ONAN'S name, my lay, rehearse, Sacred tribute of the bard, Verfe, the hero's fole reward. As the flame's devouring force ; K SONNET ON THE DEATH OF MR. RICHARD WEST. N vain to me the fmiling mornings fhine, And redd'ning Phoebus lifts his golden fire: The birds in vain their amorous defcant join; Or cheerful fields refume their green attire: These ears, alas! for other notes repine; And new-born pleasure brings to happier men: To warm their little loves the birds complain : I fruitless mourn to him that cannot hear, And weep the more, because I weep in vain. EPITAPH ON MRS. JANE CLERKE.' Ol where this filent marble weeps, A friend, a wife, a mother fleeps: A heart, within whofe facred cell Affection warm, and faith fincere, And foft humanity were there. In agony, in death resign'd,2 She felt the wound fhe left behind, Sits fmiling on a father's woe: Along the lonely vale of days? A figh; an unavailing tear; Till time shall every grief remove, With life, with memory, and with love. |