GRATITUDE. Addreffed to Lady Hesketh. HIS cap, that so stately appears, With ribbon-bound taffel on high, Which seems by the creft that it rears Ambitious of brushing the sky: This cap to my Coufin I owe, She gave it, and gave me befide, Wreath'd into an elegant bow, The ribbon with which it is tied. This wheel-footed ftudying chair, These carpets, fo foft to the foot, Oh spare them, ye knights of the boot, This table and mirror within, Secure from collifion and dust, At which I oft fhave cheek and chin, This moveable structure of shelves, For its beauty admired and its use, And charged with octavos and twelves, The gayest I had to produce; Where, flaming in fcarlet and gold, My poems enchanted I view, And hope, in due time, to behold My Iliad and Odyffey too: This china, that decks the alcove, Has ne'er been reveal'd to us yet: These curtains, that keep the room warm Or cool, as the feafon demands, Those stoves that for pattern and form Seem the labour of Mulciber's hands. All these are not half that I owe Benignity, friendship, and truth; Much less could he alter her mind. Thus compaff'd about with the goods I indulge my poetical moods In many 1786. LINES COMPOSED FOR A MEMORIAL OF ASHLEY COWPER, ESQ. Immediately after his Death, by his Nephew AREWELL! endued with all that could All hearts to love thee, both in youth and age! In prime of life, for fprightliness enroll'd In life's last stage, (O bleffings rarely found!) Marble may flatter, and left this should seem O'ercharged with praises on fo dear a theme, Although thy worth be more than half fuppreft, Love fhall be fatisfied, and veil the reft. June, 1788. ON THE QUEEN'S VISIT TO LONDON, The Night of the Seventeenth of March, HEN, long fequefter'd from his throne, By right of worth, not blood alone, Then Loyalty, with all his lamps New trimm'd, a gallant show! 'Twas hard to tell, of streets or fquares, Bright fhone the roofs, the domes, the spires, Amid the vault of Heaven. So, fire with water to compare, Had all the pageants of the world In one proceffion join'd, And all the banners been unfurl'd For no fuch fight had England's Queen Where George, recover'd, made a scene Sweet always, doubly sweet. Yet glad she came that night to prove, How much the object of her love Darkness the skies had mantled o'er In aid of her defign-Darkness, O Queen! ne'er call'd before To veil a deed of thine! On borrow'd wheels away fhe flies, And gratify no curious eyes Arrived, a night like noon fhe fees, Pleased she beheld aloft portray'd, |