And why, fince thousands would be proud Of fuch a favour shown, Am I felected from the crowd To witness it alone? Sing'ft thou, fweet Philomel, to me, Have practifed in the groves like thee, Or fing'ft thou, rather, under force Thrice welcome then! for many a long And joyless year have I, As thou to-day, put forth my fong But Thee no wintry skies can harm, Who only need'st to fing To make e'en January charm, And every feafon Spring. LINES WRITTEN IN AN ALBUM Of Mifs Patty More's, Sifter of Hannah More. N vain to live from age to age While modern bards endeavour, W. Cowper. March 6, 1792. SONNET TO WILLIAM WILBERFORCE, ESQ; HY country, Wilberforce, with just disdain, Hears thee by cruel men and impious call'd Fanatic, for thy zeal to loose the inthrall'd From exile, public fale, and flavery's chain. Friend of the poor, the wrong'd, the fettergall'd, Fear not left labour fuch as thine be vain. Thou hast achieved a part; haft gain'd the ear Of Britain's fenate to thy glorious cause; Hope fmiles, joy springs, and, though cold caution pause And weave delay, the better hour is near Enjoy what thou hast won, esteem and love April 16, 1792. EPIGRAM. (Printed in the Northampton Mercury.) O purify their wine some people bleed A lamb into the barrel, and fucceed; No noftrum, planters fay, is half so good To make fine fugar as a negro's blood. Now lambs and negroes both are harmless things, And thence perhaps this wondrous virtue fprings, 'Tis in the blood of innocence alone Good cause why planters never try their own. TO DR. AUSTIN, OF CECIL STREET, LONDON. USTIN! accept a grateful verse from me, Pleafing requital in my verse may find; Verse oft has dash'd the scythe of Time aside, Were in the power of verse like mine to give, CATHARINA: The Second Part: On her Marriage to George Courtenay, Efq. B ELIEVE it or not, as you choose, That the future is known to the Muse, And poets are oracles too. I did but express a desire To fee Catharina at home, At the fide of my friend George's fire, Such prophecy fome may despise, * Hayley. Perhaps is approved in the skies, And therefore attains to its end. 'Twas a wish that flew ardently forth From a bofom effectually warm'd With the talents, the graces, and worth Of the person for whom it was form’d. Maria* would leave us, I knew, To the grief and regret of us all, But lefs to our grief, could we view Catharina the Queen of the Hall. And therefore I wifh'd as I did, And therefore this union of hands; Not a whisper was heard to forbid, But all cry-Amen! to the bans. Since, therefore, I seem to incur *Lady Throckmorton. |