THE SPARROW. FROM CATULLUS. BY FRANCIS FAWKES. ALL ye gentle powers above, Here it hopt, and there it skipt: 5 10 Chirping only to the fair: Oft it lull'd its head to reft 15 On the pillow of her breast. * Born 17..; dyed 177 .. Death has fummon'd it to go All that's form'd for love or joy. 20 25 THE WISH. BY JAMES MERRICK. How fhort is life's uncertain space! Alas! how quickly done! How swift the wild precarious chace ! Youth ftops at firft its wilful ears Till now arriv'd to riper years, Experienc'd age, worn out with cares, What though its prospects now appear Yet groundless hope, and anxious fear, And prey upon the mind. Since then falfe joys our fancy cheat With hopes of real bliss; Ye guardian pow'rs that rule my fate, The only wish that I create Is all compriz'd in this. * Born 17..; died 1769. May I, through life's uncertain tide, Be ftill from pain exempt; May all my wants be ftill fupply'd, But fhould your providence divine. May all those bleffings you defign, (If e'er those bleffings fhall be mine) Be center'd in a friend. 30 TO A LADY.' WRAPPED ROUND A NOSEGAY OF VIOLETS. MDCCLXI. BY JOHN LANGHORNE, D. D. DEAR object of my late and early prayer! Bloom on thy breast, and smile beneath thine eye! Born 17..; dyed 1779. 10 |