Poems
'My bosom is chill'd with the cold,
My limbs their lost vigour deplore!
Alas! to the lonely and old,
Hope warbles her promise no more!
'Worn out with the length of my way,
I must rest me awhile on the beach,
To feel the salt dash of the spray,
If haply so far it may reach.
'As the white-foaming billows arise,
I reflect on the days that are past,
When the pride of my strength could despise
The keen-driving force of the blast.
Matilda Betham
POEMS
1808.
ADVERTISEMENT.
CONTENTS.
POEMS.
ON FIRST READING THE MYSTERIES OF UDOLPHO.
THE DAY AFTER IT HAD BEEN GIVEN BY MISS PONSONBY.
OCCASIONED BY THE DEATH OF FRIENDS.
July 15, 1803.
July 29th, 1803.
SONGS.
SET TO MUSIC BY MR. VOIGHT.
SET TO MUSIC BY MR. WALSH.
WRITTEN EARLIER.
SET TO MUSIC BY MR. A. PETTIT, OF NORWICH.
ON THE DEPARTURE OF HIS WIFE FROM CALCUTTA.
WHO DIED JAN. 21, 1800.
NOW THE RIGHT HON. LADY ST. JOHN.
WHICH SEPARATES ITSELF FROM THE DEE, AT BEDKELLERT.
DISTANCE FROM THE PLACE OF OUR NATIVITY.
August 2, 1798.
1797.
FINIS.