And tears by bards or heroes shed I therefore purpose not, or dream, To give the melancholy theme But misery still delights to trace No voice divine the storm allay'd, No light propitious shone; When, snatch'd from all effectual aid. But I beneath a rougher sea, And whelm'd in deeper gulfs than he. March 20, 1799. TO SIR JOSHUA REYNOLDS. DEAR President, whose art sublime And bids transactions of a day, That fleeting hours would waft away And in unfading beauty live,- Thus the sisterhood:- We comesay Fix well your pallet on your thumb, Prepare the pencil and the tints- First strike a curve, a graceful bow, ON THE AUTHOR OF LETTERS ON THE Genius of the Augustan age His head among Rome's ruins rear'd, Thou hast, he cried, like him of old And for traducing Virgil's name That rots, and stinks, and is abhorr'd. THE DISTRESSED TRAVELLERS; OR, LABOUR IN VAIN. A New Song, to a Tune never sung before. I SING of a journey to Clifton,† We would have performed, if we could; Poor Mary and me through the mud. Slee, sla, slud, Stuck in the mud; Oh it is pretty to wade through a flood! Nominally by Robert Heron, been written by John Pinkerton. + A village near Olney. Esq., but supposed to have 8vo. 1785. Mrs. Unwin. So away he went, slipping and sliding; Go briskly about, But they clatter, and rattle, and make such a rout. DIALOGUE. SHE. "Well! now, I protest it is charming; HE. "Pshaw! never mind, 'Tis not in the wind, We are travelling south, and shall leave it behind." SHE. "I am glad we are come for an airing, Until they grow rusty, not caring HE. "The longer we stay, The longer we may; It's a folly to think about weather or way." SHE. "But now I begin to be frighted, If I fall, what a way I should roll! You'll not be the last, that will set a foot there." SHE. "Let me breathe now a little, and ponder That terrible lane I see yonder, I think we shall never get through.'' HE. "So think I: But, by the by, We never shall know, if we never should try." SHE. "But should we get there, how shall we get home? Now it is plain That struggling and striving is labour in vain." HE. "Stick fast there while I go SHE. and look; "Don't go away, for fear I should fall :" |