་་་་་་ FASHION.. Britons! beware of Fashion's luring wiles: On either hand, chief guardians of her power, Folly and dull Effeminacy reign; Whose blackest magic and unhallow'd spells Tremble, O Albion! for the voice of Fate Unheeded, have approach'd thy mortal frame! To root out rank disease, which soon must spread,, Fashion's proud minions from our sea-girt isle.. A BURLESQUE ELEGY, ON THE AMPUTATION OF A STUDENT'S HAIR, BEFORE HIS ORDERS. O SAD catastrophe! O event dire! How shall the loss, the heavy loss be borne?· Or how the Muse attune the plaintive lyre, To sing of Strephon with his ringlets shorn? Say ye, who can divine the mighty cause, Why such oppressive and such rigid laws Are still attendant on religious things? Alas! poor Strephon, to the stern decree yield? ་་་་་ ་་་་་ ON THE AMPUTATION OF A STUDENT'S HAIR. & Soon shall your caput, like the blasted tree, Now let the solemn sounds of mourning swell, And wake sad echoes to prolong the lay, For hark! methinks I hear the tragic knell ; This hour bespeaks the barber on his way. O razor! yet thy poignant edge suspend; O yet indulge me with a short delay; Till I once more pourtray my youthful friend, Ere his proud-locks are scatter'd on the clay. Ere the huge wig, in formal curls array'd, To banish lustre from the sacred place. Mourn, O ye zephyrs! for, alas! no more His waving ringlets shall your call obey! ON THE AMPUTATION OF A STUDENT'S HAIR. For, ah! the stubborn wig must now be wore, Since Strephon's locks are scatter'd on the clay. Amanda, too, in bitter anguish sighs, And grieves the metamorphosis to see; Mourn not, Amanda, for the hair that lies Dead on the ground shall be reviv'd for thee. Some skilful artist of a French frizeur, With graceful ringlets shall thy temples bind, And cull the precious relics from the floor, Which yet may flutter in the wanton wind. WRITTEN AT THE HERMITAGE OF BRAID, NEAR EDINBURGH. WOULD you relish a rural retreat, Or the pleasure the groves can inspire, The city's allurements forget, To this spot of enchantment retire. Where a valley, and crystalline brook, Give Nature a fanciful look, The beautiful woodlands among. Behold the umbrageous trees A covert of verdure have spread, Where shepherds may loll at their ease, And pipe to the musical shade. |