For seamen much believe in signs, Hail! honour'd land! a desert, where Yet parent of this loving pair, Whom nothing could divide, And ye, who rather than resign To whose lean country, much disdain Be it your fortune, year by year, "THE FOUR AGES. [A BRIEF FRAGMENT OF AN EXTENSIVE PROJECTED POEM.] "I COULD be well content, allow'd the use Of past experience, and the wisdom glean'd VOL. I. From worn-out follies, now acknowledg'd such, Thus, while grey evening lull'd the wind, and call'd "Could'st thou in truth? and art thou taught at length This wisdom, and but this from all the past? Is not the pardon of thy long arrear, Time wasted, violated laws, abuse I heard, and acquiesc'd; then to and fro Knows he his origin ?-can he ascend Deep mysteries both! which schoolmen much have toil'd T'unriddle, and have left them mysteries still. It is an evil incident to man, And of the worst, that unexplor'd he leaves TO THE NIGHTINGALE, Which the Author heard sing on New-Year's day, 1792. WHENCE is it, that amaz'd I hear This foremost morn of all the year, And why, since thousands would be proud Am I selected from the crowd, To witness it alone! Sing'st thou, sweet Philomel, to me Have practis'd in the groves like thee, Though not like thee in song? Or sing'st thou rather under force Thrice welcome, then! for many a long But thee no wintry skies can harm, To make e'en January charm, TO A YOUNG FRIEND, On his arrival at Cambridge wet, when no rain had fallen there. IF Gideon's fleece, which drench'd with dew he found, TO WILLIAM HAYLEY, ESQ. TO WILLIAM HAYLEY, ESQ. 231 Weston, June 20, 1793. DEAR architect of fine chateaux in air, Oh for permission from the skies to share, Much to thy own, though little to thy good, With thee (not subject to the jealous mood) A partnership of literary ware! But I am bankrupt now; and doom'd henceforth To drudge in descant dry, on others' lays ; Bards, I acknowledge, of unequall'd worth! But what is commentator's happiest praise ? That he has furnish'd lights for other eyes, Which they who need them use, and then despise. TO MY COUSIN ANNE BODHAM, On receiving from her a Net-work Purse made by herself. MY gentle Anne, whom heretofore, |