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ORIGINAL POEMS, 
 
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TOT HE 
 
 Rev. JONATHAN MAXCY, D. .... 
 
 PRESIDENT OF RHODE-ISLAND COLLEGE. 
 
 SIR, 
 
 LOOKING back on the hours of 
 tny past life, none appear more har to 
 me than those which I passed at that 
 University which is now, and was 
 then, honoured by your superinten 
 dence. 
 
 As a small tribute, therefore, of my 
 gratitude, as well as personal esteem 
 and respect for your high character 
 and talents, permit me, Sir, to dedi 
 cate this little volume to you, with an 
 assurance, that I take to myself a 
 secret pride and satisfaction in mak 
 ing this public acknowledgment. 
 
 I am y Sir, 
 With sentiments of esteem, 
 
 Tour humble Servant, 
 
 PAUL ALLEN: 
 
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P R E F A C E. 
 
 J TOTOTHI^G is more difficult than for an author 
 *-^ to write on. the- fubjecl of his own produc 
 tions. If he applauds, he will incur, and with 
 j aft ice, the name of a fclf-conceited. coxcomb ; and 
 if he cenfures, he will as juftly have his character 
 for truth and fmcerity calledKu qucftion by the 
 world. I hope I may, without either imputation, 
 declare, that it was not the vanity of authorfhip 
 that induced me^Jf^nuke the following collection : 
 had that been the object, I might, from the many 
 trifles I have written, have fuelled my collection ' 
 into a goodjtzfalk volume. It is certainly an im- 
 pofition to cxpofe pieces, which were written merely 
 to gratify private whim, or the felicitations of 
 friendihip, to the infpection and animadverfion of 
 . a judicious and difcriminating public. Productions 
 of fuch a nature ought to die with the occafion 
 which gave them birth. Many of the mod ce 
 lebrated Englifh writers, by an injudicious expo* 
 jfure of produ&ions of this kind, have efTmtially 
 injured their characters j from which even the ve 
 nerable names of Pope and Swift do not form an 
 exception. 
 
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 To fay that I am indifferent about the fate of 
 my prefent publication, would be arrogantly to 
 aflume what doeslfot belong to feeble humanity. 
 To fay that I build very ftrong hopes on it, would 
 equally fwerve from -the truth, and violate the feel 
 ings of my heart. Neither indifferent to public 
 applaufe, nor anxioufly courting it,' I await the 
 iflue of the trial. 
 
 Several of the following pieces were written in 
 moments of occafion^J mirth and gaiety, and others 
 in a fettled gloom and deje<5Hoft of mind. I hope, 
 and cheer myfelf in the hope, that the reader, 
 whatever fault he may find iij<je poetry or the ' 
 language, will difcover nothing which has a ten 
 dency to excite or continue the acrimony of party, 
 nothing which will injure thefacred caufe of virtue 
 and religion. 
 
 'Authors who can meanly pander thofc talents 
 which God and nature have given them for the 
 nobleft purpofes, to the worft, muft have much to 
 reflect on, and much to regret, in the tour of di 
 folution. Licentioufnefs of principle needs not the 
 alluring excitements of the painter or the poet to 
 bring it into a&ion. On the contrary, he who en 
 deavours to 'fupport the caufe of virtue and reli 
 gion, though he ftiould foil in the attempt, deferves 
 the thanks of mankind for the effort. Succefs of 
 
 execution 
 
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 execution is what no man, howevet gifted by na 
 ture, or improved by education, can promife to 
 himfelf ; but every man, however inferior his ta 
 lents, may and ought to be refponfible for purity 
 of intention j and with that he muft ultimately 
 be contented. The event is in the difpofal of a 
 Being who knows, who appreciates, and who will 
 finally reward, the labours of his faithful fervants. 
 The widow, who caft her mite into the temple, did 
 not pafs unnoticed or uncommendcd by that Being 
 to whom the temple was confederated. 
 
 That man is little verfed in the practice of the 
 world, who do^not know that the reputation of 
 an -author, as well as that of a man, is always open 
 to the fneers of the malevolent. This is the un 
 happy propenfity of human nature, from which no 
 rectitude of conduct, no purity of intention, no 
 fplendour of intellect, can defend us. 
 
