By passion driven; But yet the light that led astray Was light from Heaven. I taught thy manners-painting strains, And some, the pride of Coila's plains, Thou canst not learn, nor can I show, With Shenstone's art; Or pour, with Gray, the moving flow Yet all beneath th' unrivall'd rose, Yet green the juicy hawthorn grows, Then never murmur nor repine; Can give a bliss o'ermatching thine, To give my counsels all in one, With soul erect; And trust the Universal Plan Will all protect.. g In South America, famed for its gold mines. And wear thou this !-she solemn said, And, like a passing thought, she fled A DREAM. Thoughts, words, and deeds, the statute blames with reason, But surely Dreams were ne'er indicted treason. [On reading in the public papers, the Laureat's Ode, with the other parade of June 4, 1786, the Author was no sooner dropt asleep, than he imagined himself transported to the birth-day levee; and in his dreaming fancy made the following address.1 GUID-MORNIN' to your Majesty! May Heav'n augment your blisses, Is sure an uncouth sight to see, I see ye 're complimented thrang The Poets too, a venal gang, Wi' rhymes weel-turn'd and ready, On sic a day. For me! before a monarch's face, Among those. By a crowd. k Very. ? Betiere. m Will not. For, neither pension, post, nor place, There's monie waur" been o' the race, Than you this day. 'Tis very true, my sov'reign King, Your royal nest," beneath your wing, And now the third part of the string, Than did ae day.' Far be't frae me that I aspire To chaps, wha in a barn or byrew Wad better fill'd their station Than courts yon day. And now ye've gien auld Britain peace Her broken shins to plaster; Your sair taxation does her fleece, Till she has scarce a tester; Or, faith! I fear, that wi' the geese, Worse. I'the crafty some day. • Perhaps one. p Will not give way. o Cannot. r Your dominions. s Torn and patched. Written in allusion to the recent loss of America. u Much. A cow stable. * Must needs. y Croft, grass field. I'm no mistrusting Willie Pitt, An' boats this day. Adieu, my liege! may freedom geckb But since I'm here, I'll no neglect, To pay your Queen, with due respect, This great birth-day. Hail, Majesty most excellent! While nobles strive to please ye, Will ye accept a compliment A simple Poet gies ye? Thae bonnie bairn-time,d Heav'n has lent, Still higher may they heezee ye In bliss, till fate some day is sent, For ever to release ye Frae care that day. For you, young Potentate o' Wales, I tell your Highness fairly, Down pleasure's stream, wi' swelling sails, But some day ye may gnaw your nails, 8 soils or disparages. c Stretch. a Ships of the navy. b Hold up her head. d Family of children. e Elevate. That e'er you brak Diana's pales, Or rattl'd dice wi' Charlie, By night or day Yet aft a ragged cowtef's been known So, ye may doucely fill a throne, For a' their clish-ma-claver: Few better were or braver ; An' yet wi' funny queer Sir John,' For monie a day. For you, right rev'rend Osnaburg, Wad been a dress completer: Young, royal Tarry Breeks, I learn, Then heave aboard your grapple airn, f Colt. An' large upo' her quarter, g Horse. King Henry V. Get away. Come full that day. o Proud, haughty. q Breeches. Alluding to the newspaper accounts of a certain royal sailor's amour. • Iroa. |