SONNET. SWEET is Fame's pæan song, and choral note, «* Murmuring her fairy tunes in praise of flowers:" And, sweet th' Eolian harp's enamour'd string, When, by young Zephyr's balmy lip caress'd, It trills the listless lover's soul to rest: But, sweeter far than all such strains may bring From Dr. D- -'s Vacuna, 5th. vol, Dødsley's Coll. SONNET. On reading "Sickness," an Elegy by the late Mr. Headley; Editor of the Beauties of Ancient English Poetry. BY T. PARK, ESQ. CHILD of the classic muse! whose generous toil By weeds encumber'd or neglect o'ergrown: * A bard who lov'd thee living, weeps thee dead, And breathes his soul's warm incense o'er thy bier: For which, when death shall close his dulcet song, May requiems like his own, his kindred fame prolong! The Rev. W. L. Bowles, late of Trinity-College, Oxford, published an Elegiae poem on the death of Mr, Headley, SONNET. ON REVISITING -ALONE. THROUGH these dark groves no more the Zephyr creeps, The moon's meek ray illumes yon walls no more; But the wild blast, with boisterous fury, sweeps Through the half-leafless trees, and turrets hoar. Descending fast from many a gloomy cloud, Driven by the tempest's rage, the drenching rain Beats on the massy pile, whose summit proud In sullen grandeur frowns upon the plain. Ah, fast-expiring year! might I but close NOV. 1796. VOL. VI N D. SONNET. TO A FRIEND ON REVISITING ALONE, How changed the scene! since that remember'd night, And gave a sigh to those in dust low laid, grove; The withered foliage drives along the plain; Fast, from dark gathering clouds, descends the rain. Heedless of angry elements, I rove And sigh for thee my friend! thy presence dear, Would spread a magic charm around this landscape drear. NOV. 1796. R. D. SONNET. ADDRESSED TO A FRIEND, A. B. AND CANDIDATE FOR A FELLOWSHIP IN ONE OF THE UNIVERSITIES. THAT Hood, so late your wish, in monkish beauty Flows from your shoulders now, long, black, and furry. Were you but Fellow then!-Yet why this hurry? Before you stand, read this, and learn your duty. Learn, if untufted Wit, and Worth salute Sin ye, To frown importance, while they cap and sir ye; Teach them to rise, be sober and grow clever; Walk, ride, and dress; read sometimes; study-never. This will you swear? Enough: admit him Fellow. tt. |