 Deeply imprefled with thefe confiderations, and 
 at the fame time confcious of my many deficiencies ; 
 having j*erhaps much to fear from the one, and 
 little indulgence to hope for the other j I fubmit 
 my productions to the public tribunal. 
 
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 CONTENTS, , 
 
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 POEM on the Happinefe of America ....*..! 
 RefleSlons on having Rhode-IJland Collegt .... 13 
 
 Ode for the Fourth of July . . 16 
 
 Columbia relieved ..,.'... 17 
 
 Ode for the Fourth of July . . .... .'.,.. 19 
 
 ~ for tk; Fourth of July . ....... ... 21 
 
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 y<?r w* Providence AJfouation of Mechanics . 23* 
 
 /o yfr/ .... 25 
 
 /or ^ 7Vw 2W .........','... 26 
 
 /o Cheerfulnefs .......'.. . t . . . . . 29 
 
 7he Pkafures of Fancy ............. 32 
 
 ToFlorella ........ .'."..' /. . . .... 34 
 
 To the Morning Star .............. 36 
 
 To a young Lady who prefcnted me with a Ring 38 
 Crumb of Conflation to a Widowed Dove . .... 40 
 
 Daphnls and Evelina 42 
 
 Oflian's Addrefs to the Evening Star , . 45 
 
 Lamentation of Armm for the Lofs of his Daughter 46 
 
 To //^ Fair Coqasttes . . 48: 
 
 Elegy on a Dog namsd Cupid t . 50 - 
 
 Lines written In a Sifter's Pocket-Book . . . . . . " 5 L- 
 
 On returning to a Latfy a Volume of Hay by' t Poems 52.' 
 
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 A Comparison .......... 55' 
 
 Device for a Quack'* Coat of Arms . . . i ^ v . . ib. 
 
 Modern Sublime * '. . . . C& 
 
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 On a Stupid Piece of Poetry . . . 5$ 
 
 feeing a Spider weaving kit Wei on a /V) . 
 
 lurns of the Speffator .'.' "v * 
 
 JW.v i/i Af?^? Darw'meTh Loves of B*fon\ ^ 
 
 and Soap ......... J. v" 
 
 Impromptu on Lawyer* ... r ......... 59 
 
 Tribute of RefyeQ to Peter Pindar ..../... i l> 
 
 7V Ormond <........... 60 
 
 //// /<? Rhymer* .,..**' 6* 
 clogut t 64 
 
 //;aV ^^r/// 68 
 
 ... r **...*.... 70 
 
 Wakened in Sklnsft fy a Serenade .... 74 
 On feeing the Body of a dead Horft untuned ... 75 
 Epitaph on an Indian .............. 77 
 
 Grave-Stone of a Relation 78 
 
 a/7ar w^ dWa/ .Si-j ....... 79 
 
 Eulogy on Mr* Samud Danfortb ......... ib. 
 
 /a M* Memory of a departed Brother . . . . 8l 
 
 /-/ addrejfcd to a Ring-Dove 83 
 
 - /a a Friend about to depart .... 85 
 
 0<fc A? Childhood 87 
 
 to Health 89 
 
 to Sleep , , 92 
 
 Lintt io the Memory of Cowper . ...... p 
 
 To Ladj tuhojhed Tear* at reading a Novel . . 96 
 WlKam and Mary , * . 98 
 

 
 J ORIGINAL POEMS. , 
 
 A Poem delivered in tie Bapttft Mceti*g-Houfc, Septm* 
 ler t 1793 the Jnniverfary of the Commencement of 
 Rhode-Jfland College. 
 
