VERSES, BY DR. GLYNN, FELLOW OF KING'S COLLEGE, CAMBRIDGE. TEASE EASE me no more, nor think I care Tho' monarchs bow at Kitty's shrine, Or powder'd coxcombs woo the fair, Since Kitty is no longer mine. Indifferent 'tis alike to me If my favorite dove be stole, Whether its dainty feathers be Pluck'd by the eagle or the owl. If not for me its blushing lips The king of bees or butterfly? Like me, the Indians of Peru, Seeks the slave despoiled to know, VERSES, ADDRESSED TO A LADY, WITH A MIRROUR. * Attempted in the Stile of the Commencement of the Seventeenth Century. BY EDMUND L. SWIFT, ESQ. HOMAGE of a vassal's dutie, Hither bende youre radiante eyne, That will shewe twinne-starres as bryghte, Beamynge with reflected lyghte. When youre cherub cheeke discloses Rubied lyllies, pearled roses, The Author's Imitation of the ancient Orthography, may, perhaps, be deemed too Chattertonian. He can only say, that his attempt was more directed at the stile of the Seventeenth Century, than at its mode of spelling. E. L. S. In this mirroure shall you meete What, alasse, from mee you hide!— That smoothe browe with gatherynge storme, Straighte this uncorrupted mirroure Plainlie will reflect your erroure.— Ladie, feare not here to viewe MADRIGAL. ÁTTEMPTED IN THE SAME MANNER, BY THE SAME. 1. 'Tis not the diamonde's costlie raye, Tho' bryghter than the starres above, Can fixe the eye, The harte can buy, That pure affection's tribute paye; With gratefulle teare, With sigh sincere, That bende before thyne altarre, Love! 2. Stille let Sapphyra's harte be myne, Of Pleasure's crowde For her contented I resygne: No other mayde Will I persuade To bende before thyne altarre, Love! 3. Calmlie myne howres shall glyde alonge, Whyle turnynge from the giddie thronge, 1802. We'll pass each daye, And bende before thyne altarre, Love! SONG. I SAW the Spring her sweets unfold, A mournful glance distress'd I threw ; The lark with grateful joy elate, R. CARLYLE. |