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The red-breast oft at evening hours
Shall kindly lend his little aid,
To deck the ground where thou art laid.
When howling winds, and beating rain,
In tempests shake the sylvan cell; Or midst the chase, on every plain,
The tender thought on thee shall dwell:
Each lonely scene shall thee restore;
For thee the tear be duly shed; Beloved, till life can charm no more;
And mourn'd, till Pity's self be dead.
THE DEATH OF MR. THOMSON.
The Scene of the following Sianzas is supposed ft lie on the Thames, near Richmond.
IN yonder grave a Druid lies,
Where slowly winds the stealing wave!
The year's best sweets shall duteous rise,
In yon deep bed oi whisp'ring reeds,
His airy harp* shall now be laid; That he, whose heart in sorrow bleeds,
May love through life the soothing shade.
• The harp of Mollis, of which see a description to
ihe Castle of 'n<!olence.
Then maids and youths shall linger here
Shall sadly seem in Pity's ear
To hear the woodland pilgrim's knell.
Remembrance oft shall haunt the shore
When Thames in summer wreaths is d rest J And oft suspend the dashing oar To bid his gentle spirit rest!
And oft as Ease and Health retire
To breezy lawn, or forest deep,
And 'mid the varied landscape weep.
But thou, who own'st that earthly bed,
Or tears which Love and Pity shed,
Yet lives there one, whose heedless eye
Shall scorn thy pale shrine glimm'ring near;
With him, sweet bard, may Fancy die,
But thou, lorn stream, whose sullen tide
Now waft me from the green hill's side,
t Richmond Church.
And see, the fairy valleys fade,
Dun Night has veil'd the solemn view!
Yet once again, dear parted shade,
•The genial meads, assign'd to bless
There hinds and shepherd girls shall dress
Long, long, thy stone and pointed clay
'O vales, and wild woods'/ shall he say,
VERSES Written on a Paper which contained a Piece of Bride cake. Ye curious hands, that, hid from vulgar eyes,
By search profane shall find this hallow'd cake, With virtue's awe forbear the sacred prize,
Nor dare a theft for love and pity's sake . This precious relic, form'd by magic power,
Beneath the shepherd's haunted pillow laid,
The secret present of a matchless maid.
Each nice ingredient chose with happiest art; Fears, sighs, and wishes of th'enamour'd breast,
And pains that please, are mixt in every part.
• Mr. Thomson resided in the neighbourhood of Richmond some time before his death.
With rosy hand the spicy fruit she brought,
And temper'd sweet with these the melting thought,
Ambiguous looks, that scorn and yet relent,
Reluctant pride, and amorous faint consent,
Sleep, wayward god ! hath sworn, while these remain.
And cheerful Hope, so oft invoked in vain,
If, bound by vows to Friendship's gentle side
If youth or maid thy joys and griefs divide,
Sweet Peace, who long hath shunn'd my plaintive lay.
Thy careless steps may scare her doves away,
ON THli POPULAR SUPERSTITIONS OP THE
Home! thou return'st from Thames,whose Naiads long
Shall melt, perhaps, to hear thy tragic song.
Go, not unmindful of that cordial youth,*
Whom, long endearM, thou leav'st by Lavant's side; Together let us wish him lasting truth,
And joy untainted, with his destin'd bride. Go! nor regardless, while these numbers boast
My short-lived bliss, forget my social name; But think, far off, how, on the southern coast,
I met thy friendship with an equal flame! Fresh to that soil thou turn'st, where ev'ry vale
Shall prompt the poet, and his song demand: To thee thy copious subjects ne'er shall fail;
Thou need'st but take thy pencil to thy hand,
And paint what all believe, who own thy genial land
There must thou wake perforce thy Doric quill;
'Tis Fancy's land to which thou sett'st thy feet;
Where still, ^tis said, the fairy people meet, Beneath each birken shade, on mead or hill. There each trim lass, that skims the milky store,
To the swart tribes their creamy bowls allots j By night they sip it round the cottage door,
While airy minstrels warble jocund notes. There, every herd, by sad experience, knows
How, wing'd with Fate, their elf-shot arrows fly, When the sick ewe her summer food foregoes,
Or, stretch*d on earth, the heart smit heifers lie. Such airy beings awe th' untutor'd swain: [neglect t
Nor thou, though learn*d, his homelier thoughts Let thy sweet muse the rural faith sustain;
These are the themes of simple, sure effect,
• A gentleman of the name of Barrow, who introduced