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Article ODE TO ELOQUENCE; ← Page 2 of 2 Article LINES ADDRESSED TO Mrs. BISHOP, Page 1 of 1 Article A SONG, Page 1 of 1 Article ON IDLENESS. Page 1 of 2 →
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Ode To Eloquence;
B RITAIN ! for thee each emulous Muse h : 'S ' " un ught [ Renown : Some votive Wreath , seme trophy of Some meed of Excellence , Sons ot thine have caught , [ crown ; Where ' er Exertion strove for Merit ' s Where then moreap' . ly can the Power divine . [ shine , Of Classic Speech with genuine vigour
Than where the Virtues live , whose genial fire [ like thine inspire ! Could Rights like thine assert , and Laws Mcthinks I see a l . tqd ef Patriots rise Sublime in native Eloquence ! around Th ' astonish'd nations fix their eager eyes ; And wonder , while they tremble at the sound .
Thev learn what labours fill the Hero's life , What stedfast dignity , what generous strife What elfor : s best adorn him , and improve , Justice , and bold Emprize , Benignity , and Love ! Rival of deeds in annals old , By GREEK and ROMAN Genius told , " 0 justify another claim !
AVifh all their splendid praise in view , Preserve their manly Eloquence too , -. To grace thy more illustrious name ! The long records ( if BRITISH Glory swell Wi'hWorth , v .-hich only BRITISH tongues can tell !
Lines Addressed To Mrs. Bishop,
LINES ADDRESSED TO Mrs . BISHOP ,
ON THE ANNIVERSARY OF HEP . WEDDINGDAY . BY THE SAME . ' THEE , Mary , with this Ring I wed' — So , fourteen years ago I said . — Behold another Ring!— ' for what ?' ' To wed thee o'er again ?'— -Why not ? With that first Ring I married ' Youth
, Grace , Beautv , Innocence , and Truth ; Taste long admir'd , Sense long rever'd , And all my MOLLY then appe . ir'd . If she , by Merit since disclos'd , Prove twice the woman I suppos'd , I plead that double merit now , To justify a double vow . Here then to-day ( with faith as sure
, , With ardour a = ; intense , as pure , As when , amidst the rites divine , I took thy troth , and plighted mine , ) To thee , sweit Girl , my second Ring A token and . a pledge i bring : With this I wed , till death us part , Thy riper virtues to my heart ; Those virtues , which , before untrv'd , The wife '
has added to the Bride : Those virtues , whose progressive claim , Endearing wedlock ' s very name , My soul enjoys , mv song approves , For Conscience sake , as well as Love ' s . And why ?—Thev shew me every hour , Honour's high thought , Affection's power , Discretjon ' sdeed . sound Judgment's sentence , And teach me all tilings , but Repentance . '
A Song,
A SONG ,
' Sawye na Jenny wi her soft hhte Ee . ' SAW ye : ia Jsnny wi' her saft blueeo . Saw ye na Jenny coming o ' er the lea .- ' . Her breasts were like the morn o' May , Her smiles were like the Sammer ' s-day , That blinks sat-blithe on me . Wi . 'hersaftbiueee , wi'ht-r blithe blueee ,
Saw ye na Jenny coming o ' er the lea ? Ye little ken a lover ' s heart , Ye little ken a luver ' s part , To fooksaecauld on inc . Yes , I saw Jenny coming o'er- the lea , And Jenny she look'd blithe , and suiil'd on rue . I canna think that she is fattse , did
I never yet gi ' e her cause , I'm sure it canna be . Wi'hersaftbiueee , wi'herblitheblueee . Yes , * met Jenny coming o'er the lea ; ' B tit Jenny owns me for her loo , And Jenny never spak wi' you , Acomihg o ' er the lea . Yes , 1 met Jenny coming o ' er theiea , And she sat ' aud '
lang laugh'd , aud st . y'd wi'me . To me hon * . clear the bums do flo . tr , To me how sweet the gowans blow , Whan Jenny is wi' me . Ye met na Jenny , wi' h ' ur saft blue e ' e , ' Ye met na Jenny coming o ' erthe lea ; How drumly do theburnies flow , How faded do the gowans grow , Whan Jenny's na wi' me .
-. Aff fell her hat , and her hair fell doon , Alt fell the plaid that cour'd her goon : The roses blusli'd upon her cheek . Her een express'd what she wad speak , Show'd weelhowshe ioo'd me . Ciasp'd in his arms , press'd to ' his heart . How cou d ye let a luver ' s heart smart i ¦ I did it for I ken na what . . . I did it fur to try thv heart . A heart that aye " Ioo'd me .
On Idleness.
ON IDLENESS .
BY THE SAME . O" ' me , what tree that man mttst In life who halh no aim ; [ know His mind's a hell , within himsell , And nought dwells there but blame . Tho' busy life be nought but strife ,
Its votaries are blest ; But woe the man , without apian ; For he ' s supremely ! , urst . All cheerless , and fearless , He waits the coming day ; Yet smileless and joyless , lie wishes it away .
