A Vulcan-very lame, A Dian stuck about with stars, With my right hand I murder'd Mars (One Williams did the same.) VII. But tired of this dry work at last, And gave my brush a drink! VIII. Oh then, what black Mont Blancs arose, In spite of what the bard has penn'd, IX. Not Radclyffe's brush did e'er design The Chinese cake dispers'd a ray X. Yet urchin pride sustain'd me still, Had any finger in't!" ΧΙ. But colours came !-like morning light, XIL And wash'd by my cosmetic brush, (Not Goldsmith's Auburn)-nut-brown hair, XIII. Her lips were of vermilion hue; Love in her eyes, and Prussian blue, Set all my heart in flame! A young Pygmalion, I ador'd The maids I made-but time was stor'd XIV. Perspective dawn'd—and soon I saw And "keeping" all unkept! For love and fond imaginings; But horrors to be wept ! XV. Ah! why did knowledge ope my eyes? It only serves to hint, What grave defects and wants are mine; In nature no Dewint! XVI. Thrice happy time !-Art's early days! When great Rembrandt but little scem'd, As nothing to the young! ODE TO M. BRUNEL. "Well said, old Mole! canst work i the dark so fast? a worthy pioneer!" WELL!Monsieur Brunel, How prospers now thy mighty undertaking, Never be stopping, HAMLET. But poking, groping, in the dark keep making And without sculls to diddle London Bridge! In short it was thy aim, right north and south, I And with a mighty stormy kind of roar, Reproachful of thy wrong, Burst out in that old song Of Incledon's, beginning "Cease, rude Bore”— Just when one seems the most successful, In difficulties most distressful! Other great speculations have been nursed, When it began to liquidate itself! But now Dame Fortune has her false face hidden, Bed-ridden ! Why, when thus Thames-bed-bother'd-why repine! Do try a spare bed at the Serpentine ! Yet let none think thee daz'd, or craz'd, or stupid; And sunk beneath thy own and Thames's craft; Let them not style thee some Mechanic Cupid Stick up a sign—the sign of the Bore's Head; ANACREONTIC. FOR THE NEW YEAR. COME, fill up the Bowl, for if ever the glass |