Gentle his manners, not scornful, nor rude, i Lines, ADDRESSED TO THE REV. R. N. F On his Verses entitled "The Wild Rose." 1 Of little worth is praise to thee, From one so humble, yet I'm free To judge a Poet's song; And pleas'd with fancy, and with grace Nor do thy stanzas wrong. 2 I have no sordid mean desire To court no favour 1 aspire; "Man delights not me:" 'Tis mine to judge thy verse alone, And wast thou friendless and forlorn, Two'd have like eulogy. 3 With native truth, and colouring chaste, I avow thy Wild Rose'grac'd Poetic imagery: And had I but a gayer heart, Thy verse would presently impart All its best pleasantry. The Dragon Dame, AND THE HAMMER DAME, A TALE. 1 I SING not ancient chivalry, 2 The Dragon Dame, for that's the name Her tongue so bold, as I am told, 3 But as sage Shakspeare makes appear, Two suns can't shine in hemisphere, So by this tale you'll see : Two Dames of prowess like in tongue, That could outring, the bells that rung, Could never well agree. 4 Another dame there liv'd hard by, 'Twas so decreed by destiny Of right val'rous name; 5 It chanc'd one day, as I heard say, When she was very cross; The Hammer Dame who made no stop, Nor even did a curtsey drop, But both their heads did toss. |