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To a Child of Quality
Five Years Old, 1704, the Author Then Forty.
Lest those bright eyes, that cannot read,
Forbid me yet my flame to tell;
Dear Five-years-old befriends my passion,
For, while she makes her silkworms beds
She may receive and Own my flame;
For, though the strictest prudes should know it,
Then too, alas! when she shall tear
The rhymes some younger rival sends, She'll give me leave to write, I fear, And we shall still continue friends.
In Merry For, as our different ages move,
'Tis so ordained (would Fate but mend it!), That I shall be past making love
When she begins to comprehend it.
(Thomas Campbell, the Poet.)
Come from my First, ay, come!
For the battle hour is nigh:
And the screaming trump and thundering drum
Are calling thee to die!
Fight, as thy father fought!
Fall, as thy father fell!
Thy task is taught, thy shroud is wrought;-
So onward-and farewell.
Toll ye my Second, toll!
Fling wide the flambeau's light,
And sing the hymn for a parted soul
Beneath the silent night.
With the wreath upon his head,
And the cross upon his breast,
Let the prayer be said, and the tear be shed;
So take him to his rest!
Call ye my Whole,―ay, call
The lord of lute and lay!
And let him greet the sable pall
Ay, call him by his name!
Nor fitter hand may crave
To light the flame of a soldier's fame
WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED.
I'm a strange contradiction; I'm new, and I'm
I'm often in tatters, and oft decked with gold.
Though blind, I enlighten; though loose, I am
I'm always in black, and I'm always in white;
I've more points than the compass, more stops
I sing without voice, without speaking confute.
In Merry I'm English, I'm German, I'm French, and I'm Mood
Some love me too fondly, some slight me too
I often die soon, though I sometimes lives ages,
We are little airy creatures,
All of different voice and features;
One of us you'll find in jet.
And the fourth a box within.
(The Letter H.)
'Twas whispered in Heaven, 'twas muttered in
And echo caught faintly the sound as it fell;
"Twill be found in the sphere when 'tis riven
Be seen in the lightning and heard in the thunder;
Without it the soldier and seaman may roam,
Nor e'er in the whirlwind of passion be drowned;
It will make it acutely and instantly hear.