with mine compare;

Thus may thy son his pangs Then with his mother had been kind as fair. For him may Love the myrtle wreath entwine ; Though the fad willow suits a woe like mine! Ne'er may the filial hope, like me, complain! Ah! never figh and bleed, like me, in vain !— 141 When death affords that peace which love denies, Ah, no!-far other scenes my fate fupplies ; When earth to earth my lifeless corfe is laid, And o'er it hangs the yew or cypress shade : When pale I flit along the dreary coast, An helpless lover's pining plaintive ghost ; Here annual on this dear returning day, While feather'd choirs renew the melting lay; May you, my fair, when you these strains shall see, Juft fpare one figh, one tear, to love and me, Me, who, in absence or in death, adore Those heavenly charms I must behold no more.

145

150

то

JOHN POWELL,

Es Q

BARRISTER AT LAW.

N me long abfent, long with anguish fraught,

IN

In me, though filence long has deaden'd thought,

Yet memory lives, and calls the Mufe's aid,

To snatch our friendship from oblivion's shade.

As

As foon the fun fhall cease the world to warm,
As foon Llannelly's * Fair that world to charm,
As grateful fenfe of goodness, true like thine,
Shall e'er defert a breaft fo warm as mine.

When imag'd Cambria ftrikes my memory's eye, (Cambria, my darling fcene!) I, fighing, cry Where is my Powell? dear affociate!-where? To him I would unbofom every care; To him, who early felt, from beauty, pain; Gall'd in a plighted, faithless virgin's chain. At length, from her ungenerous fetters, freed, Again he loves! he woos! his hopes fucceed! But the gay bridegroom, still by fortune croft, Is, inftant, in the weeping widower loft.

10

15

Her, his fole joy! her from his bosom torn,
What feeling heart, but learns, like his, to mourn? 20
Can nature then, fuch fudden fhocks, fuftain?

Nature thus ftruck, all reason pleads in vain !
Though late, from reason yet he draws relief,
Dwells on her memory; but difpels his grief.
Love, wealth, and fame (tyrannic passions all!)
No more enflame him, and no more enthral.
He feeks no more, in Rufus' hall, renown;
Nor envies Pelf the jargon of the gown;
But pleas'd with competence, on rural plains,
His wifdom courts that eafe his worth obtains.
Would private jars, which fudden rife, encrease?
His candour fmiles all difcord into peace.

Mrs Bridget Jones.

25

30

Te

To party ftorms is public weal refign'd?
Each teady patriot-virtue steers his mind.

Calm, on the beach, while maddening billows rave, 35
He gains philofophy from every wave;

Science, from every object round, he draws;

From various nature, and from nature's laws.

He lives o'er every past historic age;

He calls forth ethics from the fabled page.
Him evangelic truth, to thought excites;
And him, by turns, each claffic Mufe delights.
With wit well-natur'd; wit, that would difdain
A pleasure rifing from another's pain;
Social to all, and most of bliss possest,

45

When most he renders all, around him, bleft:
To unread 'fquires illiterately gay;

Among the learn'd, as learned full as they ;
With the polite, all, all-accomplish'd ease,
By nature form'd, without deceit, to please.

Thus fhines thy youth; and thus my friend, elate

In blifs as well as worth, is truly great.
Me ftill should ruthless fate, unjust, expose
Beneath those clouds, that rain unnumber'd woes ;
Me, to fome nobler sphere, should fortune raise,
To wealth confpicious, and to laurel'd praise ;
Unalter'd yet be love and friendship mine ;
I ftill am Chloe's, and I ftill am thine.

50

55

LON

LONDON AND BRISTOL

T

* DELINEATE D.

5

AWO fea-port cities mark Britannia's fame,
And these from commerce different honours claim.
What different honours fhall the Mufes pay,
While one infpires and one untunes the lay?
Now filver Ifis brightening flows along,
Echoing from Oxford fhore each claffic fong;
Then weds with Tame; and thefe, O London, fee
Swelling with naval pride, the pride of thee!
Wide, deep, unfullied Thames, meandering glides
And bears thy wealth on mild majestic tides.
Thy fhips, with gilded palaces that vie,

In glittering pomp, ftrike wondering China's eye;
And thence returning bear, in fplendid state,
To Britain's merchants, India's eastern freight.
India, her treasures from her weftern fhores,
Due at thy feet, a willing tribute pours;
Thy warring navies diftant nations awe,
And bid the world obey thy righteous law.
Thus shine thy manly fons of liberal mind;
Thy change deep-bufied, yet as courts refin'd;

10

15

20

Councils,

*The author preferr❜d this title to that of LONDON AND BRISTOL COMPARED; which, when he began the piece, he intended to prefix to it.

Councils, like fenates, that enforce debate
With fluent eloquence and reafon's weight.
Whofe patriot virtue, lawless power controls;
Their British emulating Roman fouls.
Of these the worthieft ftill felected ftand,

Still lead the fenate, and still save the land:
Social, not selfish, here, O Learning, trace
Thy friends, the lovers of all human race!
In a dark bottom funk, O Bristol now,
With native malice, lift thy lowering brow!
Then as fome hell-born sprite in mortal guife,
Borrows the shape of goodness and belies,
All fair, all fmug, to yon proud hall invite,
To feast all strangers ape an air polite !

25

30

From Cambria drain'd, or England's western coaft, 35 Not elegant, yet coftly banquets boast!

Revere, or feem the ftranger to revere;

Praise, fawn, profefs, be all things but fincere ;
Infidious now, our bofoin-fecrets steal,

And these with sly sarcastic sneer reveal.

40

Prefent we meet thy fneaking treacherous fmiles;
The harmless abfent ftill thy fneer reviles;

Such as in thee all parts fuperior find,

The fneer that marks the fool and knave combin'd;

When melting pity would afford relief,

The ruthless sneer that insult adds to grief.

45

What friendship canft thou boast? what honours claim?
To thee each ftranger owes an injur'd name.
What smiles thy fons muft in their foes excite!
Thy fons, to whom all discord is delight;

50

From