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Ode To Eloquence;
B RITAIN ! for thee each emulous Muse h : 'S ' " un ught [ Renown : Some votive Wreath , seme trophy of Some meed of Excellence , Sons ot thine have caught , [ crown ; Where ' er Exertion strove for Merit ' s Where then moreap' . ly can the Power divine . [ shine , Of Classic Speech with genuine vigour
Than where the Virtues live , whose genial fire [ like thine inspire ! Could Rights like thine assert , and Laws Mcthinks I see a l . tqd ef Patriots rise Sublime in native Eloquence ! around Th ' astonish'd nations fix their eager eyes ; And wonder , while they tremble at the sound .
Thev learn what labours fill the Hero's life , What stedfast dignity , what generous strife What elfor : s best adorn him , and improve , Justice , and bold Emprize , Benignity , and Love ! Rival of deeds in annals old , By GREEK and ROMAN Genius told , " 0 justify another claim !
AVifh all their splendid praise in view , Preserve their manly Eloquence too , -. To grace thy more illustrious name ! The long records ( if BRITISH Glory swell Wi'hWorth , v .-hich only BRITISH tongues can tell !
Lines Addressed To Mrs. Bishop,
LINES ADDRESSED TO Mrs . BISHOP ,
ON THE ANNIVERSARY OF HEP . WEDDINGDAY . BY THE SAME . ' THEE , Mary , with this Ring I wed' — So , fourteen years ago I said . — Behold another Ring!— ' for what ?' ' To wed thee o'er again ?'— -Why not ? With that first Ring I married ' Youth
, Grace , Beautv , Innocence , and Truth ; Taste long admir'd , Sense long rever'd , And all my MOLLY then appe . ir'd . If she , by Merit since disclos'd , Prove twice the woman I suppos'd , I plead that double merit now , To justify a double vow . Here then to-day ( with faith as sure
, , With ardour a = ; intense , as pure , As when , amidst the rites divine , I took thy troth , and plighted mine , ) To thee , sweit Girl , my second Ring A token and . a pledge i bring : With this I wed , till death us part , Thy riper virtues to my heart ; Those virtues , which , before untrv'd , The wife '
has added to the Bride : Those virtues , whose progressive claim , Endearing wedlock ' s very name , My soul enjoys , mv song approves , For Conscience sake , as well as Love ' s . And why ?—Thev shew me every hour , Honour's high thought , Affection's power , Discretjon ' sdeed . sound Judgment's sentence , And teach me all tilings , but Repentance . '
A Song,
A SONG ,
' Sawye na Jenny wi her soft hhte Ee . ' SAW ye : ia Jsnny wi' her saft blueeo . Saw ye na Jenny coming o ' er the lea .- ' . Her breasts were like the morn o' May , Her smiles were like the Sammer ' s-day , That blinks sat-blithe on me . Wi . 'hersaftbiueee , wi'ht-r blithe blueee ,
Saw ye na Jenny coming o ' er the lea ? Ye little ken a lover ' s heart , Ye little ken a luver ' s part , To fooksaecauld on inc . Yes , I saw Jenny coming o'er- the lea , And Jenny she look'd blithe , and suiil'd on rue . I canna think that she is fattse , did
I never yet gi ' e her cause , I'm sure it canna be . Wi'hersaftbiueee , wi'herblitheblueee . Yes , * met Jenny coming o'er the lea ; ' B tit Jenny owns me for her loo , And Jenny never spak wi' you , Acomihg o ' er the lea . Yes , 1 met Jenny coming o ' er theiea , And she sat ' aud '
lang laugh'd , aud st . y'd wi'me . To me hon * . clear the bums do flo . tr , To me how sweet the gowans blow , Whan Jenny is wi' me . Ye met na Jenny , wi' h ' ur saft blue e ' e , ' Ye met na Jenny coming o ' erthe lea ; How drumly do theburnies flow , How faded do the gowans grow , Whan Jenny's na wi' me .
-. Aff fell her hat , and her hair fell doon , Alt fell the plaid that cour'd her goon : The roses blusli'd upon her cheek . Her een express'd what she wad speak , Show'd weelhowshe ioo'd me . Ciasp'd in his arms , press'd to ' his heart . How cou d ye let a luver ' s heart smart i ¦ I did it for I ken na what . . . I did it fur to try thv heart . A heart that aye " Ioo'd me .
On Idleness.
ON IDLENESS .
BY THE SAME . O" ' me , what tree that man mttst In life who halh no aim ; [ know His mind's a hell , within himsell , And nought dwells there but blame . Tho' busy life be nought but strife ,
Its votaries are blest ; But woe the man , without apian ; For he ' s supremely ! , urst . All cheerless , and fearless , He waits the coming day ; Yet smileless and joyless , lie wishes it away .