With jocund glee beguile the night away;
The crowds retire when Sunday hours advance,
“And eat, in dreams, the custard of the day.”
From The New Foundling Hospital for Wit.
Vol. V. London, 1786.
Elegy.
Written at the Hotwells, Bristol, July, 1789.
By the Rev. W. L. Bowles. Published by Cadell and Davies, Strand, London. It commences as follows:—
The morning wakes in shadowy mantle grey,
The darksome woods their glimmering skirts unfold,
Prone from the cliff the falcon whirls her way,