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Wissthou wert ELIZA fair, 
Maiden of the lib’ral alts 
Softly pensive, full of glee, 
Queens, dear girl, might envy thee ; 
Not thy name-sake, good Queen Bess, 
Ever knew such happiness! 
Wisi: thou wert thatheauteous boys 
ALFRED, form’d to every joy! 
Alfred, bornto emulate. 
His namesake, justly styl'd the Great : 
Brow, that awes, and cheek that‘burns, 
View the man and child by turns 5 
Now profoundest thoughts employ, 
Now a frolic-loving boy 3; 
in that child, the Muse’s eye 
Deeds of high emprize can spy. 
Wisu thou wert that charming maid. 
Who gives lustre to the shade 5 
Eye so bright, and cheek so fair, 
Who, LAURA, can with THEE compare ? 
Such charms thy namesake scarce could boast 
When tender Petrarch prais’'d them most! 
Wrsz thou wert that maiden sweet, 
Who next Laura takes her seat ; 
Soft, majestic, gay, and free, 
Who ean vie with EMILY ? 
England’s scepter’d Caroline 
Could not Emily outshine ; 
Would’st thou paint the opening day 
Lovely Emily pourtray. 
Suovutp’sT thou wish a blooming face, 
Perfect shape and native grace, 
Fair complexion, eyes of blue, 
Appealing, and commanding too 5 
Piayful features, that display, 
Feeling tender, fancy gay, 
Dimpled RICHARD, meek, tho’ wild 
Wish thyself zhaz darling child. 
Yet, why should you and yon fair supa 
Who shares your blessings, worth, and fame, 
The happy bn band, happy wite, - 
Who gave those happy creatures life 
Wish any change ! ? Enough of bliss 
3s theirs—to view a scene like this 5 
And that delicious-breathing sigh, 
That tear which now Hlumes the eye 
Now couyses down the glowing cheek, 
Are raptures—tho’ too vast to speak. 
*Pwas Nature’s God that gave that rapture 
birth 
To form the favour’d parents’ heaven on earth! 
And as for you, dear happy chi dren, Say, 
Shali not a wish for you.c nncluce the lay > 
ides Poetry. 
[Feb. 1, 
Yes—Nature’s God! nspires one fervent prayer, 
O may you iong coNTINUE WHAT You 
ARE! 
No Change more blest on you can heav’n be- 
stow, 
While Nature’s God can spare you here below? 
— Ee 
ALEXANDER’S FEAST: 
By Dr. WOLCOT. 
EY vireo rag now, in music handy, 
Struck up a tune call’d—Drops of 
Brandy ; 
The hero pulls out Thats to the dance : 
Timoth«us now struck up a reel ; 
* The couple skipp’d with nimble heel; 
Then sat them down, and drank a quart of 
Nantz. 
Now did the master of the lyre 
On dancing exercise his fire. 
He sung of hops at court, and wakes, and fairs; 
He sung of dancing dogs, and dancing bears 5 
He prais’d the minuet of Nan Catley, 
And lumps of pudding, and Moll Pately : 
The king grew proud, and soon began to reel, 
A hopping inspiration seiz’d his heel. 
AN ODEs 
Bravi, braviy the soldier croud 
In admiration cried aloud. 
The lady dances like a botd Thalestris, 
And Alexander hops like Monsieur Vestris. 
Again, so furiously they dance a jig, 
The lady lost her cap, the hero lest his wig. 
The motley mob, behind, before, 
Exclaim’d encore, encore, encore. 
Proud of th’ applause, and justly vain, 
Thais made a curtsey low, 
Such as court ladies make berore the Queen. 
~ Alexander made a bow, 
Such as the royal levee oft has seen, 
_ And then they dane’d the reel again. 
Of vast applause the couple vain, 
Delighted, danc’d the reel again: 
Now in, and now out, 
They slipp’d it about, 
As tho’ they felt the madness of the mioon 5 
Such was the power of Timothy and tune. — 
When the dub a dub, dub a dub drum, 
In triumph behind e’m beat—Go to bed Tom. 
And now in their ire, 
Return’d from the fire, 
In revenge for the Greeks that were dead, 
Phe Ki ing and his punk 
Got most horribly drunk, 
And together went reeling to bed. 
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