 VVHILE foreign empires fpread their loud alarms, 
 And rife refplendcnt in the pomp of arms ; 
 While wars and difcord bid the crjmfon gore 
 Swell in .each vein, and gufb from ev'ry pore | 
 COLUMBIA ftands, and frowns away their rage, ,- 1 
 
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 No happy period, fmce the world began, 
 E'er brought fuch blofllngs on the race of man ; 
 
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Since firit this fparkling firmament of light 
 Sprung from the regions of chaotic night, 
 And round yon glorious orb enraptur'4 hung, 
 While morning flars their loud hofannas fung, V 
 
 The Mufe, prophetic, views thy future days, 
 ^And on the radiant profped dares to ga/. j v * 
 
 Unnumber'd vUions on her fancy rUe, 
 And diftant ages fwim before her eyes j 
 Where all the Roman grandeur fades away, 
 Like a pale meteor in the blaze of day. 
 
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 The firft in order, as the firft in fume, 
 Behold thy worthies rife, of mighty name ! 
 The fir il and braveft of that glorious band* 
 jBehold the Saviour of his Country (land ! 
 Great WASHINGTON ! thy deeds (hall never pafs, 
 But (land engrav'd .on pyramids of brafs. 
 Fame gives the laurel thou haft juftly won, 
 And Freedom hails thee as her chofen fon. 
 
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 When '(homing feraphi fign'd that great tfecre'6. ' ' 
 In heavVs high court, " Columbia fhalli be frce^* 
 That fix'J decree, which gave an empire birth. 
 
 Was regifter'd by WASHINGTON on Dearth. " ' % 
 
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 Succeeding ages fliall admire the day, 
 
 When, wrapt in thunder's terrible array, 
 O'er the wide field of death thy dauntlefs form * * 
 Strode, like a cloud before an angry ftorm ; '' : '' 
 Bidding the martial flame of glory rife, 
 And kindling battles with thine ardent eyes. 
 But now the filver found of Peace has rung, ' 
 And Independence warbles from her tongue j 
 Still WASHINGTON our fafety guides, and brave's 
 The mighty conflict of furrounding waves. 
 
 Long may a golden flight of days and years, 
 
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 Propitious, fave a watchful nation's tears. 
 
 May peace, and ev'ry focial blefling, find, 
 
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 O WASHINGTON 1 repofe within thy mind \ 
 
 And when thy foul on feraphs' wings fhall foar, l ' 
 And, like Columbus, unknown worlds explore, 
 
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 May guardian angels foothe and cheer thy wayv 
 And ope the vifions of celcftial day ! 
 
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 When glowing ardours lift th' afpiring Mufe, 
 
 Say, who can FRANKLIN'S fwelling praife ref ufe I 
 . Whofe name} on Glory's fair horizon rais'd, 
 Shone like a ftar, or like a comet blaz'd ; 
 Whofe mind, in one vaft fy ftem,' could embrace 
 Suns, flars and planets in its awful fpace j 
 Whofe bold right hand heav'n'sfierceft thunder held* 
 And all the fury of the dorm difpell'd. 
 But fubjects more fublime his bounty fhar'd^ 
 When this illuftrious Statcfman nobly dar'd 
 The bold afTerter of our rights to (land, 
 And wrung the fceptre from a tyrant's hand. 
 No fubtle ftatefman's viAonary fchemc, 
 No fire-wrought phrenfies of a poet's dream, 
 Employ'd the ftrong exertions of a mind 
 Whofe manly genius glow'd for all mankind. 
 
Illuftrlous Shade ! around thy peaceful urn 
 Shall Virtue'i everlafting taper burn i 
 
 There Science oft a heart-felt tear (Hall fhed, 
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 And wet the laurels blooming o'er thy head* 
 
 What little bark can FRANKLIN'S praife explore; 
 That trackUfs deep, that fea without a fljore 
 
 
 
 Hail, mighty HANCOCK ! thy illuftrfous name 
 Swells the loud clarion of immortal fame. 
 When Freedom bowM beneath Oppreffion's ftroke,' 
 When daring Infamy upheld her yoke, 
 Thy foul with more than mortal courage rofr, 
 And glow'd undaunted in the midft of foes. 
 Their boafted fchemes like midnight vifions flew, * 
 Which Fancy with her airy pencil drew. 
 Though age, and ficknefs, and a nation's cares, 
 Sit on his brow, and whiten all his hairs, 
 Still HANCOCK holds the fame his glory won/ ' " 
 As light ftill beaming from a fctting fun. ' ' * " 
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 Long may propitious Heav'n preferve from fute* 
 The mighty Father of a mighty State \. 
 Reftore thy mind from cares and troubles free, 
 And guard a nation by preferring thee ; 
 Illume thy ev'ning with the rays of peace, 
 Thy joys increafmg as thy years increafe. 
 
