Though nymphs forsake, and critics may deride, A man must serve his time to every trade The lover's solace and the author's Save censure - critics all are ready pride. made. ye strains of great Ode, epic, elegy, have at you all! Care not And And I poured along the town a flood of rhyme, A schoolboy freak, unworthy praise or blame; I printed older children do the same. 'Tis pleasant, sure, to see one's name in print; A book's a book, although there's nothing in't. for feeling pass your proper jest, stand a critic, hated, yet caressed. shall we own such judgment? No as soon Seek roses in December - ice in THOMAS CAMPBELL. SONG. To Love in my heart, I exclaimed, t'other morning, When an old man will have a young dearie. The god left my heart, at its surly reflections, But time's been so far from my wisdom enriching, Is to find fresh enchantment in magical faces. How weary is wisdom, how weary! When one sits by a smiling young dearie! And should she be wroth that my homage pursues her, I will turn and retort on my lovely aceuser; Who's to blame, that my heart by your image is haunted? TO A YOUNG LADY, WHO ASKED ME TO WRITE SOMETHING ORIGINAL FOR HER ALBUM AN original something, fair maid, you would win me For I fear I have nothing original in me— GEORGE CANNING. THE UNIVERSITY OF GOTTINGEN. | This faded form! n pallid hue! WHENE'ER with haggard eyes I view This dungeon that I'm rotting in, niversity of Gottingen, Sweet kerchief, checked with heaven- Which once my love sat knotting in — Alas, Matilda then was true! At least I thought so at the U niversity of Gottingen, Barbs! barbs! alas! how swift you flew, Her neat post-wagon trotting in! Ye bore Matilda from my view; Forlorn I languished at the University of Gottingen, niversity of Gottingen. This blood my veins is clotting in! My years are many- they were few niversity of Gottingen, There first for thee my passion grew, Sweet, sweet Matilda Pottingen! Thou wast the daughter of my tutor, law professor at the U niversity of Gottingen, niversity of Gottingen. Sun, moon, and thou, vain world, adieu, That kings and priests are plotting in; Here doomed to starve on water gruel, never shall I see the U niversity of Gottingen. niversity of Gottingen, WILL CARLETON. THE NEW-YEAR'S BABY. "Th'art welcome, litle bonnie bird, But shouldn't ha' come just when tha' did. Teimes are bad.” — Old English Ballad. HOOT, ye little rascal! ye come it on me this way Crowdin' yerself amongst us this blusterin' winter's day An' tryin' to make yerself out a New-Year's present o' heaven! Ten of ye have we now, sir, for this world to abuse, An' Bobbie he have no waistcoat; and Nellie she have no shoes; An' now ye have come, ye rascal! so healthy an' fat an' sound, No, no, don't cry, my baby; hush up, my pretty one. Why, boy! did ye take me in earnest? Come, sit upon my knee. Ye shall have all yer brothers an' sisters with ye to play; An' ye shall have yer carriage, an' ride out every day. Why, boy, do ye think ye'll suffer? I'm gettin' a trifle old, But it'll be many years yet before I lose my hold; An' if I should fall on the road, boy, still them's yer brothers there, An' not a rogue of 'em ever would see ye harmed a hair. Say, when ye come from heaven, my little namesake dear, Did ye see, mongst the little girls there, a face like this one here? That was yer little sister; she died a year ago. An' all of us cried like babies when they laid her under the snow. Hang it! if all the rich men I ever see or knew Came here with all their traps, boy, an' offered 'em for you, Dear Rain! if I've been cold and We have so much to talk about, Quoth Mrs. Gilpin - "That's well said; And for that wine is dear, John Gilpin kissed his loving wife, The morning came, the chaise was brought, But yet was not allowed To drive up to the door, lest all So three doors off the chaise was stayed, Where they did all get in; Six precious souls, and all agog To dash through thick and thin. Smack went the whip, round went the wheels, Were never folks so glad, John Gilpin at his horse's side |