He spurn'd the charms that pleasure brings— "But once-I ne'er shall wipe away But knew not why he heeded not. I thought 'twas but a thought-he stirr'd; His lips responded not a word; Nor was it till I mov'd his head, I found, alas! that he was dead! "And now my parents both were gone, I felt myself forlorn-alone. I had not now a friend on earth, "At length I found a friend indeed, And so, 'midst sports and pleasures gay Though sweet, it could not ease my care. "She told me that the change of scene Would make my miseries less keen ; Or drive away the demon thought; Or bring the peace of mind I sought. And so I left her for a time, To wander in a foreign clime; 'Twas summer, at the close of day, The sun had shed its parting ray On earth; the ev'ning star was bright, Sweet harbinger of coming night; With tearful eye, and loit'ring pace, I left my humble dwelling-place, And bade adieu, for one long year, To her alone I deem'd sincere. My exile o'er, from foreign strand I sought again my native land; My peaceful home was soon in sight; But who can paint the true delight I felt--as then, in joy elate, I stood beside the cottage gate? But when the well-known menials came, I knew not why I did not see Nor why the face of each was sad, I thought would smile in welcome glad. Speechless, with quick and hurried tread, And there she lay, a blighted flow'r, "Then tell me to check the sigh, And nothing e'er will bring relief." FREDERICK DARLINGTON. TO CERTAIN BEAUTIES OF SARUM. "With grateful but desponding heart, To you, ye fair, whose witching charms I'll sing, alas! farewell again, And though that singing be in vain, For now, indeed, I must confess And own, the joys which others bless The blessings which we soon shall miss Believe me, we are wont to waste For present mercies, discontent And still we murmur, still lament, So now that I am leaving you, And thou, the first as fairest light The hand that trac'd this humble line, I go but I have nought to pray, But there is one I would address, But no! I dare not breathe the pray'r, For she would answer me "Despair," But peace with these reflections now, For I would smooth my ruffled brow- For though ye cannot be forgot, Though I must seek a distant spot, I'll hope for beauty there. Not that all coxcombs follies strike, That, smitten with his face and shape, T'other with learning crams the shelf, Knows books and all things but-himself. GAY. Of the various characters that engross our attention in our journey through life, there are perhaps few that are rendered so conspicuous on account of their absurdities as the Coxcomb. No one is more ridiculed, no one is more despised.. But there are different denominations of coxcombs. There are coxcombs in dress-coxcombs |