 No more fhall Glory's, animating breatfi. 
 Sound the loud trumpet in the field of death,. 
 Or fummon. forth,, to mix in war's alarms,. *. 
 
 The fons of Freedom, from their peaceful farms.. 
 Ladea. with laurels .and triumphant fpoils, 
 Our hardy vet'rans quit their glorious toils :. ' 
 Thofe men .who conquer'd.in the martial field,, 
 And with their blood our. independence feal'd*, 
 Enjoy, in Freedom's .circling arms reclin'd,, 
 The high fenfations of lh* enraptur'd mind i; 
 With confcious pride and manly virtue great,, 
 They fpurn the fawning fycophants of ftatc ; 
 
They read o'er Freedom's everlafting plau> 
 And feel th'afpiring majefty of man-;. 
 Which, Rome, that nurfe of arms and fcience too, 
 J With all her boafted knowledge, never knew j 
 And Greece. herfelf that haughty head muft bow,. 
 To wreathe the laurel round Columbia's brow.. 
 That fword which, oft, in many a doubtful day, 
 Broke through the ranks, and Tcatter'd wild'difmay - 
 Which made ftern tyrants flirihk with' confcious dread^, 
 And tore the plume from proud Britannia's head 
 Which made the fabric of oppre (lion fall- 
 Is now hung high* in Freedom's glorious ball j; 
 There tt> remain, to our fucceedihg race, ! 
 
 Columbia's pride, and. Britain^ foul difgrace*. . I' 
 
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 'Tis thine, bleft Country ! to preferve unftain r d* 
 Thofe rights which Freedom with fuch honour gain'd. 
 O may thy children graip the glorious prize , - \\ 
 That wing'd th'cir great forefathers to the fkiei!'. r 
 
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 Yes, may they to their facred tombs repair. 
 And by their holy aflies fiercely fwear, 
 Firm on the necks of proftrate kings to tread. 
 And from a tyrant's bedy tear the head ! 
 O may they dare an injur'd world to fave. 
 Or find in death an honourable grave. 
 
 Ye cringing fuppliants of a tyrant's throne, 
 Behold your air-built fyftems overblown ! 
 No longer (hall your empty fchemes opprefs 
 The palc-ey'd fens- of forrow and diftrcfs. 
 Behold, with tearful eyes, your faded fame t 
 Let glowing, guilty blufnes fpeak your fliame ; 
 For Infamy herfelf may feel the fmart 
 Of cold defpair corroding on- her heart- 
 Long may Reflection's all-infpiring pow'r s , 
 Recal to Mem'ry's eye that gloomy hour, 
 When Freedom fhatch'd her violated laws, 
 And bade her fons a/Tort her righteous caufe j 
 When gafping patriots pour'd the vital flood ; 
 When rivers nm, and oceans foazn r d, in blood j 
 
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 WEen nations wept, without an arm to fave, 
 And horror triumph'd on th* Atlantic wave T 
 So may the fabric of this fplendid clime 
 J Rife nobler ftill, and blunt the fcythe of Time I 
 Heace an illuftrious band of brothers rife, 
 Endear'd by fond affection's holy ties ; 
 Their minds exult with fond, parental care, 
 To raife the foaring genius from defpair* 
 To kindle in his bread the patriot's flame, 
 And, glorious tafk ! to point the path to fame. 
 They bid the darkening clouds of anguifti fly* 
 And wipe the tear from drooping Beauty's eye i 
 No more (hall Mifery implore relief, t ', 
 
 In all the (Ueht eloquence of grief. 
 Hail, happy band I tis your fublime employ 
 To make fad forrow brighten into joy j 
 Your names with gratitude th orphan fpcaks, 
 With tears of tranfport trickling down his checks U 
 Lo ! Malice into admiration breaks, 
 And hifling Envy half uncurls her fnake**. 
 
