88. Giles Jollup the Grave & Brown Sally Green Lewis. 96. To a Lady, who refused to accept a Knife Sheridan. XVIII. 99. Elegy. Written to diffuade a young Lady, &c. Bull. 111. Tribute to the Memory of a Deceased Friend Rofcoe. XXIII. XXIV. 1 Peter Pindar. 135. The Peafant of Auburn ... 136. On viewing the Corpfe of a Sifter 137. The Mouse's Petition XXVIII.. Coombe. Hurdis. Mrs. Barbauld. 138. Elegy. Written on the Plain of Fontenoy Matilda. 139. Corin's Profeffion : : : : 140. Love and Induftry, 141. To the Sun . . . 142. Hymn to Benevolence 143. Soliloquy on my Laft Six-pence 144. The Freebooter XXIX. 145. Lines on the Death of a Wife 146. My Native Home. Peter Pindar. Mifs Seward. Fawcett. Blacklock. Anon. Bürger. Anon Mrs. Robinfon. 147. A War Poem, on the late Mr. Blythe . . . . Anon. HO is fhe, the poor maniac, whose wildly-fix'd WHO eyes Seem a heart overcharg'd to exprefs? She weeps not, yet often and deeply the fighs; No aid, no compaffion the maniac will feek; Yet cheerful and happy, nor diftant the day, The trav❜ller remembers, who journey'd this way, Her cheerful addrefs fill'd the guests with delight, When the wind whistled down the dark aifle. She lov'd, and young Richard had fettled the day, But Richard was idle and worthlefs, and they 'Twas in autumn, and ftormy and dark was the night, And faft were the windows and door; Two guefts fat enjoying the fire that burnt bright, ""Tis pleafant," cry'd one,"feated by the fire-fide, "To hear the wind whiftle without." "A fine night for the abbey," his comrade reply'd. "Methinks a man's courage would now be well try'd, "Who fhould wander the ruins about. "I myself, like a fchool-boy, should tremble to hear "I'll wager a dinner," the other one cry'd, "Will Mary this charge on her courage allow ?" "From the alder that grows in the aifle." |