Stranger, curious, would'st thou learn Ere yon neighb'ring spires arose, Once the maid, in Summer's heat, Forgetful of her daily toil, To trace each tract of humid soil; Enfeebled by the scorching ray, Heedless stranger, who so long Roscoe. LADY CARLISLE'S ANSWER TO MRS. GREVILLE'S "ODE TO INDIFFERENCE." Is that your wish, to lose all sense In dull lethargic ease, And, wrapt in cold indifference, If dictated by deep despair, If not, 'tis sure the strangest wish Who can decide 'twixt you and me? But this I know, we disagree Inferior far my power to please, Yet beats my heart for more than ease, It never shall be my desire, To bear a heart unmov'd, To feel by halves the gen'rous fire, Or be but half belov❜d. Let me drink deep the dang'rous cup, If languid ease they cannot know, This the partition made by fate: Give me, whatever I possess, To know, and feel it all, When youth and love no more can bless, Let death obey my call. Or turn my senses then to stone: But bring her not till youth is flown, Too soon, alas! that torpid state I would not rashly tempt my fate, SONG. I've roam'd thro' many a wearied round, While glory sighs for other spheres, And this, a home which love endears, The needle thus too rudely mov'd, Till, having found the place it lov'd, MS. EPIGRAM. No wonder that Oxford and Cambridge profound Anonymous. ODE TO LEVEN WATER. ON Leven's banks, while free to rove, Pure stream! in whose transparent wave My youthful limbs I wont to lave; No torrents stain thy limpid source, No rocks impede thy dimpling course, That sweetly warbles o'er its bed, With white, round, polish'd pebbles spread; While, lightly pois'd, the scaly brood In myriads cleave the crystal flood: The springing trout, in speckled pride; The salmon, monarch of the tide; The ruthless pike, intent on war; The silver eel, and mottled par. Devolving from thy parent lake, A charming maze thy waters make, By bow'rs of birch, and groves of pine, And hedges flower'd with eglantine. Still on thy banks, so gaily green, May num'rous herds and flocks be seen; And lasses chaunting o'er the pail; And shepherds piping in the dale; |