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 Then let 'no party fpirit e'er prcfuma 
 
 To damp your fpltndour with a deadly gtobfe f 
 
 The Roman- patriot (hall rejoice to (nine 
 
 IV exalted father of fo bright a> line* 
 
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 What cheerful numbers warm the ravifh'd ears', 
 Sweet as the muGc of the rolling fpheres ! 
 Sure 'tis the voice pffbxne angelic band, 
 Tranfporting Freedom to this favour'd land; 
 With more than mortal ftrains the feraphs 'fingi- 
 As confcious of the mighty charge they bring } 
 They fpread their wings, and form, as on they fly^ 
 A wider canopy than yonder fky. 
 Full in the midft of this transported' throng, 
 Fair Freedom moves in majefty along ; 
 But when (he fpeaks, what tongue fhall dare controiif 
 The wild emotions gufRing from the foul ? 
 She gives her high commands, and takes her flight, 
 O'er the clear concave pav'd with flars of light. 
 
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 the fair harbinger, the morning ftar, 
 On the bright hill-top drives his filver car, 
 Serenely fmiles the midnight glooms away, 
 Awakes the morn, and rufhes into day. 
 Ye fons of Rapture, raife your golden I/res, 
 Send ev'ry ft ring, and fweep the fhrill-twang'd w.ircs \ 
 Lull'd into raptures by the poet's dream, 
 O ftrive to rival your immortal theme. 
 Say how oppreffion Freedom's face defiles, 
 ,'How yonder fun beams only from her fmiles; 
 And, while emotions pant in ev'ry vein,, 
 To fwift-ey'd Fancy give the flowing rein,. 
 
 Mark in the weft, how glorious to behold } 
 Bright Liberty v her fplcndid gates unfold \ 
 Triumphant arches rife, that far furpafs 
 The walls of marble, and the piles of brafs -| r 
 
 And, while the joyful fong of triumph rings,. 
 On its pure top the Eagle claps his wings. : >* 
 Where, are thofe mighty men who once could wield 
 The flaming fword, and, (hake the dazzling fliiel&i 
 
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 Whofc^dccds on Fame's 'eternal pinions for f ' 
 
 Who conquer*d worlds, and wept to conquer more f 
 
 Say, (hall thofe tyrants who enflavM mankind 
 
 A feat in Liberty's fair temple find ? 
 
 No j let their names in dark oblivion ruft, 
 
 Or, with their bodies, crumble into duft 
 
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 Another blufli cncrimfons all the fetes, 
 Another glorious morning feems to rife. 
 'Tis Gullia's Genius, which, fo long conceal'd, - 
 Js now in all her gorgeous robes reveal'd, ,' ; 
 Walks on the zenith of bright Glory's fpherei, 
 And with her hand the dark horizon clears. 
 When thy broad-fpreading empire (hall i 
 
 
 
 And hu(h contending factions into peace, 
 The fatellites of Pow'r (hall fade away, 
 As ftars tcforc the glaring orb 
 
 All hail, bright Freedom 1 may -thy golden Te%a r 
 For years, unnumber'd years, on earth remain ; 
 
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 Till the laft Angel, warm'd with holy fire, ' 
 Unfurls his wings, and quits the ravjfli'd choir, /f 
 Sweeps, carelcfs fweeps, all ftars and funs away, ' 
 ^Thofe clouds that darken heavVs immortal day $ 
 Lights on the centre, and around furveys 
 Thefe mighty orbits, wheeling as they blaze ; > < 
 Then o'er the fyftcm lifts his radiant hand, '! !' 
 And bids th* admiring planets filent ft and, 
 And fwears bj Him whom heav'n and earth adore, 
 time fliall ceafe, and nature be .no more. 
 
 On leaving Rhode-Island College. 
 
 JDLEST feat of Science ! where my hours . 
 In mufing mcditadon ftray'd ; . : . 
 Where Virtue fummoirM all 1/cr pow^ k > : - 
 And triumph'd in the Mufe's fliatfe ! 
 
