Methinks I see him powder'd red, Can such be cruel? Such can be With barbarous sports, whose fell delight "Twixt birds to battle train'd. One feather'd champion he possess'd, Nor e'er had fought, but he made flow It chanced, at last, when, on a day, He seized him fast, and from the pit The cord was brought, and, at his word, The horrid sequel asks a veil, That can be, shall be, sunk.- All, suppliant, beg a milder fate Whirl'd round him rapid as a wheel But vengeance hung not far remote, 'Tis not for us, with rash surmise, Tis hard to read amiss. ON THE BENEFIT RECEIVED BY HIS MAJESTY FROM SEA-BATHING, IN THE YEAR 1789. O SOVEREIGN of an isle renown'd Wherever o'er yon gulf profound Her navies wing their way; With juster claim she builds at length Her empire on the sea, And well may boast the waves her strength TO MRS. THROCKMORTON, ON HER BEAUTIFUL TRANSCRIPT OF HORACE'S ODE FEBRUARY, 1790. MARIA, Could Horace have guess'd The honour which you have bestow'd,- So elegant, even, and neat, He had laugh'd at the critical sneer Which he seems to have trembled to meet. And sneer, if you please, he had said, Who shall give me, when you are all dead, Although but a mere bagatelle; And even a poet shall say, Nothing ever was written so well. INSCRIPTION FOR A STONE ERECTED AT THE SOWING OF A GROVE OF OAKS AT CHILLINGTON, THE SEAT OF T. Giffard, ESQ. 1790. JUNE, 1790. OTHER stones the era tell, Of these hardy sons of Earth. Which shall longest brave the sky, I must moulder and decay; But the years that crumble me Spread its branch, dilate its size, Cherish honour, virtue, truth, Stone at heart, and cannot grow. ANOTHER, FOR A STONE ERECTED ON A SIMILAR OCCASION AT THE SAME PLACE IN THE FOLLOWING YEAR. JUNE, 1790. READER! Behold a monument ANNO 1791. HYMN FOR THE USE OF THE SUNDAY SCHOOL AT OLNEY. HEAR, Lord, the song of praise and prayer, In heaven thy dwelling-place, From infants, made the public care, And taught to seek thy face! Thanks for thy Word and for thy Day; And grant us, we implore, Never to waste in sinful play Thy holy Sabbaths more. Thanks that we hear,-but oh! impart To each desires sincere, That we may listen with our heart, For if vain thoughts the minds engage What hope that at our heedless age Much hope, if thou our spirits take Wisdom and bliss thy word bestows, A sun that ne'er declines; And be thy mercies shower'd on those STANZAS ON THE LATE INDECENT LIBERTIES TAKEN WITH THE REMAINS AUGUST, 1790. "ME too, perchance, in future days, "But I, or ere that season come, Shall reach my refuge in the tomb, And sleep securely there"." 1 This Hymn was written at the request of the Rev. James Bean, then Vicar of Olney, to be sung by the children of the Sunday Schools of that town, after a Charity Sermon, preached at the Parish Church for their benefit, on Sunday, July 31, 1790.-J. 2 Forsitan et nostros ducat de marmore vultus Milton in Manso. |