THE ROSE-BUD. TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE THE LADY JANE WHARTON.' BY WILLIAM BROOME, LL. D. QUEEN of fragrance, lovely rose, * Are cloath'd with green, or fwell with buds Queen of fragrance, lovely rofe! Thou, beauteous flow'r, a welcome guest, Shalt flourish on the fair-one's breast, Shalt grace her hand, or deck her hair, Breathe foft, ye winds! be calm, ye skies! Born 16..; dyed 1745. 10 ; 15 20 But thou, fair nymph, thyself survey In this fweet offspring of a day; That miracle of face must fail, Thy charms are sweet, but charms are And Cleopatra's but a name; frail: 25 30 Time must indent that heav'nly brow, And thou must be, what they are' now. This moral to the fair disclose, Queen of fragrance, lovely rofe. 35 ADDRESS ΤΟ HIS ELBOW-CHAIR, NEW CLOATHED. BY WILLIAM SOMERVILE, ESQ. My dear companion, and my faithful friend! Danc'd into form, and built the Theban wall; True thou art fpruce and fine, a very beau; Knaves are my fcorn, and coxcombs are my sport. 10 Yet grateful then, my conftancy I prov'd; I knew thy worth; my friend in rags I lov'd; With confcious fhame, yet frankly, I confefs, But fage experience taught me how to prize Of factious emmets; pointed where to place 30 Here on thy yielding down I fit fecure; Not fond of life, but yet content to be So fafe on fhore the penfion'd failor lies; With ease of body bleft, and peace of mind, While in his cell, he meditates alone On his great voyage, to the world unknown. } 35 40 AN ODE, WRITTEN IN 1717, ON OCCASION OF THE DUKE OF MARLBRO'S APOPLEXY. AWFUL BY LEONARD WELSTED. I. L hero, Marlbro' rife: Sleepy charms I come to break: Hither turn thy languid eyes: Lo! thy Genius calls; awake! II. Well furvey this faithful plan, Which records thy life's great ftory; 'Tis a fhort, but crowded span, Full of triumphs, full of glory. III. One by one thy deeds review: Greatly fill each pompous year. IV. This is Blenheim's crimson field, Wet with gore, with flaughter ftain'd! Here retiring fquadrons yield, And a bloodless wreath is gain'd! * Born 16..; dyed 1749. 15 |