 # Gay health, of lively vigour born," 
 .Smoothed the rough vifagc of defpair, 
 And learning's rofe, without a thorn, 
 
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 Each fleeting phantom caught the fight,' 
 No cloud obftrucled Fancy Vview .;' 
 In rapture roll'd away the night, 
 The day of joy too lightly flew. 
 
 But now thefe pieafmg fcenes aw o'r> 
 Their vifionary fchemcs have fled, 
 The fond Ulufions charm no more, 
 And Fancy's fprightly pulfc is dead/ 
 
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 I go, unfkill'd, among mankind, 
 
 Where warbling Pleafurc's fyren-lay 
 Steals (lowly on the carelefs mind, 
 And lures the feet from virtue's way. 
 
 But, whcrefoe'er I go, may Aill 
 The fields, -the -groves, in gay attire/ T 
 The folemn fhadcs, the fav'rite hill, - -. 
 
 The fadly-pleafing thought infpiije,. 
 
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 Ye hapipy youths, ye favour'd few. 
 Who wander where bright Science treads, 
 May Learning's all-reviving dew 
 Fall gently .on your honoured kead. ' 
 
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 And thou, fair Science, teach the foul 
 
 On Fancy's airy wings to rife, 
 
 To fpurn afide this narrow pole/ . . ' . \ 
 
 And foar aloft in wider Ades* 
 
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 And let her through the radiant maze 
 Of congregated planets ftray, 
 And fyftems, whofc united blaze 
 Ne'er (hot to us a gleam of day ' < " 
 
 Far, far beyond that mighty brink 
 Of chaos, where creations flecp * 
 Till all the pow'rs of Fancy fmk, 
 Exhaufted, in the tracklefs deep. 
 
 Still does my foul with tranfport burn 
 To tafte thofc fweets that never cloy, 
 Still will I hold,, in Mem'ry's urn t 
 
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 ^ Ode for the Fourth qf July* 
 
 COME, let us join the cheerful fong, 
 The fong which thoufands (hall employ j 
 Let the full chorus roll along, 
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 Long may th' hiftoric pages tell, . ...' -\ 
 
 Whofc arms upheld our dying laws j 
 How many heroes fought and fell, 
 Illuftrious, in their Country's caufe. 
 
 They ftood, in many a doubtful <Jay, : ..... * 
 Th* unfliaken bulwarks of our land, 
 And nobly tore our. rights away 
 From ftern Oppre&on's griping hand. 
 
 Hail, happy Shades ! your glory li*w> 
 Encircled with immortal rays, 
 While glad COLUMBIA freely gives 
 The laurel of unfading praifc. 
 
 And when, in each revolving year* 
 The prefent glorious day returns, 
 Amidft the general joy, a tear 
 
 Shall fall upon their honoured urns. 
 
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 Succeeding ages (hall admire rf V f 
 
 Thofe heroes who in batde bled, . , 
 And, warm'd with Freedom's holy fire, 
 Shall emulate the mighty dead. '1 
 
 Here Liberty (hall long furvive/ 
 When proud Oppreflion fades and diet* 
 Until the fun (hall ceafe to drive 
 His glittering chariot round the flues. 
 
 Then let us join the cheerful fong, . 
 The fong which thoufands fhall employ j 
 Let the full chorus rojl along, 
 And fwell the loudefl peal of joy. 
 
 Columbia relieved. 
 
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 1 a mouldering cavern, the rnanfion of wo* f ** 
 COLUMBIA did often repair) ,V 
 
 She tflre the freifh laurel that bloomM on her brow, 
 And threw it afulc in defpair. . , 
 
 

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 She wept for the fate of her fons that were flam. 
 When the flames 'of fierce battle were fpread ; 
 When Difcord and Carnage, relaxing the rein, ^ 
 
 Rode grimly o'er mountains of dead. 
 
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 As thus the fair Goddefs rerolv'd in her bread 
 The wrongs which her Country had borne, 
 
 A form more than human the Genius addrefs'd 
 " Ah ! ceafe, fair COLUMBIA, to mourn. 
 
