Ye who for health, for exercise, for air, Oft saunter from Edina's smoke-capt spires, And, by the grassy hill or dimpl'd brook, An appetite revive, should oft-times stray O'er Arthur's-seat's green pastures, to the town For sheep-heads and bone-bridges fam'd of yore, That in our country's annals stands yclept To Leithian shore, and breathe the keener air Ply not your joints upon the homeward track, Now, while stern Winter holds his frigid And to a period spins the closing year; Kill the remembrance of our weaning time, Shall cloyed appetite, forerunner sad Of rank disease, invet'rate clasp your frame. Contentment shall no more be known to spread Her cherub wings round thy once happy dwelling, But misery of thought, and racking pain, Shall plunge you headlong to the dark abyss. TEA. A Poem. YE maidens modest! on whose sullen brows To dwell in murmurs o'er your sleepy sense; Celestial Tea!-A fountain that can cure To her, ye fair, in adoration bow! Whether at blushing morn, or dewy eve; Her smoaking cordials greet your fragrant board, With Shushong, Congo, or crown'd. coarse Bohea At midnight skies, ye Mantua-makers, hail And, with their sailing streamers, catch the eye With all the innocence of beauty blest. Could Slander o'er that tongue its pow'r retain Whose breath is music? Ah, fallacious thought! The surface is Ambrosia's mingl'd sweets; But all below is death. At tea-board met, Attend their prattling tongues-they scoffthey rail Unbounded; but their darts are chiefly aim'd At some gay Fair, whose beauties far eclipse Her dim beholders--who, with haggard eyes, Would blight those charms where raptures long have dwelt In extacy, delighted and suffic'd. In vain hath Beauty, with her varied robe, Bestow'd her glowing blushes o'er her cheeks, And call'd attendant Graces to her aid, To blend the scarlet and the lilly fair. In vain did Venus in her fav'rite mould Adapt the slender form to Cupid's choiceWhen slender comes, her blasts too fatal prove; Pale are those cheeks where youth and beauty glow'd, Where smiles, where freshness, and where roses grew: Ghastly and wan their Gorgon picture comes, With deeper canker, deeper poison teems. O GOLD! thy luring lustre first prevail'd On MAN to tempt the fretful winds and waves, And hunt new fancies. Still thy glaring form |