1806.] 



Original unpublished Poetry. 



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Wc all can remember the dear happy days 

 (Which ev'ry oue knows who at Donington 



ftays) 

 When Fojj grew impatient, and long'd for a 



walk. 

 And liaik'd, and look'd up, as if wifliing to 



talk, 

 Would iifteu with pleafure to hear his Lord 



fpeak, 

 And look'd fo delighted his notice to take. 

 When alFably finiling, his eurs he would pat, 

 And fay, " My good Fop, go and bring me 



my hat ;" 

 Nay more, like a footman would ftrut and 



look vain. 

 When call'd ou to fetch both his gloves and 



his cine ; 

 And thefe he'd fclecl if an hundred were 



there, 

 We 've fecn it ourfelves, and the truth we 



can fwear. 

 Sagacious by inftinft, with duty infpir'd, 

 Fopinftanlly brought what his mafter defir'd. 

 Then he'd follow his footfteps, or fcaniper 



before him, 

 And oft turn back to lofj: and adore him. 

 Or if his kind mafter ihoiild happen to fay, 

 " O no, my good Fop, you can't ramble to» 



day." 

 He'd lie down obedient, and never keep 



MJiiniug, 

 Tho' he at the heart miglit be fecretly pin- 

 ing: 

 But if his lov'd Lord was by abfence de- 



lay'd. 

 Poor Fop bis impatience and forrow betray'd, 

 Wou'd watch at the door, with folicitude 



mourn. 

 And fcarcely ta.le food 'till his mafter's re- 



turn. 

 Then how he'd revive, and exulting rejoice 

 At his welcome approach, and the found of 



his voice ! 

 Wou'd leap up tranfported, as if he vou'd 



eat him, 

 So kindly his Lordftiip wou'd fondle and treat 



him. 

 And he to the wars once attended his mafter. 

 To watch and "protedt him 'gainft ev'ry dif- 



after, 

 And had we there loft Britain's glory and pride. 

 Poor Fop wou'd have perilh'd, I'm fure, fif 



liis fide. 

 Thus Argus, we read of in clalTical ftory, 

 Whofe mafter, like Fop's, was the offspring 



of glory, 

 As lov'd and rever'd for his wifdora and 



fame, 

 The wreath of Bellona and Pallas to claim, 

 Ko fooner his long abfeut mafter he fpied. 

 Than lie yell'd with delight, and in extacy 



died. 

 So Fop now, like Argus, (hall be as re- 



nown'd 

 In fame, and the hearts of liumaiut; fouiid 



With a hero as good as lllyfles tlie great 

 His lofs to bemoan, and affeftion relate. 

 And whilft you the fubjett fo fweetly Tfc- 



hcarfe. 

 He rauft be immortal whetv finging ^ant 



verfe ; 

 While Hamilton's* pencil his image fliall 



give 

 At the feet of his mafter, for ages to live. 



TO THE MEMOnV OF FOP, A FAVOTJP.ITX 

 SPANIEL OF THE EARL OF UUinA's, AT 

 DONINGTON PARK. 



"DENEATH this venerable fylvan ftiade 



A fond and faithful favourite dog is laid ; 

 Near the kind maulion where he breuth'd bis 



laft. 

 His mafter thus records his fervice paft. 

 The facred tree Ihall friendlhip's tribnte jjear, 

 O ! may the world fuch pure attachmeut 



ihare. 

 Nor need Humanity a fcruplc raife 

 To this infcription, rear'd to Nature's praift. 

 For Fop's fidelity was fure defign'd 

 To prove a moral lelTon to inaakinil. 



SERENADE. 



B 



BY C. F. BUSUr. 



REATHE foft, my lyre— in gentle ftrains 

 Recount a lover's anxious fears } 

 Let Hope's Elyfium foothe his pains. 

 And tell him that Elvira hears— 



How fond, how true he loves her ftill ; 



How fiercely glows the flame divine j 

 Let not her heart from love rebel. 



But fondly beat, and anfwcr mine ! 



ON A FLY IN WINTER. 



BY JOHN PENEVARNE, ESq. 



pOOR feeble wand'rer, dri\'en by the blaft 

 Of piercing north-wind o'er yon field of 

 fnow, 

 (To thee a defert, dreary, wild, and vaft) 

 That feek'ft my hearth with weaken'd fteps 

 and flow j 



Shall churlifh man then drive thee fortk 

 again. 

 Or crulh with hard inhofpitable hand 

 Thy fragile form ? No — Pity ftiall reftrain. 

 And wretched he who cap her call with- 

 ftand! 



Now drooping hangs thy filver-filk?n wingf 

 AVhich erft has borne thee through the 

 fields of air. 

 No longer now that teizing giddy thing. 

 Which came, erewhile, a bold intruder 

 here. 



* Alluding to two capital portraits of the 

 Earl of Moira, executed by Mr. Hamilton, 

 ai Dublin, ju wlutU Fop is drawn to the life. 



Where's 