 44 Now lift up thine eyes, and thy records beholA 
 " Infcrib'd in. the archives of Fame ; 
 
 44 The FOURTH of JULY, in rich letters of gold, . 
 44 Forctels the renown of thy name. ^ 
 
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 44 From caverns of darknefs, thy day-fpring (hall 
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 Ye kings, and ye tymnts, beware ! V, 
 ' Your names fhall decay like the vapours of morn, 
 44 Or vaniih in phantoms of air. 
 
 44 Thy temple, O Freedom ! with grandeur fhall rife, 
 
 44 tJnfiiaken by Tyranny's blaft 
 44 Its bafis the earth, and its fummtt the Ikies* 
 
 44 And firm as creation lhall laft. 
 
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 " Then roufe, fair Columbia ! to glory afpire 
 " All nations with rapture (hall gaze j 
 
 E'en now the dark vifions of Difcord retire, 
 14 And Europe is loft in thy blaze. 1 ' 
 
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 % For the Fourth of July. 
 
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 lN hcav'n's empyreal height, 
 Did minifters of light 
 ;ir feats afcend : 
 
 glorious order fhonc . 
 
 Around th* Almighty's throne, 
 Who thus his will made known 
 Angels, attend ! 
 
 . . ' V H- V I' 
 
 " Mankind, on earth below, . j f . .rf ,-(;/; 
 " Shall more enlighten'd grow, , ; .; y.;, 
 
 ' Be this our care : . r*" 
 
 The world (hall now be free j , ' 
 " COLUMBIA, firft to thce < j..-^-,j.. j> .' i A 
 14 We give the facred tree | f . ; j 
 
 ** Preferve it fair." . , ,, 
 
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 He ceas'J, and (hook the fpheres ; 
 
 With loud, applauding cheers - -' 
 
 All nature rung ; , 
 
 Seraphs the concert join'd, , . 
 
 And heav'n and earth combin'd, 
 And, with enraptur'd mind, 
 
 His praifes fung. 
 
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 To guide us thro* the war> 
 
 Virginia's Blazing Star 
 
 
 Beam'd bright his rays i 
 
 Tyrants beheld the fight, , 
 
 And fhrunk with wild affright^. v | ^ 
 
 Like the pale bird of night 
 
 -'A-*'- 
 
 In morning's blaze. * j 
 
 Dtfcord abounds no more, 
 Nor laves our fields in gore j; 
 
 She drops her chains : 
 The gentle voice of Peace- 
 Bids all commotions ceafe, 
 And Plenty's rich increafe' 
 
 Adorn our plains. 
 
 

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 may this fabric (laud, , > ' 
 And may its name expand, u ...'. ;;/.*. /'' 
 Till Nature dies j ,ii: ,*. ; 
 
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 Till earth's majeftic frame . -i -'!' vjx ^", 
 Shall fink, abforb'd in flame, 
 And WASHINGTON'S bright fam ; :; ; , : 
 ' In Heav'n (hall rife, , ; . * . v, \ 
 
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 For the Fourth of July. 
 
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 ARISE ! yt Sons of Olbry, rife 4- r.'Iva v I t ' 
 Tho* favage tyrants (hine in arms ) : 
 The coward fenfe of death defpife, . - > 
 
 And brave the cannon's lead alarms. 
 
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 Say, haghty Gallia's favage band, f>hiv/ 
 
 Shall free COLUMBIA bow to thee f .: v : . , : . * 
 
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 Sooner may Heav'n's avenging hand \v . . ' 
 
 Deluge our country with the fea. 
 
 What tim'rous heart can ever yield, 
 
 When Glory pours her brilliant ray j v ;- c . J^ r 
 
 Or fly inglorious from the field, 
 
 When patriot ADA.MS leads the way ? 
 
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 Fain would I deck thy hoary hairs* 
 
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 With laurels, fuch as patriots bring i 
 But vain my Mufc the fubjcft dares * . 
 Thy glory tires her feeble wiag, 
 
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 Our youthful hearts with rage beat highj 
 And, firmly hVd, we know our doom r 
 Refolv'd to triumph or to die, 
 We choofe no prifon but the tomb. 
 
