If aught, alas! thy absence may relieve,
Now I am left, perhaps, thro' life to grieve:
Yet would I hope, yet hope I know not why,
(But hopes and wishes in one balance lie)
Thou may'st revisit with thy wonted smiles
Ierna, island set around with isles:
May the same heart that bids thee now adieu
Salute thy sails and hail thee into view!
LITTLE Syren of the stage,
Charmer of an idle age,
Empty warbler, breathing lyre,
Wanton gale of fond desire,
Bane of ev'ry manly art,
Sweet enfeebler of the heart!
O too pleasing in thy strain,
Hence to southern climes again;
Tuneful mischief, vocal spell!
To this island bid farewell;
Leave us as we ought to be,
Leave the Britons rough and free.
TO THE MEMORY OF THE LATE
EARL OF HALIFAX.
EEPING o'er thy sacred urn, Ever shall the Muses mourn, Sadly shall their numbers flow,
If aught, alas! thy absence may relieve,
Now I am left, perhaps, thro' life to grieve:
Yet would I hope, yet hope I know not why,
(But hopes and wishes in one balance lie)
Thou may'st revisit with thy wonted smiles
Ierna, island set around with isles:
May the same heart that bids thee now adieu
Salute thy sails and hail thee into view!
LITTLE Syren of the stage,
Charmer of an idle age,
Empty warbler, breathing lyre,
Wanton gale of fond desire,
Bane of ev'ry manly art,
Sweet enfeebler of the heart!
O too pleasing in thy strain,
Hence to southern climes again;
Tuneful mischief, vocal spell!
To this island bid farewell;
Leave us as we ought to be,
Leave the Britons rough and free.
TO THE MEMORY OF THE LATE
EARL OF HALIFAX.
EEPING o'er thy sacred urn, Ever shall the Muses mourn, Sadly shall their numbers flow,
Thousands nobly born shall die, Thousands in oblivion lie,
Names which leave no trace behind,
Like the clouds before the wind,
When the dusky shadows pass
Lightly fleeting o'er the grass.
But, O Halifax! thy name
Shall thro' ages rise in fame;
Sweet remembrance shalt thou find,
Sweet in ev'ry noble mind.
TO THE HON. MISS CARTERET.
BLOOM of beauty! early flow'r
Of the blissful bridal bow'r,
Thou thy parents' pride and care,
Fairest offspring of the fair!
Lovely pledge of mutual love,
Angel seeming from above!
Was it not thou day by day
Dost thy very sex betray,
Female more and more appear,
Female more than angel dear!
How to speak thy face and mien,
(Soon too dang'rous to be seen!)
How shall I, or shall the Muse,
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