ΤΟ THE IMMORTAL MEMORY OF THE HALIBUT, ON WHICH I DINED THIS DAY, MONDAY, APRIL 26, 1784. WHERE hast thou floated, in what seas pursued Roar as they might, the overbearing winds Attach'd to the firm leaf of some salt weed, Didst outlive tempests, such as wrung and rack'd -Wherever thou hast fed, thou little thought'st, Peace, therefore, and good health, and much good fish, To him who sent thee! and success, as oft As it descends into the billowy gulf, To the same drag that caught thee !-Fare thee well! Thy lot thy brethren of the slimy fin Would envy, could they know that thou wast doom'd To feed a bard, and to be praised in verse. GRATITUDE. ADDRESSED TO LADY HESKETH. 1786. THIS cap, that so stately appears, With ribbon-bound tassel on high, Which seems by the crest that it rears Ambitious of brushing the sky; This cap to my Cousin I owe, She gave it, and gave me beside, Wreath'd into an elegant bow, The ribbon with which it is tied. This wheel-footed studying chair, These carpets, so soft to the foot, Secure from collision and dust, This moveable structure of shelves, For its beauty admired and its use, This china, that decks the alcove, Has ne'er been reveal'd to us yet: All these are not half that I owe Benignity, friendship, and truth; Much less could he alter her mind. Thus compass'd about with the goods And chattels of leisure and ease, I indulge my poetical moods In many such fancies as these; And fancies I fear they will seem— LINES, COMPOSED FOR A MEMORIAL OF ASHLEY COWPER, ESQ. IMMEDIATELY AFTER HIS DEATH. BY HIS NEPHEW WILLIAM OF WESTON. JUNE, 1788. FAREWELL! endued with all that could engage In life's last stage, (O blessings rarely found!) Marble may flatter, and lest this should seem SONG ON PEACE. WRITTEN IN THE SUMMER OF 1783, AT THE REQUEST OF LADY AUSTEN, WHO GAVE THE SENTIMENT. AIR-" My fond shepherds of late," &c. No longer I follow a sound; No longer a dream I pursue; O happiness! not to be found, Unattainable treasure, adieu ! I have sought thee in splendour and dress, An humble ambition and hope The voice of true wisdom inspires; 'Tis sufficient, if Peace be the scope, And the summit of all our desires. Peace may be the lot of the mind That seeks it in meekness and love; SONG. ALSO WRITTEN AT THE REQUEST OF LADY AUSTEN. AIR-" The Lass of Pattie's Mill.” WHEN all within is peace, How nature seems to smile! Delights that never cease, S. C.-9. A A |