His young ones were killed; for they could not depart, And their mother did die of a broken heart. The boughs from the trunk the Woodman did sever; And they floated it down on the course of the river. They sawed it in planks, and its bark they did strip, And with this tree and others they made a good ship. The ship, it was launched; but in sight of the land Such a storm there did rise as no ship could withstand. It bulged on a rock, and the waves rushed in fast: Round and round flew the Raven, and caw'd to the blast. He heard the last shriek of the perishing soulsSee! See! o'er the topmast the mad water rolls! Right glad was the Raven, and off he went fleet, And Death riding home on a cloud he did meet, And he thank'd him again and again for this treat : They had taken his all, and Revenge it was sweet! ABSENCE. A FAREWELL ODE, ON QUITTING SCHOOL FOR HERE graced with many a classic spoil WE Cam rolls his reverend stream along, I haste to urge the learned toil That sternly chides my love-lorn song: Illumed by Passion's orient rays, When Peace, and Cheerfulness, and Health Ah fair Delights! that o'er my soul Ah Flowers! which Joy from Eden stole The Sun who ne'er remits his fires On heedless eyes may pour the day; What though she leave the sky unblest FAREWELL parental scenes! a sad farewell! TO THE MUSE. THOUGH no bold flights to thee belong; And though thy lays, with conscious fear, Shrink from Judgment's eye severe, Yet much I thank thee, Spirit of my song! For, lovely Muse! thy sweet employ Exalts my soul, refines my breast, Gives each pure pleasure keener zest, And softens Sorrow into pensive Joy. From thee I learned the wish to bless, From thee to commune with my heart; From thee, dear Muse! the gayer part, To laugh with Pity at the crowds, that press Where Fashion flaunts her robes by Folly spun, Whose hues gay varying wanton in the sun. 1789. WITH FIELDING'S AMELIA. VIRTUES and Woes alike too great for man For vain the attempt to realize the plan, What every wife should be, what many are. In all but Sorrows shall Amelias be! ON RECEIVING AN ACCOUNT THAT HIS ONLY SISTER'S DEATH WAS INEVITABLE. THE HE tear which mourned a brother's fate scarce Pain after pain, and woe succeeding woe- O my sweet sister! and must thou too die? Scarce had I loved My woes, my joys unshared! Ah! long ere then On me, thy icy dart, stern Death, be proved;— Better to die, than live and not be loved! ON SEEING A YOUTH AFFECTIONATELY WELCOMED BY A SISTER. I TOO a sister had! too cruel death! How sad remembrance bids my bosom heavc! Tranquil her soul, as sleeping Infant's breath; Meek were her manners as a vernal Eve. Knowledge, that frequent lifts the bloated mind, For oh I mourn in anguish-and my heart PAIN. ONCE could the Morn's first beams, the healthful breeze, All nature charm, and gay was every hour :- Ere Tyrant Pain had chased away delight, Ere the wild pulse throbbed anguish through the night! LINES ON AN AUTUMNAL EVENING. THOU wild Fancy, check thy wing! No more explore! Nor there with happy spirits speed thy flight |