THE FLATTING-MILL. AN ILLUSTRATION. WHEN a bar of pure silver, or ingot of gold, Thus tortur'd and squeezed, at last it appears This process achieved, it is doom'd to sustain Alas for the poet! who dares undertake His head and his heart are both likely to ache If he wish to instruct, he must learn to delight, After all, he must beat it as thin and as fine And unless you adorn it, a nausea follows. COMPOSED FOR A MEMORIAL OF ASHLEY COWPER, ESQ. IMMEDIATELY AFTER HIS DEATH, BY HIS NEPHEW, WILLIAM OF WESTON [June, 1788.] FAREWELL! endued with all that could engage In life's last stage O blessings rarely found- Marble may flatter; and lest this should seem O'ercharg'd with praises on so dear a theme, Although thy worth be more than half supprest, Love shall be satisfied, and veil the rest. ON THE QUEEN'S VISIT TO LONDON, THE NIGHT OF THE 17th MARCH, 1789. WHEN, long sequester'd from his throne, George took his seat again, By right of worth, not blood alone, Entitled here to reign. Then Loyalty, with all his lamps New trimm'd, a gallant show! Chasing the darkness, and the damps, Set London in a glow. "Twas hard to tell, of streets or squares, Bright shone the roofs, the domes, the spires To hang their momentary fires So, fire with water to compare, Had all the pageants of the world For no such sight had England's Queen Where, George recover'd, made a scene Yet glad she came that night to prove, How much the object of her love Darkness the skies had mantled o'er, Darkness, O Queen! ne'er call'd before On borrow'd wheels away she flies, Resolv'd to be unknown, And gratify no curious eyes That night, except her own. Arriv'd, a night like noon she sees, Pleas'd she beheld aloft pourtray'd Emblems of health, and heav'nly aid, Unlike the ænigmatick line, So difficult to spell, Which shock Belshazzar at his wine, Soon, wat'ry grew her eyes and dim, None else, except a pray'r for him, It was a scene in ev'ry part Like those in fable feign'd, And seem'd by some magician's art But other magick there, she knew, To raise such wonders in her view, That cordial thought her spirit cheer'd, And through the cumb'rous throng Not else unworthy to be fear'd, Convey'd her calm along. So, ancient poets say serene The sea-maid rides the waves, With more than astronomick eyes Yet let the glories of a nigh Like that once seen, suffice, Heav'n grant us no such future sight, THE COCK-FIGHTER'S GARLAND. [May, 1789.] MUSE-Hide his name of whom I sing Nor speak the School from which he drew Nor place where he was born. That such a man once was, may seem Perchance may credit win) For proof to man, what man may prove, |