Her timbers yet are sound, But Kempenfelt is gone, His victories are o'er; And he and his eight hundred, Shall plough the wave no more. IN SUBMERSIONEM NAVIGII, CUI GEORGIUS PLANGIMUS fortes. Periêre fortes, Navis, innitens lateri, jacebat, Plangimus fortes. Nimis, heu, caducam Nec sinunt ultrà tibi nos recentes Magne, qui nomen, licèt incanorum, Non hyems illos furibunda mersit, Navitæ sed tum nimium jocosi Vos, quibus cordi est grave opus piumque, Hi quidem (sic Dis placuit) fuêre: ON PEACE. WRITTEN IN THE SUMMER OF 1783, AT THE REQUEST OF LADY AUSTEN, WHO GAVE THE SENTIMENT. Air-"My fond shepherds of late," &c. No longer I follow a sound; No longer a dream I pursue; O happiness! not to be found, Unattainable treasure, adieu! I have sought thee in splendour and dress, A humble ambition and hope The voice of true wisdom inspires; Peace may be the lot of the mind THE DISTRESSED TRAVELLERS; OR, LABOUR IN VAIN. A New Song to a Tune never sung before. I SING of a journey to Clifton, We would have perform'd if we could, Poor Mary and me through the mud. Stuck in the mud, Oh it is pretty to wade through a flood! So away we went, slipping and sliding, Go briskly about, But they clatter and rattle, and make such a rout! SHE. "Well! now I protest it is charming; HE. "Pshaw! never mind, "Tis not in the wind, We SHE. "I am glad we are come for an airing, To stir half a mile to an end.' HE. "The longer we stay, The longer we may; It's a folly to think about weather or way." SHE. "But now I begin to be frighted, 66 HE. Nay, never care! 'Tis a common affair: You'll not be the last that will set a foot there.” SHE. "Let me breathe now a little, and ponder That terrible lane I see yonder, I think we shall never get through." 'So think I: But by the by, We never shall know, if we never should try." SHE. "But should we get there, how shall we get home? Now it is plain That struggling and striving is labour in vain." HE. "Stick fast there while I go and look—” SHE. "Don't go away, for fear I should fall!" HE. "I have examin'd it every nook, And what you see here is a sample of all. The dirt we have found Would be an estate at a farthing a pound." |