3 The blackbird has fled to another retreat, Where the hazels afford him a screen from the heat, And the scene where his melody charm'd me before Resounds with his sweet-flowing ditty no more. 4 My fugitive years are all hasting away, And I must ere long lie as lowly as they, With a turf on my breast, and a stone at my head, Ere another such grove shall arise in its stead. 5 "Tis a sight to engage me, if anything can, LILIUM ATQUE ROSA. 1 HEU inimicitias quoties parit æmula forma, 2 Hortus ubi dulces præbet tacitosque recessus. Se rapit in partes gens animosa duas ; Hic sibi regales Amaryllis candida cultus, purpureo vindicat ore Rosa. Illic 'Cowper afterwards altered this last stanza in the following manner : The change both my heart and my fancy employs; I reflect on the frailty of man, and his joys: 3 Ira Rosam et meritis quæsita superbia tangunt, 4 Altior emicat illa, et celso vertice nutat, Ceu flores inter non habitura parem, Fastiditque alios, et nata videtur in usus Imperii, sceptrum, Flora quod ipsa gerat. 5 Nec Dea non sensit civilis murmura rixæ, 6 Et tibi forma datur procerior omnibus, inquit, 7 His ubi sedatus furor est, petit utraque nympham, Qualem inter Veneres Anglia sola parit ; Hanc penes imperium est, nihil optant amplius, hujus Regnant in nitidis, et sine lite, genis. THE LILY AND THE ROSE. 1 THE Nymph must lose her female friend, But where will fierce contention end, 2 Within the garden's peaceful scene 3 The Rose soon redden'd into rage, 4 The Lily's height bespoke command, She seem'd design'd for Flora's hand, 5 This civil bickering and debate 6 Yours is, she said, the nobler hue, 7 Thus soothed and reconciled, each seeks The fairest British fair; The seat of empire is her cheeks, IN SUBMERSIONEM NAVIGII, CUI GEORGIUS REGALE NOMEN INDITUM. 1 PLANGIMUS fortes. Periêre fortes, 2 Navis, innitens lateri, jacebat, 3 Plangimus fortes. Nimis, heu, caducam Nec sinunt ultrà tibi nos recentes 4 Magne, qui nomen, licèt incanorum, 5 Non hyems illos furibunda mersit, 6 Navitæ sed tum nimium jocosi 7 Vos, quibus cordi est grave opus piumque, 8 Hi quidem (sic Dîs placuit) fuêre: ON THE LOSS OF THE ROYAL GEORGE. WRITTEN WHEN THE NEWS ARRIVED. To the March in Scipio. 1 TOLL for the brave, The brave that are no more! 2 Eight hundred of the brave, And laid her on her side. 3 A land-breeze shook the shrouds, Down went the Royal George, 4 Toll for the brave! Brave Kempenfelt is gone; |