PHYLLIDA'S LETTER
(1708)
Yr Letter came ; before me laie
Ye Exercise with long Array
Of foreign Wordes, whose Verbs despise
Ye proper Tense, & wax in Size
As Nouns with Prepositions play.
Ye Grammar spread its dreary Sway
Till all Ye Worlde seeni'd old & gray,
& while I cursed Ye Exercise,
Yr Letter came.
& then—Ye book was cast away,
ror Skies were bright & Life was gay ;
I saw againe Yr laughing Eyes,
I heard Yr musical Replies—
It was a very pleasant Day
Yr Letter came.
Writ all her Afajisly's Roial
Collage of William 6" Mary.
" THE Blindness of Us The Exalted " in the/I/niters/ Lit
favorable comment. We take the following from the ye
the issue :
The wind grows calm, subdues its angry might ;
The sea subsides and slowly collies to rest ;
And " rosy-fingered dawn," a welcome guest,
Throws off her uncongenial robe of night.
The sun tears through its veil of fleeing mists
To gaze upon the ocean's broad expanse ;
It . seeks an object—that escapes its glance.
Nought save the Stormy Petrel here exists.
Some timbers rise and fall upon the sea,
Some spars and planks, a corpse or two—that's all
The sighing waters are a funeral pall ;
The waves croon low a dreary elegy.
PASTE-POT AND SHEARS
A A .4
AFTER THE STORM