BEAU'S REPLY. IR, when I flew to feize the bird You cried-Forbear!-but in my breast Yet, much as nature I respect, I ventured once to break (As you perhaps may recollect) Her precept for your fake; And when your linnet on a day, Had flutter'd all his ftrength away, Well knowing him a facred thing, Let my obedience then excuse My disobedience now, Nor fome reproof yourself refuse From your aggrieved bow-wow: If killing birds be fuch a crime TO WILLIAM HAYLEY, ESQ. EAR architect of fine chateaux in air, For back of royal elephant to bear; But I am bankrupt now; and doom'd henceforth June 29, 1793. ANSWER TO STANZAS ADDRESSED TO LADY HESKETH, By Mifs Catherine Fanshawe, in returning a Poem of Mr. Cowper's, lent to her, on condition she should neither show it, nor take a Copy. O be remember'd thus is fame, And did the few like her the fame, So Homer, in the memory ftored 1793. ON FLAXMAN'S PENELOPE. HE fuitors finn'd, but with a fair excufe, Nor can our cenfure on the husband fall, TO THE SPANISH ADMIRAL COUNT GRAVINA, on his Tranflating the Author's Song on a Rofe into Italian Verfe. 1793. Y rofe, Gravina, blooms anew, TO MARY. HE twentieth year is well nigh past Ah would that this might be the last! Thy fpirits have a fainter flow, I fee thee daily weaker grow ; My Mary! 'Twas my distress that brought thee low, My Mary! Thy needles, once a shining store, Now ruft disused, and shine no more; My Mary! For though thou gladly wouldft fulfill My Mary! But well thou play'dft the housewife's part, And all thy threads with magic art Have wound themselves about this heart, Thy indistinct expreffions seem My Mary! Like language utter'd in a dream; Yet me they charm, whate'er the theme, My Mary! Thy filver locks, once auburn bright, My Mary! For, could I view nor them nor thee, Partakers of thy fad decline, My Mary! Thy hands their little force refign; Such feebleness of limbs thou provest, |