O why were farmers made so coarse, A kick that scarce would move a horse, Then let the boobies stay at home; SONNET ADDRESSED TO HENRY COWPER, ESQ. On his emphatical and interesting Delivery of the Defence of Warren Hastings, Esq., in the House of Lords. COWPER, whose silver voice, tasked sometimes hard, Legends prolix delivers in the ears (Attentive when thou read'st) of England's peers, Let verse at length yield thee thy just reward. Thou wast not heard with drowsy disregard, Expending late on all that length of plea Thy generous powers, but silence honoured thee, Mute as e'er gazed on orator or bard. Thou art not voice alone, but hast beside Both heart and head; and couldst with music sweet Like thy renowned forefathers, far and wide. THE DOG AND THE WATER LILY. NO FABLE. THE noon was shady, and soft airs When 'scaped from literary cares, My spaniel, prettiest of his race, (Two nymphs1 adorned with every graco Now wantoned lost in flags and reeds, Pursued the swallow o'er the meads, It was the time when Ouse displayed With cane extended far I sought Beau marked my unsuccessful pains But with a cherup clear and strong, I thence withdrew, and followed long My ramble ended, I returned; The floating wreath again discerned, I saw him, with that lily cropped, My quick approach, and soon he dropped Charmed with the sight, the world I cried, My dog shall mortify the pride 1 Sir Robert Gunning's daughters. But chief myself I will enjoin, To show a love as prompt as thine To Him who gives me all. MOTTO FOR A CLOCK. QUE lenta accedit, quam velox præterit hora! Slow comes the hour; its passing speed how great! THE birds put off their every hue, But, screened from every storm that blows, To the same patroness resort, Strong Genius, from whose forge of thought |