4 BY BRIAN EDWARDS, ESQ. SCARCE had the tender hand of Time When Fate untimely feal'd her doom, A lovely fky, an envious gloom, VOL. VI. B WRITTEN WRITTEN ON A WINDOW AT AN INN, UNDER SOME INFAMOUS VERSES. BY THE SAME, WHEN Dryden's clown, unknowing what he fought, His hours in whistling spent, for want of thought, Did modern fwains, poffefs'd of Cymon's pow'rs, Severe the fate of modern fools, alas! EPIGRA M. BY THE SAME. POET, faid Chloe, with a laugh, Fond love fhould write, if you should die, ON ON THE DEATH OF GENERAL MONTGOMERY. BY THE SAME. MONTGOMERY falls! let no fond breast repine, That Hampden's glorious death, brave chief, was thine, With his fhall Freedom confecrate thy name; ODE FOR THE NEW YEAR. BY THE SAME. Prob Curia inverfique mores! HOR. GENIUS of Albion! whither art thou fled! With thund'ring voice, and heav'n-directed eyes, And mock th' oppreffor's rage, or fmite the tyrant dead! Oftretch again thy faving hand, Corruption triumphs in her spoil; Can fix the fordid, felfifh mind: II. Beyond the rough Atlantic tide, Nor e'er fhall fubtle fraud divide The gen'rous band. Oh! while the tempeft low'rs, Reflect our caufe is one-that Freedom's foes are ours! III. Peace to thy fhade, lamented King; For lo! fierce iffuing from their native north, The howling furies murd'rous ftorms fend forth; Glut the Gaul's proud revenge, and spread vile Slav'ry's night! |