988 
PARODY OF THE FOURTH SONNET 
; OF MRS. C. SMITH. 
& Queen of the Silver Bow,” &c. 
ADDRESSED TO A FISH-WOMAN, 
QU! of the filver Thames, on thy fquab 
And face cmpurpPd, I delight to gaze; 
And watch th’ impetuous, unrefifted ftorm— 
The rifing clamour of thy tongue betrays. 
And while I look, thy fiercely-glancing eye 
Sheds fearful bodings on my troubled breaft ; 
And oft I think, if thou alone watt by, 
In all thy terrors clad, I could not reft. 
The Fifhmen of the Thames perhaps delight, 
Deep drench’d in beer, to fold thee in their 
arms, [night, 
And treat wits gin, and pafs the live-long 
_In glad forgetfulnefs of day’s alarms. 
Oh, fable goddefs ! may thy threat’ning mien 
Ne’er light on me by Thames’s crauded fcene. 
J. Z- 
a 
SONNET, 
AUGHMOND ¥*, thy rocky fteep of varied 
Penfive,I love to cou heze,as I pais {hue, 
Thy wood-embower’d bafe, forth from the 
fern, 
Bounds o’er the ruftling leaves the timid hare. 
Now, onward, through the briar-entangled path, 
Sooth’d by the warbling of the tuneful thrufh, 
Y wind my way: humming o’er the broom- 
The bufy bee his honied ftore collects: [flower, 
While in the fun-beam frifks the wanton gnat. 
From yon full-foliag’d branch, the filken web 
Of the dark fpider hangs fulpended, gemm’d 
With dew tranflucent, glancing on the eye 
In many-colour’d radiance—Let me reft ; 
While the cool breeze, thyme- fcented, plays 
around. G. 
LL 
TO A FRIEND. 
STRANGER and alone I pais’d thofe fcenes 
We pats’d fo late together ; and my heart 
Felt fomething like defertion, as J look’d 
Around me, and the pleafant voice of Friend 
Was abfent, and the cordial look was there 
No more to fmileonme. I thought on —— 
Ml! hé had been tome. And now, I go 
Once more to mingle with a world impure—= 
With men-who make a mock of holy things, 
Miftaken, and of man’s beft hope think fcorn, 
The worid does much to warp the heart of man, 
And I may fometimes join its idiot laugh. 
Of this I now aye not. Deal with me, 
Omonifcient i as thou judgefi beft, 
And in ‘hy feafon foften thou my heart, 
I pray not for myfelf—I pray for Him 
Whoie foul is fore perplex’d. Shine thouon him, 
Father of Lights,and in the difficult paths 
Make plain his way before him: his own 
thoughts 
May he not think, his own ends not purfue 5 
So fhall he bet perform thy wi-l on earth. 
Greatett and Beit, thy will be ever ours. 
Crarces Lams. 

* Haughmond-hill is a romantic eminence 
abowt three miles from Salop. 
Original Poetry. 
OG. 26, 1796. 
: 
[ORs 
ELEGY, 
ON THE DEATH OF A YOUNE LADY. 
SAY, mournful Mufe! how o’er the weeping 
world 
Relentlefs Death hath fpread his ebon army 
With fatal dart, and banner wide unfurl’d, 
He heeds nor wealth nor Venus’ 
charms. 
Ah! he hath ftruck the maid in flow'r of youth 
Whofe matchlefs beauty gazing crowds 
admir’d ; 
Whofe form was mantled in the robe of Trath, 
And, whofe calm breaft divineft virtue fir’d. 
As the {weet rofe-bud, fhooting from its thorns — 
Opens, when Summer caits her glowing heat 5 
Then by the chilnefs of fome Autumn morn, 
ay from its ftem beneath the gard’ner’s 
eets : 
Alas! fo fell the maid—with grief fincere, 
Her weeping friends the virgin’s fate bemoan $- 
The pleafing fad remembrance bringsatear, 
And meek-ey*d Pity fighs for Virtue gone. ' 
‘fofter 
To her lov’d mem’ry let a ftone be rais’d, 
To tell the trav’ler where her relics lie; : 
~And, while on earth her fpotlefs name te 
prais’d, 
May angels bear her to the blifsful fky. 
N 

SONNET TO A FRIEND. ‘ — 
RIEND of my earlieft years and childifh daysy | 
My joys, my forrows, thou with me hat! 
fhar’d, 
Companion dear, and we alike have far’d 
(Poor pilgrims we) thro’ life’s unequal ways. 
Jt were unwifely done, fhould we refufe 
To cheer our path as featly as we may, 
Our lonely path te cheer, as trav’liers ufe, 
With merry fong, quaint tale, or roundelays _ 
And we will fometimes talk paft troubles o’er, 
Of mercies fhewn, and all our ficknefs heal’d, 
And in his judgments God rememb’ring love; 
And we will learn to praife God evermore, 
For thofe glad tidings of great joy reveal’d, 
By that footh Meflenger fent’from above. 
CuHarLeEs LAMB. 
EEE 
SONNET. ~ * 
HEN twilight’s fombrous tints o ‘erfpregd 
the fcene, 
And Cynthia’ s filv’ry orb, in folemn ftate, 
Rides in the blue expanfe, I love to ftray, 
Where its'rich foliagefhangs the darkfome beach 
Over the dufky ft'ream.—The eddying water 
Plays round yon mofs-grown ftone, with trem= — 
bling light, = | 
While its foft plaintive‘murmurs meet the eat, | 
In dying cadence.—-From the meuld’ring towel, — 
Whofe fhadow refts upon the broken wave, 
Forth flits the leathern bat~-Now while I lift 
To the joft tinkling of the diftant hell, 
“My foul, attun’d to harmony and peace, 
Learns to forget its cares.—’Tis the fill hour 
OF fweet ferenity and ae joy. > ; 
