470 



OniginaLPoctri/'. 



[Dec. Vt 



The h\gh-f;if.ced, who proud, with flovi-ing 



mane, 

 Scorns the lo'.v labours of the dray and wain, 

 Maiks one cl.iis more, which neither I'pin 



nor fev\-, 

 Nor deign to cx\ one careful glsnce below ; 

 Nor ]iarc»t's c.i-rtf, nor wife's ai'ettion prove, 

 Chair.'d to the oilet by a ftronger love. 

 More pic/T.ng du:ii.3 ilreams of .'Vagrance pour, 

 Wreath, the brighc locks, and chafe die 



matciiing llow'r, 

 •Till il-eut iaft in al! her luftre burir, 

 The world's great idol, but— a wifi; accurft. 



Deform'd ailke in manner as in il-ape, 

 N:xt come ti^.e hiitefuichiloren of t!ic apt, 

 ■ '\\'heri.'er tlisy walk, who raifc a ger^eral 

 fhout, 

 J^Tid fix, where'er they ftop, the gizing vout ; 

 Wich nurrow hip3, thin chuit, and dropficd 



waift. 

 (Unhappi man, by fuch a wife ernbrae'd !) 

 Cuniiiiig and tvic-k en_gagc the duty brood. 

 Perpetual gujlc, and bafe Inovatitudc. 



SONNET ON CHARLES JAAJES FOX, 



NAT. XIII. JAN. MDCCXLIX, 

 rENAT. XIII. SEPT. MDCCCVI. 



t?OX, thou haft liv'd !— The helm in our 



bleft days 



Of funlhiiie and of calm thou 'Ikil not take : 



But when the tempeil made the firm earth 



fh..ke. 



And gloom and horror reign'd. — This be t'lv 



pl.li.'";.-, 



Tlut in no hour toliften flattering lays 



Tiiat ite^erag.' beldefl; pilots dar'd not make, 

 And who long jovern'd haften'd to fotfakt. 



Thine hand accepted. Ilcncc tliy country pays 

 With love and veneration that firm zeal, 

 That life a vidim to the public weal. 



Thai fpirit, ac'live, Gompreiienfive, kind ; 

 J'hal eneray, on renovated bale 

 Whicli hx'd the Rights of Juiies ; and the 

 r.ice 



Of Afric riberatcs; and fought the world in 

 peace to bind. 



Sej,icmher 17, JG06. C. Lorrr. 



ON tup: DEATH OF THE RIGHT 

 HON. C. J. FOX. 



V\^HAT plaints arc thofc that pour upon 



the orecze .■' 

 Aod tell fuch forrov.ioj tales to Chifwick's 



• groves, 

 While Tliames' banks reverber.itc the iounds } 

 AIhs' they dwell upo:i a thciT:e of woe, 

 And b?ar the tidings of no common gvic.'^, 

 That Fox — the eloquent, tiie patriot Fox, 

 The firm fuoporter of his country's rights, 

 Tne eou'.litucion'i and the people's friend,— 



Was, by the arrows of infatlate Death, 



Vniimely h.iften'd to ihe filent tomb ' 



Humanity, alas! and Peace itfelf, 



^Vith the bcft, no'jle.l Charities of Heav'n, 



In him have loft a parent, and muft wander 



Upon the furface of a dreary world, 



As orphans and as outcalts ; Liberty, 



The haliov.'d geniu.i of fair Albioa's Ihorea, 



Has loft in him an ardent advocate. 



Long, long may Africa, rcpiete wirh woe, 



W eep o'er the fate of her itiU fairering fons ; 



For Fox i.s dead — and Slavery remains ! 



V\'hat though a faftion, fraught with fpleiv- 



did crimes, 

 Had fcorn'd his eloquent prophetic voice, 

 And branded long bis great illuUrious name 

 For deeds his nolde nrind cruKl ne'er approve. 

 Too late 'twas found his couniels were too juft j 

 For he was call'd to hold the reins of ftats : 

 And hardly had he £,ain'd that height of 



pow'r, 

 Whilft ort'ring to the world the robe of 



P'''«^e. 

 That Providence which gave him life and 



breath. 

 And fcr.thim here on earth to blefs mankind. 

 For furne v.ife purpofe cut his thre.id of life, 

 ^I'eihapsto prove how vain are human hui/ss,) 

 And left the nations round to weep their fate. 

 Sundi'land. R. 



WILLIAM AND KATE OF THE- 

 VALE. 



y ITTLE Kate of the valley was lovclv as 

 Way, 

 And a ftran^er to forrowj and .cares ; 

 Sipging blithe at her wheel ihe would fit the 



whole day. 

 And at eve ihe was wont 'mid the lambkini 

 to ftiay. 

 With footlUps as guiklefs as theirs. 



And Kate of the Valley was lov'd by d 

 fwain. 

 Who valued htr far beyond life ; 

 And fo clofely be prcfs'd her, that Kitty was 



fain 

 To acknowledge to William ihe lov'd hint 

 again, 

 And foon he fliould call her hia wife. 



For young WiHiiiij had long and inceffantly 

 ftrove 

 Her bofom wit h love to afiail ; 

 And their parents would pray to the pow'f 



that's above 

 To ftelter from peril the innocent love 

 Of William and Kate of the Vale ! 



And now to the altar fee Kitty repair. 



To join in the v»edded embrace : 

 But how nearly to blifs iLdnds the demot 



Del pair ; 

 For, lo ! at the altar — no bridegroom was 

 thtre. 

 Ana no vne his patkvvay couli trace ! 



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