What joy to hear the tempest howl in vain, Or, if the sun in flaming Leo ride, What joy to wind along the cool retreat, To mingle sweet discourse with kisses sweet, Thus pleas'd at heart, and not with fancy's dream, In silent happiness I rest unknown; Content with what I am, not what I seem, * Hers be the care of all my little train, For her I'll yoke my oxen to the plough, Ah, what avails to press the stately bed, Delia alone can please, and never tire, Beauty and worth in her alike contend, On her I'll gaze, when others loves are o'er, Oh, when I die, my latest moments spare, Oh, quit the room, oh, quit the deathful bed, Let them, extended on the decent bier, Through all the village spread the tender tear, JOHN OLDMIXON, RIDICULED in the Tatler under the name of Omikron, the unborn poet, and one of the heroes of the Dunciad, who mounts the side of a lighter in order to plunge with more effect. His party virulence was rewarded with the place of collector of the customs at the port of Bridgewater. SONG. FROM HIS POEMS ON SEVERAL OCCASIONS, IN IMITATION OF I LATELY VOW'd, but 'twas in haste, I oft to hate my mistress swear, I make my oaths when she's severe, ON HIMSELF. FROM AN ACREON. UNDERNEATH a myrtle shade, On a bank of roses laid, Love, descending from his state, Love among my slaves shall shine, Swift as chariot wheels we fly, Then in vain you'll 'noint my tomb With your oils and your perfume; Rather let them now be mine, Roses round my temples twine. You who love me now I live, When the gods shall send me there. WILLIAM SOMERVILLE. BORN 1692.-DIED 1742. WILLIAM SOMERVILLE was born at Edston, in Warwickshire, of an ancient and illustrious family. He possessed an estate of 1500l. a year, was amiable and hospitable, and united elegant and refined pursuits with the active amusements which he has celebrated in his poem of the Chase; but from deficiency in economy and temperance was driven, according to Shenstone's account, to drink himself into pains of body in order to get rid of those of the mind. BACCHUS TRIUMPHANT. A TALE. "FOR shame," said Ebony, "for shame, “To guzzle thus, early and late." Poor Tom, who just had took his whet, VOL. IV. H' |