SONG.'

HYRSIS, when we parted, fwore

Ere the spring he would returnAh! what means yon violet flower!

And the bud that decks the thorn!

'Twas the lark that upward fprung! 'Twas the nightingale that fung!

Idle notes! untimely green!
Why this unavailing hafte?

Western gales and skies ferene

Speak not always winter past. Ceafe, my doubts, my fears to move, Spare the honour of my love.

IMPROMPTU,

SUGGESTED BY A VIEW, IN 1766, OF THE SEAT AND

RUINS OF A DECEASED NOBLEMAN, AT

KINGSGATE, KENT.1

LD, and abandon'd by each venal friend,

Here Hd form'd the pious resolution To smuggle a few years, and ftrive to mend A broken character and conftitution.

On this congenial spot he fix'd his choice;

Earl Goodwin trembled for his neighbouring fand; Here fea-gulls fcream, and cormorants rejoice,

And mariners, though fhipwreck'd, dread to land.

Here reign the bluftering North and blighting Eaft,

No tree is heard to whisper, bird to fing; Yet Nature could not furnish out the feast, Art he invokes new horrors ftill to bring.

Here mouldering fanes and battlements arise,
Turrets and arches nodding to their fall,
Unpeopled monaft'ries delude our eyes,
And mimic defolation covers all.

“Ah!” said the fighing peer, " had B-te been true, Nor 'M-'s, R-'s, B-'s friendship vain,

Far better scenes than these had bleft our view,
And realized the beauties which we feign:

Purged by the fword, and purified by fire,

Then had we seen proud London's hated walls;

Owls would have hooted in St. Peter's choir,

And foxes ftunk and litter'd in St. Paul's."