Instead of noon! one little miracle, In pity, gentle Phœbus! What a joy, Oh, what a joy to be a seal, and flounder With the white bear, cavern'd in polar snow! Dipt in the blood of Nessus, just to keep Would make platina uncongealable Were it midnight I should walk, Kick that obdurate Phoebus out of heaven! Not a cloud nor breeze, O, you most heathen Deities! if ever My bones reach home (for the flesh upon them, That hath resolved itself into a dew), I shall have learnt owl-wisdom. Thou vile Phœbus ! Set me a Persian sun-idolater Upon this turnpike road, and I'll convert him With no Inquisitorial argument But thine own fires. Now woe be to me, wretch, That I was in a heretic country born! Else might some mass for the poor souls that bleach, And burn away the calx of their offences, In that great Purgatory crucible, Help me, O Jupiter! my poor complexion ! I am made a copper-Indian of already, A brook! a brook! Oh, what a sweet cool sound! 'Tis very nectar! It runs like life thro' every strengthen'd limb! Nymph of the stream, now take my grateful prayer. ULIA was blest with beauty, wit, and grace: Small poets loved to sing her blooming face. Before her altars, lo! a numerous train Preferr'd their vows; yet all preferr'd in vain: Till charming Florio, born to conquer, came, And touch'd the fair one with an equal flame. The flame she felt, and ill could she conceal What every look and action would reveal. With boldness then, which seldom fails to move, He pleads the cause of marriage and of love; The course of hymeneal joys he rounds, The fair one's eyes dance pleasure at the sounds. Sacred his ashes lie, and long his rest! On him the storm of angry grief must burst. THE KNIFE-GRINDER. A DIALOGUE IN SAPPHICS BY GEORGE CANNING. FRIEND OF HUMANITY.1 EEDY Knife-grinder! whither are you going? "Weary Knife-grinder! little think the proud ones, Road, what hard work 'tis crying all day Knives and "Tell me, Knife-grinder, how you came to grind knives? Was it the squire? or parson of the parish? Or the attorney? "Was it the squire, for killing of his game? or All in a lawsuit ? "(Have you not read the Rights of Man, by Tom Paine?) Drops of compassion tremble on my eyelids, Ready to fall, as soon as you have told your Pitiful story." The "Friend of Humanity" was intended for Mr Tierney, M. P. for Southwark, who in early times was among the more forward of the Reformers. He was an assiduous member of the " Society of Friends of the People." |