DRURY'S DIRGE.

By LAURA MATILDA.

You praise our sires: but though they wrote with force,
Their rhymes were vicious, and their diction coarse:
We want their strength, agreed; but we atone

For that and more, by sweetness all our own.

1.

BALMY Zephyrs lightly flitting,
Shade me with your azure wing;
On Parnassus' summit sitting,
Aid me, Clio, while I sing.

2.

Softly slept the dome of Drury,
O'er the empyreal crest,

When Alecto's sister-fury,

Softly slumb'ring sunk to rest.

GIFFORD.

3.

Lo! from Lemnos limping lamely,

Lags the lowly Lord of Fire, Cytherea yielding tamely,

To the Cyclops dark and dire.

4.

Clouds of amber, dreams of gladness, Dulcet joys and sports of youth, Soon must yield to haughty sadness, Mercy holds the veil to Truth.

5.

See Erostratus the second,

Fires again Diana's fane;

By the Fates from Orcus beckon❜d,
Clouds envelop Drury Lane.

6.

Lurid smoke and frank suspicion,
Hand in hand reluctant dance:

While the God fulfils his mission,
Chivalry resign thy lance.

7.

Hark! the engines blandly thunder,
Fleecy clouds dishevelled lie,

And the firemen, mute with wonder,
On the son of Saturn cry.

8.

See the bird of Ammon sailing,
Perches on the engine's peak,
And the Eagle firemen hailing,

Sooths them with its bickering beak.

9.

Juno saw, and mad with malice,
Lost the prize that Paris gave;
Jealousy's ensanguin'd chalice,
Mantling pours the orient wave.

10.

Pan beheld Patroclus dying,
Nox to Niobe was turn'd;
From Busiris Bacchus flying,
Saw his Semele inurn'd.

11.

Thus fell Drury's lofty glory,

Levell❜d with the shuddering stones;

Mars with tresses black and gory,

Drinks the dew of pearly groans.

12.'

Hark! what soft Eolian numbers,
Gem the blushes of the morn;
Break, Amphion, break your slumbers,
Nature's ringlets deck the thorn.

13.

Ha! I hear the strain erratic,

Dimly glance from pole to pole,

Raptures sweet and dreams ecstatic
Fire my everlasting soul.

14.

Where is Cupid's crimson motion ?

Billowy ecstacy of woe,

Bear me straight, meandering ocean,
Where the stagnant torrents flow.

Blood in every vein is gushing, Vixen vengeance lulls my heart, See, the Gorgon gang is rushing! Never, never let us part.