And spread his vegetable store, And gaily prest, and smiled; And, skilled in legendary lore, The ling'ring hours beguiled. Around in sympathetic mirth, Its tricks the kitten tries; But nothing could a charm impart His rising cares the Hermit spied, "From better habitations spurned, Reluctant dost thou rove : Or grieve for friendship unreturned, Alas! the joys that fortune brings, Are trifling and decay; And those who prize the paltry things, "And what is friendship but a name, A shade that follows wealth or fame, "And love is still an emptier sound, The modern fair-one's jest ; On earth unseen, or only found "For shame, fond youth! thy sorrows hush, And spurn the sex!" he said: But while he spoke, a rising blush Surprised he sees new beauties rise, The bashful look, the rising breast, "And, ah, forgive a stranger rude, "But let a maid thy pity share, Whom love has taught to stray; Who seeks for rest, but finds despair Companion of her way. "My father lived beside the Tyne, A wealthy lord was he; And all his wealth was marked as mine, He had but only me. "To win me from his tender arms, Unnumbered suitors came; Who praised me for imputed charms, "Each hour a mercenary crowd "In humble, simplest habit clad, "The blossom opening to the day, Could naught of purity display, "The dew, the blossom on the tree, With charms inconstant shine; Their charms were his, but, wo to me! Their constancy was mine. "For still I tried each fickle art, Importunate and vain ; And while his passion touched my heart, I triumphed in his pain: "Till, quite dejected with my scorn, He left me to my pride; And sought a solitude forlorn In secret, where he died. "But mine the sorrow, mine the fault, "And there forlorn despairing hid, "Forbid it, heaven!" the Hermit cried, And clasped her to his breast: The wond'ring fair one turned to chide : 'Twas Edwin's self that prest. "Turn, Angelina, ever dear, "Thus let me hold thee to my heart, And shall we never, never part, "No, never, from this hour to part; The sigh that rends thy constant heart, Shall break thy Edwin's too." RETALIATION.* OF Our Dean shall be venison, just fresh from the plains; Our §Burke shall be tongue with a garnish of brains; * First printed in 1774, after the author's death. Dr. Goldsmith, and some of his friends occasionally dined at St. James's Coffee-house. One day it was proposed to write epitaphs on him. His country, dialect, and person, furnished subjects of witticism. He was called on for retaliation, and at their next meeting produced the following poem. † The master of the St. James's Coffee-house, where the Doctor, and the friends he has characterised in this poem, occasionally dined. + Doctor Barnard, dean of Derry, in Ireland. § Mr. Edmund Burke. |