20 DR FRANKLIN JNorman Se CŒLIS ERIPUIT FULMEN SCEPTRUMQUE TYR. and what is much Tically nuded the Fanosophy or w "And think, oh think! I alfo faid, "On all thofe charming scenes, "Which once with glee we paft away, Pleas'd in each other, night and day, "Nor envied kings and queens." A Ballad. Y pain while for ease I renew, Mye thepherds attend to the ftrain, Once carelers and jocund as you, With joy at the fparrows fhrill note When Philomel fung from her fpray, Or danced with the nymphs at the wake. Thus free from all trouble and care, The force of her charms was fo great Yet equal in beauty and fenfe: Whenever the mentioned the green Diftrated by hope and by fear, My pafion at length to declare With close attention carefully inwrought, Fair education, paints the pleafing thought; Inferts the curious lines on proper ground, Compleats the work, and (catters rofes round. She frown'd and thus taught me de- Wrought by Mifs. S fpair. Ah fate, I receive thy decree: Ye fhepherds, be kind to my fheep; A week they have now been altray: art, Touches from us myfterious pow'rs impart ; In narrow compass, but with equal Infcription on the Tomb Stone of Mrs. Pelham, (late confort of Mr. Henry Pelham, late of this Town) who died at Chichester, in England, in child birth of twin boys. And Man acknowledges, in all his pride, Needles attract, when our fair fingers guide. Wrote by Mr. HALEY. ECORD thou faithful marb'e, Pelham's worth, Verfes written by a deformed RE perfon to a Lady who had rejeed bis addrefes. "T IS true, my fhape is fomething odd, But blaming me, is blaming God; For had I fpoke myself to birth, I'd pleas'd the prettieft lafs on earth; And cou'd I form myself anew I wou'd not fail of pleafing you: Your charms have long been dear to fame, And half the country toaft's your name. But who that dimpling chin fupplied, And lent thy cheeks their rofy pride? With hairs of jet thy temples graced, And with a flender fhape thy waift? Thyfelf, hadft thou, thus beauteous made! To thee the praife were duly paid: Thy pride might then have leave to fwell, Thy motto this "I've made me well" But fince the power that fashion'd thee, With the fame hand created me ; Who might have touch'd my shape like thine And lent thee one deformed as mine: Thou fhould'ft alone that power adore, And fneer at my odd fhape vo more. Thofe eyes that dart deftru&tiv e rays, Hence let them fparkle to his praife, Thy heart, the feat of love and fnow, Teach them his praife, to pant and glow, Then heaven infpire thy yielding voice, To one that's better worth thy choice, Who dying, gave her double offfpring birth, Ye babes, who know not in your helpless ftate, Ye bought exiftence at too dear a On Spring. SPRING, relenting maid I appear Unbind again the frozen ground In beauty deck the smiling year, And scatter vernal rofes round: O come! and with thy radiant hand Ia purple paint the Weftern fky; O come! and let thy chearful band Remove th' obftru&ting clouds, and bid pale Winter fly. By wanton zephyrs fann'd, the rose In pride furveys its op'ning bloom, The violets every charm difclofe, And fill the air with rich perfume: All nature is with beauty crown'd, The trees put on their varied hues, The richeft verdue dyes the ground, And every charm appears, to court the rural Mufe. O'er that dear breast, where love and pity fprings, May peace eternal, fpread her downy wings: Sweet beaming hope, her path illumine fill, And fair ideas, all her fancy fill. From glittering fcenes, which ftrike the dazzled fight, With mimic grandeur, and illufive fight, From idle hurry, and tumultuous noife, From hollow friendship, and from fickly joys, Will DELIA, at the Mufe's call, retire, To the pure pleafures, rural scenes infpire? Will the from crowds, and busy cities Ay, Where wreaths of curling smoke, involve the sky, To tafle the grateful fhade of spreading trees, ... And drink the spirit of the mountain breeze? When winter's hand, the rough'ning year deforms, And hollow winds, foretel approaching forms, Then pleafure, like a bird of paffage, flies, To brighter climes, and more indulgent skies: Cities and courts, allure her fprightly train, From the bleak mountain, and the naked plain; And gold and gems, with artifical blaze, Supply the fickly fun's declining rays, But foon, returning on the western gale, She feeks the bofom of the graffy vale; There, wrapt in carelefs eafe, atturnes the lyre, To the wild warblings, of the wood. land quire: The daified turff, her humble throne fupplies, And early prim-rofes, around her rife. We'll follow, where the failing goddefs leads, Thro' tangled forefts, or enamel'd meads; O'er pathlefs hills, her airy form we'll chafe, In filent glades, her fairy foot fteps |