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TO THE IMMORTAL MEMORY OF THE

HALIBUT,

ON WHICH I DINED THIS DAY, MONDAY, APRIL 26, 1784.

Where hast thou floated, in what seas pursued
Thy pastime? when wast thou an egg new spawn'd,
Lost in the immensity of ocean's waste ?
Roar as they might, the overbearing winds
That rock'd the deep, thy cradle, thou wast safe-
And in thy minikin and embryo state,
Attach'd to the firm leaf of some salt weed,
Didst outlive tempests, such as wrung and rack'd
The joints of many a stout and gallant bark,
And whelm'd them in the unexplored abyss.
Indebted to no magnet and no chart,
Nor under guidance of the polar fire,
Thou wast a voyager on many coasts,
Grazing at large in meadows submarine,
Where flat Batavia, just emerging, peeps
Above the brine-where Caledonia's rocks
Beat back the surge--and where Hibernia shoots
Her wondrous causeway far into the main. '

-Wherever thou hast fed, thou little thought'st,
And I not more, that I should feed on thee.
Peace, therefore, and good health, and much good

fish, To him who sent thee! and success, as oft As it descends into the billowy gulf,

To the same drag that caught thee !—Fare thee well!
Thy lot thy brethren of the slimy fin
Would envy, could they know that thou wast doom'd
To feed a bard, and to be praised in verse.

INSCRIPTION FOR A STONE ERECTED

AT THE SOWING OF A GROVE OF OAKS AT CHILLINGTON,

THE SEAT OF T. GIFFARD, ESQ. 1790.

OTHER stones the era tell
When some feeble mortal fell ;
I stand here to date the birth
Of these hardy sons of earth.

Which shall longest brave the sky,
Storm and frost-these oaks or I ?
Pass an age or two away,
I must moulder and decay,
But the years that crumble me
Shall invigorate the tree,
Spread its branch, dilate its size,
Lift its summit to the skies.

Cherish honour, virtue, truth,
So shalt thou prolong thy youth.
Wanting these, however fast
Man be fix'd and form'd to last,
He is lifeless even now,
Stone at heart, and cannot grow.

June, 1790.

ANOTHER,

For a stone erected on a similar occasion at the same place

in the following year.

READER! behold a monument

That asks no sigh or tear,
Though it perpetuate the event

Of a great burial here.
June, 1790.

Anno 1791.

TO MRS. KING,

On her kind present to the author, a patchwork counterpane

of her own making.

The bard, if e'er he feel at all,
Must sure be quicken'd by a call

Both on his heart and head,
To pay with tuneful thanks the care
And kindness of a lady fair,

Who deigns to deck his bed.

A bed like this, in ancient time,
On Ida's barren top sublime,

(As Homer's epic shows)
Composed of sweetest vernal flowers,
Without the aid of sun or showers,

For Jove and Juno rose.

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Less beautiful, however gay,
Is that which in the scorching day

Receives the weary swain,
Who, laying his long sithe aside,
Sleeps on some bank with daisies pied,

Till roused to toil again.

What labours of the loom I see!
Looms numberless have groan'd for me!
Should
every

maiden come
To scramble for the patch that bears
The impress of the robe she wears,

The bell would toll for some.

And oh, what havoc would ensue !
This bright display of every hue

All in a moment fled !
As if a storm should strip the bowers
Of all their tendrils, leaves, and flowers

Each pocketing a shred.

Thanks then to every gentle fair
Who will not come to peck me bare

As bird of borrow'd feather,
And thanks to one above them all,
The gentle fair of Pertenhall,

Who put the whole together. August, 1790,

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George ever drew from her.
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But other magic there, she knew,
Had been exerted none,

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Save love of George alone.
That cordial thought her spirit cheer'd,

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Not else unworthy to be fear'd,

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The sea-maid rides the waves,
And fearless of the billowy scene

Her peaceful bosom laves. With more than astronomic eyes

She view'd the sparkling show; One Georgian star adorns the skies,

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