THE LILY AND THE ROSE. THE nymph must lose her female friend, But where will fierce contention end Within the garden's peaceful scene The Rose soon redden'd into rage, The Lily's height bespoke command, 'She seem'd design'd for Flora's hand, This civil bickering and debate, Yours is, she said, the nobler hue, Thus, soothed and reconciled, each seeks The fairest British fair: The seat of empire is her cheeks, ON A GOLDFINCH, STARVED TO DEATH IN HIS CAGE. TIME was when I was free as air, But gaudy plumage, sprightly strain, And of a transient date; For caught, and caged, and starved to death, In dying sighs, my little breath Soon pass'd the wiry grate. Thanks, gentle swain, for all my woes, And thanks for this effectual close And cure of every ill! More cruelty could none express; Had been your prisoner still. THE MODERN PATRIOT. REBELLION is my theme all day; I only wish 'twould come (As who knows but perhaps it may?) Yon roaring boys, who rave and fight When lawless mobs insult the court, But O! for him my fancy culls Who constitutionally pulls Your house about your ears. Such civil broils are my delight, Though some folks can't endure them, Who say the mob are mad outright, A rope! I wish we Patriots had Such strings for all who need 'emWhat! hang a man for going mad? Then farewell British freedom, REPORT OF AN ADJUDGED CASE NOT TO BE FOUND IN ANY OF THE BOOKS. BETWEEN Nose and Eyes a strange contest arose, So Tongue was the lawyer, and argued the cause So famed for his talent in nicely discerning. In behalf of the Nose it will quickly appear, And your Lordship, he said, will undoubtedly find, That the Nose has had spectacles always in wear, Which amounts to possession time out of mind. Then, holding the spectacles up to the court- As wide as the ridge of the nose is; in short, Again, would your lordship a moment suppose On the whole it appears, and my argument shows Then shifting his side (as a lawyer knows how), So his lordship decreed with a grave solemn tone, By daylight or candlelight-Eyes should be shut! |