270 THE POET'S NEW-YEAR'S GIFT. THE POET'S NEW-YEAR'S GIFT. TO MRS. (NOW LADY) THROCKMORTON. MARIA! I have every good For thee wished many a time, To with thee fairer is no need, What favour then not yet poffeffed In wedded love already bleft, To thy whole heart's defire? None here is happy but in part: 'There dwells fome wifh in every heart, That wifh on fome fair future day, ("Tis blameless, be it what it may) ODE TO APOLLO. ON AN INK-GLASS ALMOST DRIED IN THE SUN. PATRON of all those luckless brains, Ah why, fince oceans, rivers, ftreams, Pay tribute to thy glorious beams, Why, ftooping from the noon of day, Too covetous of drink, Apollo, haft thou ftolen away A poet's drop of ink? Upborne into the viewless air It floats a vapour now, Impelled through regions denfe and rare, By all the winds that blow. Ordained perhaps ere fummer flies, Combined with millions more, To form an Iris in the skies, Though black and foul before. Illuftrious drop! and happy then Phœbus, if fuch be thy defign, Give wit, that what is left may shine PAIRING TIME ANTICIPATED. A FABLE. I SHALL not ask Jean Jaques Rouffeau,* If birds confabulate or no ; 'Tis clear that they were always able And e'en the child who knows no better, A ftory of a cock and bull, Muft have a moft uncommon skull. To foreftall sweet St. Valentine, In many an orchard, copfe, and grove, Affembled on affairs of love, And with much twitter and much chatter, * It was one of the whimsical speculations of this philofopher, that all fables, which ascribe reason and speech to animals, should be withheld from children, as being only vehicles of deception. But what child was ever deceived by them, or can be, against the evidence of his fenfest 274.. RAIRING TIME ANTICIPATED. At length a Bulfinch, who could boast My friends! be cautious how ye treat A Finch, whofe tongue knew no controll, With golden wing, and fatin pole, A laft year's bird, who ne'er had tried By his good will would keep us fingle Or (which is likelier to befall) Till death exterminate us all. My dear Dick Redcap, what say you? Dick heard, and tweedling, ogling, bridling, Turning fhort round, ftrutting and fideling, Attefted, glad, his approbation Of an immediate conjugation. |