'Tis 'Tis yours, I know, to grant the sacred lyre ; 'Tis well-your just, your sacred reign's begun; This produced A THIRD PARODY. WHAT! bid a Woman Fame's fair wreath divide? No rival he had suffer'd at their shrine. Were those who abdicate, since time begun, Respected or content? No-scarcely one ↑. Music and Poetry. Richard Cromwell an exception. You You help'd to crown this all-despotic Maid: To keep the diadem, and not to share. Edward could wear what Warwick could bestow.- These effusions were followed by others, in which the fair Writer displayed at once her gaiety of heart and imagination. The GLEANER continued his remonstrance, and contended the wreath might be divided without rivalry. She then, to use her own words, schooled herself in yet another Parody for her former Parodies. The GLEANER is supposed to answer the said presumptuous Parody in the following manner : INSOLENT Woman! cease thy saucy lays, "Lest thou receive the nettle for the bays: "Think not thy Pegasus can mount to Fame,— "Down, down, proud heart, nor dare the wreath to "claim. "All bards, who o'er Parnassus' heights can fly, "Shall thy presumption scorn, thy claim deny ; "Exclusive praise !—Thou vain, thou would-be Muse, "Gain homage, ere that homage you refuse." * Neville Earl of Warwick, the King-maker, was killed at the battle of Barnet. ADVERTISEMENT. THE Author of these sprightly Effusions is the Lady referred to in the Lines of the Fair Invisible, as worthy to share the Wreath conferred alike by her musical and poetical Talents. I am indebted to her, likewise, for a pathetic Tribute to the Memory of a beloved Sister, which will be found in the Republications. CUPID DEFIED. WHY waste thy arrows, wanton Boy, Thy subtle arts, sly God, I brave; LOVE VICTORIOUS. SAY, lovely Delia, cruel maid, Ah! why, beguiled in Friendship's name, Then, sweet offender, mayst thou prove |