FR And from my native shore : The cruel fates between us throw A boundless ocean's roar; But boundless oceans, roaring wide, Between Love and me, my They never, never can divide My heart and foul from thee. II. Farewell, farewell, ELIZA dear, The maid that I adore! A boding voice is in mine ear, But the latest throb that leaves my heart, And thine that latest figh! Avaunt, away! the cruel fway, Tyrannic man's dominion; The Sportsman's joy, the murd'ring cry, The flutt'ring, gory pinion! IV. But PEGGY dear, the ev'ning's clear, The rustling corn, the fruited thorn, V. We'll gently walk, and fweetly talk, So dear can be, as thou to me, My fair, my lovely Charmer! FR And from my native shore : The cruel fates between us throw A boundless ocean's roar; They never, never can divide My heart and foul from thee. II. Farewell, farewell, ELIZA dear, The maid that I adore! A boding voice is in mine ear, But the latest throb that leaves my heart, And thine that latest sigh! 味味味冬 SH EPITAPH ON A HENPECKED COUNTRY SQUIRE. As father Adam first was fool'd, A cafe that's ftill too common, Here lyes a man a woman rul'd, EPIGRAM ON SAID OCCASION. O Death, hadft thou but fpar'd his life, We freely wad exchang'd the wife, An' a' been weel content. Ev'n as he is, cauld in his graff, The Swap we yet will do't; Tak thou the Carlin's carcafe aff, ANOTHER. One Queen Artemifa, as old stories tell, When depriv'd of her husband fhe loved for well, In refpect for the love and affection he'd fhow'd her, She reduc'd him to duft, and the drank up the Powder. But Queen N***** complexion, of a diff'rent When call'd on to order the fun'ral direction, pretence, ex Not to show her respect, but—to fave the ex pence. EPITAPH S. ON A CELEBRATED RULING ELDER. Here Sowter **** in Death does fleep; To H-ll, if he's gane thither, Satan, gie him thy gear to keep, He'll haud it weel thegither. |
