May virtue, sense, and learning, ever find POEMS ADVERTISEMENT. THERE is, in every sense of the words, a natural connection between the preceding Communications of the truly ingenious Laureat, and the subsequent Effusions of his Daughter; whose talents and virtues are hereditary. Part of the following Poems are from a small and elegant Collection, printed at a private Press, merely for dispersion amongst a limited eircle, and may therefore be considered in great measure as original. ADDRESSED ADDRESSED TO JOHN PENN, ESQ. WITH THE AUTHOR'S POEMS. Go! humble Lays, go, and with truth impart MAD SONG, WITH downcast eye, and solemn pace, Lost are her Wits, her Reason, lost: With silent grief her sad heart breaks. Warm was her heart for others' grief, Pity in Ellen's breast was found, Her Her eyes, which once, with brightest beam, Are fix'd on vacancy; or gleam, With phrensied torpor, on the ground. Her voice, whose soft and dulcet sound Is now in death-like silence bound, This wreck of Genius, Worth, and Grace, Victim to Sorrow, Love, and Thee. TO MISFORTUNE. O! THERE's a charm in that dejected eye; Telling the Sufferer's misery with truth.— When sunshine round the head of Affluence flings. 2 Buzzing |