ON THE LOSS OF THE ROYAL GEORGE. Written when the news arrived. 1782. TOLL, for the brave! The brave that are no more; Eight hundred of the brave, A land breeze shook the shrouds, Down went the Royal George, Toll for the brave! Brave Kempenfelt is gone; It was not in the battle; His sword was in its sheath; With twice four hundred men. Weigh the vessel up, Once dreaded by our fces! Her timbers yet are sound, And she may float again, Full-charged with England's thunder, But Kempenfelt is gone, His victories are o'er; And he and his eight hundred, Shall plough the wave no more. ANSWER TO STANZAS, Addressed to Lady Hesketh, by Miss Catharine Fanshawe, in returning a Poem of Mr. Cowper's, lent to her on condition she should neiter show it, nor take a copy. 1793. To be remember'd thus is fame, And did the few like her the same, So Homer in the mem'ry stcred SUNSET AND SUNRISE. CONTEMPLATE, when the sun declines, ON AN OLD MAID. FOR threescore years, this life; Cleora led: TO THE SPANISH ADMIRAL, COUNT GRAVINA. ON HIS TRANSLATING THE AUTHOR'S SONG ON THE ROSE INTO ITALIAN VERSE. 1793. My rose, Gravina, blooms anew, ON MR. CHESTER, OF CHICHELY. TEARS flow, and cease not, wthere the good man lies, Tears therefore fall where Chester's ashes sleep, ON AN INFANT. BEWAIL not much my parents! me, the prey ON A PLANT OF VIRGIN'S BOWER. DESIGNED TO COVER A GARDEN SEAT. (Spring of 1793.) THRIVE gentle plant! and weave a bower And deck with many a flower Thy foliage large and free. ON THE SHORTNESS OF HUMAN LIFE. 429 Thou cam'st from Eartham, and will shade (If truly I divine,) Some future day th' illustrious head Of him who made thee mine. Should Daphne show a jealous frown, Thy cause with zeal we shall defend, For why should not the virgin's friend ON THE SHORTNESS OF HUMAN LIFE. SUNS that set, and moons that wane, Rise, and are restor'd again; Stars that orient day subdues, Night at her return renews. Herbs and flowers, the beauteous birth |