SONNET fo CATHERINE !—On meeting ber, 
for the pirft Time, in a Boat on the River 
Thames. 
HO? lovely Catherine ! whil& we plough’d 
. the tide, 
TI feem’d but confcious of the fcenes around, 
(The funny lawns, and flopes wi ia fiade 
embrown’d) ~ 
And to depiét them with my pencil tr aie 
Oft, with folen glances 1 thy beauties fey? da 
Tho’ blufhing fear my lips in fetters bound, 
I liftened to thy voice and caught cach 
found 5 
Tho? to an envied other it reply’d. 
Would that my hand to paint thy lovely face 
Had dared 5 my lips my pafiion to explain! 
Yet, fince { ne’er may fee thee more, to 
trace 
The fcenes I pencil’d in thy fight again 3 
To hope thine eyes thefe artiefs lines may 
grace, 
Will give fome folate to my hopelefs pain. 
/ 
May 14, 1801. Be Su Vs 
Se 
’ The CONDEMNED SAILOR« 
By FANNY HOLCROFT. 
id eh AS mine to watch the dreary night, 
The threat’ning ftorm to brave ; 
2 was mine to view the morning light, 
«* And hail myfelf a lave.” 
But now fweet fleep fhall not deny 
A refpite to my grief: 
‘¢ My former wrongs I now defy ;” 
Oh death, thou bring’ft relief! 
I hail thy fad yet welcome thore, 
’ Where mis’ry finds repofe ; 
Where cowatd-boys fhall firike no more 
Who firuck his!country’s foes. 
My indignant foul, by wrongs inflam’ dy 
Receiv’ da mortal wound: 
A boy my veteran-locks defam’d! 
I fell’d him to the ground. 
Nor could the captain's wrathful eye 
The bur& of paffion quell :— 
Tyrant, behold your minion ite 5 
Thruft by this arm to hell! 
Now bind thefe limbs; the fcars efface, 
By honour proudly worn: 
Nor chains, nor whips, can brand him bafe, 
Whoie wrongs are nobly borne. 
err 
PART of 47 INSCRIPTION 
defignued for a 
GARDEN. 
"THOU who fhait mark this fpot with pen- 
five eye, 
Where mem’ry claims affection’s frequent 
figh ! 
Whate’er the intrufted talent, wouldf thou 
raife 
From gifts divine the Giver’s holy praife? 
Original Potiry. 
The Chriftian’s hope etefnal would thow 
feel, . 
The patriot’s energy, the martyr’s zeal ? 
And, {corning tyrant-pow’r, delighted prove . 
Each focial bleffing, each domeftic love ? 
Then linger here, to roufe the facred 
flame, 
And teach thefe echoes Wakefield’s honour’ 
name = 
But would thou, heediefs of the deftin’d 
hour, 
Inglorious dream in pleafure’s fairy-bow’r ? > 
Or-coes ambition prompt thy vain defires, 
Lur'd by each magic form the world ad=, 
mires ? 
Hafte, ere thefe hallow’d feenes diffolve the 
fpell ! 
Yet, firft to virtue bid a long farewell! 
WOE. OF 3-15. : J i, R. 
SONNET to LOUISA On bing fred hat 
her Miniature woas in the Exhibition, without 
its being di ifingy ifbed by the Author from any 
_ other Portrait ia the fame Frame. 
ELOV’D Louifa! faireft of thy land! 
(The truth, tho’ haply to my > 
own) 
Not e’en to me thy charms pourtray’d were 
known. - ; 
Was it that abfence wore thee from ny 
mind ? 
Ah! no; how oft, upon my couch ré< 
clin’d, 
-Thine airy form in midnight dreams has” 
fhone ; 
How oft, efcaping from the world,. alone, 
Thee, in my noon-tide mufings, thee i 
find. 
Was it that art’s bold pencil try’d in vain 
To paint thy charms that nature claims 
with pride ? 
Ah! from whichever caufe mine eyes com-= 
aps lain, 
To know thy femblance "twas to them ee 
ny’d; 
Would ate thete charins ’twere theirs to fet 
again 5 
Thus to be able rightly to decide! : 
May 14, 1801. 
— a 
“The sWEET-BRIAR 5 written in AveusT; ‘= 
1798, at KESWICK, in CUMBERLAND. * 
AS late along the flowery fide 
Of Derwent’s murmuring ftream t 
firay’d, 
A rofy Serco br on ede Tf{py’dy ... 
Full blooming in the funny glade. a 
Its bloffoms glow’d with crimfon dye, 
As over the glafly wave they fpread, 
And on the gales that fported by 
Their delicate perfume was fhed. 
[Nov. is 
y.S. Ye a 
, Riel 
