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MRS. THROCKMORTON'S BULFINCH.
Ye nymphs! if e'er your eyes were red
O share Maria's grief!
Assassin'd by a thief.
Where Rhenus strays his vine among,
And though by nature mute,
Of flagelet or flute.
The honours of his ebon poll
His bosom of the hue
To sweep away the dew.
Above, below, in all the house,
No cat had leave to dwell;
Large-built and latticed well.
Well-latticed—but the grate, alas!
For Bully's plumage sake,
The swains their baskets make.
Night veild the pole: all seem'd secure:
Subsistence to provide,
And badger-colourd hide.
He, entering at the study-door,
And something in the wind
Food chiefly for the mind.
Just then, by adverse fate impress’d,
In sleep he seem'd to view
Awoke and found it true.
For, aided both by ear and scent,
Ah, muse! forbear to speak
He left poor Bully's beak.
O had he made that too his prey !
Of such mellifluous tone,
Fast stuck within his own.
Maria weeps—the Muses, mourn-
On Tbracian Hebrus' side
The cruel death he died.
MARIA! I have every good
For thee wish'd many a time, Both sad and in a cheerful mood,
But never yet in rhyme.
To wish thee fairer is no need,
More prudent or more sprightly, Or more ingenious, or more freed
From temper-flaws unsightly.
What favour then not yet possess'd
Can I for thee require,
To thy whole heart's desire ?
None here is happy but in part;
Full bliss is bliss divine: There dwells some wish in every heart,
And doubtless one in thine.
That wish, on some fair future day,
Which Fate shall brightly gild, ('Tis blameless, be it what it may,)
I wish it all fulfill'd.
ON HER BEAUTIFUL TRANSCRIPT OF HORACE'S ODE
AD LIBRUM SUUM,
MARIA, could Horace have guess'd
What honour awaited his ode, To his own little volume address'd,
The honour which you have bestow'd :
So elegant, even, and neat,
Which he seems to have trembled to meet.
you please, he had said, A nymph shall hereafter arise, Who shall give me, when you are all dead,
The glory your malice denies; Shall dignity give to my lay,
Although but a mere bagatelle; And even a poet shall say,
Nothing ever was written so well.