MONODY ON A TEA-KETTLE. O MUSE who sangest late another's pain, To griefs domestic turn thy coal-black steed! With slowest steps thy funeral steed must go, Nodding his head in all the pomp of woe: Wide scatter round each dark and deadly weed, And let the melancholy dirge complain, [run) (While bats shall shriek and dogs shall howling The teakettle is spoilt and Coleridge is undone! Your cheerful songs, ye unseen crickets cease! Let songs of grief your alter'd minds engage! For he who sang responsive to your lay, What time the joyous bubbles 'gan to play, The sooty swain has felt the fire's fierce rage;— Yes he is gone, and all my woes increase; I heard the water issuing from the woundNo more the tea shall pour its fragrant streams around! O Goddess best beloved, delightful Tea! [vine? And the pure joy prolong to midmost night! How sink the mighty low by Fate opprest!- Rude urg'd t' ignoble place with plaintive din, But hark! or do I fancy the glad voice "What tho' the swain did wondrous charms dis close (Not such did Memnon's sister sable drest) 1790. ABSENCE. A FAREWELL ODE ON QUITTING SCHOOL FOR JESUS COLLEGE, CAMBRIDGE. WHERE graced with many a classic spoil I haste to urge the learned toil That sternly chides my love-lorn song: When Peace, and Cheerfulness, and Health Ah fair delights! that o'er my soul What though she leave the sky unblest SONNET. ON THE SAME. FAREWELL parental scenes! a sad farewell! Ah! would those happy days return again, Mingled its tears with hers-my widow'd parent lorn. TO THE MUSE. THO' no bold flights to thee belong; And tho' thy lays with conscious fear, Shrink from Judgment's eye severe, Yet much I thank thee, spirit of my song! For, lovely Muse! thy sweet employ Exalts my soul, refines my breast, Gives each pure pleasure keener zest, And softens sorrow into pensive joy. From thee I learn'd the wish to bless, From thee to commune with my heart; From thee, dear Muse! the gayer part, To laugh with pity at the crowds, that press Where Fashion flaunts her robes by Folly spun, Whose hues gay varying wanton in the sun. 1789. WITH FIELDING'S AMELIA. VIRTUES and woes alike too great for man What every wife should be, what many are. ON RECEIVING AN ACCOUNT THAT HIS ONLY SISTER'S DEATH WAS INEVITABLE. THE tear which mourn'd a brother's fate scarce dry— Pain after pain, and woe succeeding woe Is my heart destin'd for another blow? O my sweet sister! and must thou too die? |