None here is happy but in part; Full bliss is bliss divine: There dwells some wish in every heart, That wish, on some fair future day, ΤΟ MRS. THROCKMORTON, ON HER BEAUTIFUL TRANSCRIPT OF HORACE'S ODE FEBRUARY, 1790. MARIA, Could Horace have guess'd The honour which you have bestow'd: He had laugh'd at the critical sneer Which he seems to have trembled to meet. And sneer, if you please, he had said, A nymph shall hereafter arise, Who shall give me, when you are all dead, Although but a mere bagatelle; And even a poet shall say, Nothing ever was written so well. CATHARINA. To Miss Stapleton, now Firs. Courtnay. SHE came-she is gone-we have met— And seems to have risen in vain, The last evening ramble we made, And much she was charm'd with a tone Less sweet to Maria and me, Who so lately had witness'd her own. My numbers that day she had sung, Could infuse into numbers of mine. The longer I heard, I esteem'd The work of my fancy the more, Though the pleasures of London exceed Catharina, did nothing impede, For the close woven arches of limes Than aught that the city can show. So it is, when the mind is endued Since then in the rural recess The scene of her sensible choice! From the clatter of street-pacing steeds, And by Philomel's annual note To measure the life that she leads. With her book, and her voice, and her lyre, She will have just the life she prefers, CATHARINA. ON HER MARRIAGE TO GEORGE COURTNAY, ESQ. 1792. BELIEVE it or not, as you choose, I did but express a desire To see Catharina at home, At the side of my friend George's fire, And lo-she is actually come. Such prophecy some may despise, But the wish of a poet and friend Perhaps is approved in the skies, And therefore attains to its end. 'Twas a wish that flew ardently forth From a bosom effectually warm'd With the talents, the graces, and worth Of the person for whom it was form❜d. Maria' would leave us, I knew, To the grief and regret of us all, But less to our grief, could we view Catharina the queen of the hall: And therefore I wish'd as I did, And therefore this union of hands: Not a whisper was heard to forbid, But all cry-Amen-to the bans. Since therefore I seem to incur No danger of wishing in vain, When making good wishes for her, I will e'en to my wishes againLady Throckmorton. With one I have made her a wife, GRATITUDE. Addressed to Lady Hesketh. THIS cap, that so stately appears, She gave it, and gave me beside, The ribbon with which it is tied. These carpets, so soft to the foot, Oh, spare them, ye knights of the boot, Secure from collision and dust, |