Nature, though the rose's bloom
O'er my cheek she has not spread,
Yet its fresh and sweet perfume

On my lips has kindly shed,
That my fragrant kiss may prove
Welcome to the fair I love!

TO THE MISS N-'s AND MISS L'S.

STILL may your friendship with your years

increase,

In all the changes of this life unbroken ; And joy, and bliss, and happiness, and peace Gladden each heart that's true to friendship's

token.

FRAGMENT.

DID I enjoy the muses' gift

↑ Of inspiration, such as Swift

O

Was filled with, when he sang of Stella,

F'd celebrate the brighter charms

(Although they bless another's arms) And sing of lovely ISABELLA !

ODE.

THY pure and patriotic fire,
Illustrious WINDHAM, I admire !
(Sarcastic folks may scoff;)
Thy gentler virtues, too, I'd praise,
Displayed in sympathetic phrase,
Of" Englishmen killed off !”

Our puny, pigmy constitution
Turns giant in thy elocution,

And fills John Bull with awe!

Till, trembling at each trope and figure He loses strength of mind, at-vigour Beyond the British law!

COBBETT'S the only man to match you, For whom you wished a golden statue; Oh, were you both in power,

What wars, what politics we'd know,

What seas of blood and ink would flow, From that auspicious hour!