My wearied limbs, can fcarce fuftain, Sickness, to thy fubduing Sway, The Lark's melodious matin fong, I've tried each fculapian Art, To footh my anguish, eate my fmart, Ye Gods, be kind some pity fend, COTHERSTONE. J. NICHOLSON! VERSES On the much-lamented Death of Mr. R- R———, of DARLINGTON. OH! ceafe to murmar a: the will divine, And wipe, ye Friends, the moisture from your eyes; Why fhould you at his happy fare repine, He reigns in glory now above the Skies. Oh! think ye mourners on his actions just, H: He fluded mankind, read the human breast, His manners she'd fimplicity and truth, He Arove to feather happiness around, EUPHEMIA, IN DEAR SIR, N the grea eft despair now my Ipirits are drown'd, you know of what means I can ule, to forget ber. E EDWARD EDWARD and MARIA. DEEP in the covert of a gloomy wood, Where filence, folitude, and love all reign, The rural Cottage of Ma ia tood And there the mourn'd the abfence of her fwain. "Forc'd by my cruel Father's hand away, "My Edward's lofs I muft for ever mourn 1 "Ye verdant Fields, in all your bright array, "Be gay no more, till Edward fhall return. "Tempted by a varice, and love of gold, "Soon as my Father of our paffion knew, "He fernly faid, I should no more behold "The charming youth, whom I had lov'd fo true. "My Edward to perfuade, I ftrove in vain, ** i could not change the purport of his mind; "With eager hopes he went across the main, "To feek for riches which he ne'er will find. • Perhaps, t'en while I fpeak, feme savage hand, "With barba.cus heart thy mangled limbs may tear; "Perhaps, thou wand'ieft in fome foreign land, "Where dwelleth nought but Mifery and Fear. "Ab hapless youth 1 Why didft thou go sit ay f "With thee, I poverty could well have borne; In fearch of riches thou has fiet away, "Aad left me fighing, deftiture, forlorn." While thus Ma ja in fad anguish mourn'd The lofs of Edward, that teloved yourn ;He 'crofe the waves with eager hafte return'd; With riches to reward her love and truth. His fortune gain'd her Father's with'd consent, And now they live belov'd by all around; Bleft with each other's love in fweet content, With health and peace their happy dwelling's crown'd. DARLINGTON. EVELINA. Horac Horace, Ode 10, Book iv. imitated. Addreffed to the beautiful AH! ceafe, vain nymph, thy beauty to display: of Y. No longer strive to whund young STREPHON's breast ; Tho' now thy rafy checks, thy jetty hair, And fparkling eyes, the hea is of all engage; W. C ADVICE to MYRTILLA. For ne will never you reward, To every fair one of the grove, Believe not his intriguing lays He only fings your matchlefs praife, His meature for to fill. For poets know the fair are weak, And! And if one mile fhould grace the cheek, He then great pleasure finds. What true fincerity has penn'd Do with attention view; For it's the produce of a friend, H The CURATE. OW happy is a Curate's life, Not plagu'd with wealth, orteaz'd with His pious Vicar at the day, Remits him punctually his pay: His Quart'ridge jutt five pounds, not more, (A Pen'worth bought at fecond-'hand): What! |