TH THE ROSE. [COWPER.] H E rose had been wash'd, just wash'd in a show'r, Which Mary to Anna convey'd, The plentiful moisture encumber'd the flow'r, And weigh'd down its beautiful head. The cups were all fill'd, and the leaves were all wet, To weep for the buds it had left with regret I hastily seiz'd it, unfit as is was For a nosegay, so dripping and drown'd, And such I exclaim'd, is the pitiless part, This elegant rose, had I shaken it less, Might have bloom'd with its owner awhile, And the tear that is wip'd with a little address, May be follow'd perhaps by a smile, F SALLY IN OUR ALLEY. [HENRY CAREY.] Or all the girls that are so smart, She is the darling of my heart, Her father he makes cabbage-nets, Her mother she sells laces long, She is the darling of my heart, And she lives our in our alley. When she is by, I leave my work But, let him bang his belly full, Of all the days that's in the week, And that's the day that comes betwixt For then I'm dress'd all in my best, My master carries me to church, I leave the church in sermon time, She is the darling of my heart When Christmas comes about again, Oh then I shall have money; I'll hoard it up, and box it all, I'll give it to my honey: I would it were ten thousand pounds, She is the darling of my heart, My master and the neighbours all, But when my seven long years are out, Oh then we'll wed, and then we'll bed, But not in our alley. I [VANBRUGH.] SMILE at Love, and all his arts, Take heed, for Love has piercing darts, Once free, and bless'd, as you are now, Till urg'd too far-revenge, he cries! Which took its passage through your eyes, To tear it thence I tried in vain, Too well, alas! I fear you know, What anguish I endure, Since what your eyes alone could do, [H. CAREY.] I'LL range around the shady bow'rs, When in the sultry heat of day, And drain the stream that she may drink. |