There is a college joy, to scholars known,
When the first honours are proclaim'd theii own j
There is ambition's joy, when in their race
A man surpassing rivals gains his place;
There is a beauty's joy, amid a crowd
To have that beauty her first fame allow'd;
And there's the conqucror^jDypwhen dubious held
And long the fight, he sees the foe repell'd :—
But what are these, or what are other joys,
Thatcharm kings, conquerors, beauteous nymphs, and boys,
Or greater yet, if greater yet be found,
To that delight when Love's dear hope is crown'd ?
To the first beating of a lover's heart,
When the lovid maid endeavours to impart,
Frankly, yet faintly, fondly yet in fear,
The kind confession that he holds so dear !
Crabbe.
AN EXTRAVAGANZA BY MRS. THICHNESSE, ADDRESSED TO THE BEAUTIFUL LADY COVENTRY:
Se tutti gli alberi del mondo
Fossero penne, II cielo fosse carta
II mare inchiostro, Non basterenno a descrivere La minima parte della vostra perfezione.
