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THE ALLEY. In every town where Thamis rolls his tyde, A narrow pass there is, with houses low, Where ever and anon the stream is eyed, Aud many a boat soft sliding to and fro: There oft are heard the notes of infant woe, The short tbick sob, loud scream, and shriller squall: How can ye, mothers, vex your children so ? Some play, some eat, some cack against the wall, And as they crouchen low, for bread and butter call. And on the broken pavement, here and there, Doth many a stinking sprat and herring lie; A brandy and tobacco shop is neare, And hens, and dogs, and hogs, are feeding by ; And here a sailor's jacket hangs to dry. At every door are sunburøt matrons seen, Mending old nets to catch the scaly fry; Now sioging shrill, and scolding eft between; Scolds answer foul-mouth'd scolds; bad neighbour
hood I ween, The snappish cur (the passenger's annoy) Close at my heel with yelping treble flies; The whimpering girl, and hoarser screaming boy, Join to the yelping treble shrilling cries; The scolding quean to louder notes doth rise, And her full pipes those shrilling cries confound; To her full pipes the grupting hog replies : The grunting hogs alarm the neighbours round, And curs, girls, boys, and scolds, in the deep base
Hard by a sty, beneath a roof of thatch,
Her dugs were mark'd by every collier's hapd;
Such place hath Deptford, navy-building town,
ON A LADY SINGING TO HER LUTE.
FAIR charmer! cease; nor make your voice's prize
ON A FAN OF THE AUTHOR'S DESIGN,
În which was painted the Story of Cephalus and Procris,
with the m 'aura veni.' Come, gentle air ! the’ Æolian shepherd said, While Procris panted in the secret shade; Come, gentle air! the fairer Delia cries, While at her feet her swain expiring lies. Lo! the glad gales o'er all her beauties stray, Breathe on her lips, and in her bosom play; In Delia's hand this toy is fatal fond, Ņor could that fabled dart móre surely wound: Both gifts destructive to the givers prove; Alike both lovers fall by those they love.
Yet guiltless too this bright destroyer lives,
THE GARVEN. Fain would my Muse the flowery treasures sing, And humble glories of the youthful spring ; Where opening roses breathing sweets diffuse, And soft carnations show'r their balmy dews; Where lilies smile in virgin robes of white, The thin undress of superficial light; And varied tulips show so dazzling gay, Blushing in bright diversities of day. Each painted flowret in the lake below Surveys its beauties, whence its beauties grow; And pale Narcissus, on the bank in vain
Transformed, gazes on himself again. Here aged trees cathedral walks compose, And mount the hill in venerable rows; There the green infants in their beds are laid, The garden's hope, and its expected shade. Here orange-trees with blooms and pendants shine, And vernal honours to their autunin join ; Exceed their promise in the ripen'd store, Yet in the rising blossom promise more. There in bright drops the crystal fountains play, By laurels shielded from the piercing day: Where Daphne, now a tree as once a maid, Still from Apollo vindicates her shade; Still turns her beauties from the invading beam, Nor seeks in vain for succour to the stream.
The stream at once preserves her virgin leaves, At once a shelter from her boughs receives, Where summer's beauty midst of winter stays, And winter's coolgess spite of summer's rays.
Prond grief sits swelling in her eyes;
Thus from the ocean first did rise :
Foretell the fervour of the day :
And blasting lightnings burst away.
So like a Phaëtou appears,
Thought fit to drown hini in ber tears ;
EARL OF ROCHESTER.
ON SILENCE. SILENCE! coëval with eternity; Thou wert ere Nature's self began to be, 'Twas one vast nothing all, and all slept fast in thee.