CONTENTS. 186 SKETCH of the Life of William Cowper, Esq. Tirocinium ; or, a Review of Schools, The Yearly Distress, or Tithing Time at Stock, in Essex, - Lines addressed to Dr. Darwin, On Mrs. Montagu's Feather Hangings Verses supposed to be written by Alexander Selkirk, On the Promotion of Edward Thurlow, Esq. 341 Human Frailty, 343 On observing some names of little note recorded in the Biographia 344 Report of an adjudged case, not to be found in any of the books, 245 On the burning of Lord Mansfield's library, The love of the world reproved, Oy; the death of Lady Throck morton's Bulfinch, 3418 Another, addressed to a young lady, airing Time anticipated. A fable, Poet, the Oyster, and the Sensitive Plant, 359 inter Nosegay, 352 forbearance nansanry to the happiness of the marrier' state, 364 354 The Nighungale and Glow Worms, On a Goldfinch starved to death is has caze, A reflection on the foregoing oder Translation of Prior's Chloe and Eupbelia, Epistle to an afflicted Protestant lady in France, Catharina, On the receipt of my mother's picture oui of Norfolk, Friendship, Hymn for the use of the Sunday Sablat Olney, Stanzas subjoined to a bill oi mortality for the year 1787, Stanzas on the first publication of Sir Charles Grandison, Address to Miss — on reading the Prayer for Incifference To the Rev. Mr. Newton, on his return from Ramsgate, Poetical epistle to Lady Austen, Song, written at the request of Lady Austen, Verses from a poem eniiled Valediction, Epitaph on Johnson, On the late indecent liberties taken with the remains of Milan, Epitaph on Mrs. M. Higgins, of Weston, To the Nightingale, On receiving Hayley's picture, On a plant of Virgini's-bower, On a Spaniel, called Beau, killing a bird, Translations from Vincent Bourne. IX. Sparrows self-domesticated, XI. Invitation to the Red-breast, XIII. Ode on the death of a Lady XVIII. The Tears of a Painter, XX. No Sorrow peculiar to the Sufferer, Inscription on a grove of Oaks, Memorial for Ashley Cowper, Esq. THE POEMS он WILLIAM COWPER, ESQ, O" THE WXNER TEMPLE. TABLE TAL K. Bi te fortè meæ gravis uret sarcina charte, Hor. Lib. I. Epist. 13, A. YOU told me, I remember, glory, built On selfish principles, is shame and guilt; The deeds that men admire as half divine, Stark naught, because corrupt in their design. Strange doctrine this! that without scruple tears The laurel, that the very lightning spares; Brings down the warrior's trophy to the dust, And eats into his bloody sword like rust. B. I grant that, men continuing what they are, Fierce, avaricious, proud, there must be war; And never meant the rule should be applied To him that fights with justice on his side. Let laurels, drenched in pure Parnassian dews Reward his memory, dear to every muse, Who, with a courage of unshaken root, In Honour's field advancing his firm foot, Plants it upon the line that Justice draws, And will prevail or perish in her cause. "Tis to the virtues of such men, man owes His portion in the good that heaven bestows. And when recording History displays Feats of renown, though wrought in ancient days, Tells of a few stout hearts, that fought and died, Where duty placed them at their country's side ; The man, that is not moved with what he reads, But let eternal infamy pursue A. "Tis your belief the world was made for rnan; Kings do but reason on the self-same plan : Maintaining yours, you cannot theirs condemn, Who think, or seem to think, man made for them. B. Seldom, alas ! the power of logic reigns |