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 Some cherub oft (hall walk around, 
 
 And dew wlfh tears the hallow'd grave \ 
 While Fame's immortal voice (hall found*. 
 Swfct u the mtm'ty of the brave.- 
 
 Dear is a father's tender fame, 
 Which oft has wak'd an anxious feari . . 
 
 * Dear is an infant's rifing name 
 The voice of Freedom ftill mort dear. 
 
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 Shades of our Fathers ! well ye know !tl 
 /The mind's unconquerable fwell ; 
 
 And, tnough your afhes fleep below, " . " : - * 
 
 Speak from the clouds-i-ye fure can tell.' 
 
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 Then hear, proud Gallia! while we knee!, 
 And fwear by thofe illuftrious dead : 
 We ever will defend with zeal 
 Thofe rights for which our Fathers blecj. 
 
 Ode for the Association of Mechanics* 
 
 JDLEST -be the man whofe piercing jnind, 
 
 By vulgar precepts unconfin'd, ' 
 
 On wild, inventive wings can foar, 
 
 Where rude, -misfhapen fyftems lay, , , y. 
 
 Beyond the reach of Order's fway, 
 
 And Nature's boundlefs depths explore. , * . 
 
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 How bold ! his genius ( how profound ! 
 
 Tho* clouds and darkncfs hover round* 
 
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 And fhade the world of Arts in night | 
 
 A bright creation, fair and new, 
 Springs, like a Phoenix, to the view, 
 'Beneath his more than magic might. 
 
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 Of all this earth's contra&ed fpan, 
 How fmall the fpace allow'd to man ! 
 How partial Nature Teems to thee ! 
 Contemplate now thy little pride : 
 No wings, along the air to glide, 
 Or nimble 6ns, to fkjm the feat 
 
 How fmall, how trifling, is thy range ! 
 How wonderful the mighty change t 
 Man rifes from his darkfome ftate : 
 
 His matchlefs mind all danger bravei j 
 
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 He wings the air, he fwims the waves> 
 And feems to triumph over Fate, 
 
 When mutual-kindling fouls divide, 
 When Beauty's bloom, or Valour's pride, * * 
 Beneath the fey the of Death (hall fall $ 
 Though keen the pang that Nature gives, 
 
 Behold ! their dear remembrance lives. 
 
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 I mournful fileace, on the ivalL 
 
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 To Art . 
 
 iCxENItTS of ART ! when we furvey 
 Thy works, our minds with raptures glow j 
 The rifing and the fetting day 
 Difplay thy wonders here below. 
 
 Our bofoms own thy mighty pow'r, 
 Our inborn dignity we fcan, 
 And feel, at ev'ry paffing hour, 
 The native majefty of man. 
 
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 The lofty pyramids, that rife, 
 And o'er the humble cottage frown, 
 The (lately tow'rs that prop the (kits, 
 Are monuments of thy renown. 
 
 Behold ! the favage quits his bow, 
 Forfakes his wild, ferocious clan ; 
 He feels the genial current flow, 
 And mellows into foeial man. 
 
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 Yon field of flar, which fummtr gale* 
 Wave, as they fwcep along the plain, 
 Transformed by Art to fwelling fails, 
 Shall bear our glory o'er the main. 
 
 Where drowfy min'rals, dark and drc?r, 
 Lay cover* d with the mountain heap, 
 Art's mighty Genius whifpers, " Here 
 "COLUMBIA'S future thunders 
 
 On the New Tear, 
 
 JL HOU glorious orb ! afcending bright, 
 Shoot thy long, level'd lines of light ; 
 The gloomy face of nature cheer, 
 And hail the NEW-BORN YEAR, 
 
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 ,O ! could the forrows of an aching heart, 
 With fierce Ambition, tyrant of the- mind, 
 Like yonder fleeting year depart, - 
 
 Nor leave a trace behind ! 
 

 
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 father of Light ! the dart reftrairi, 
 Thy fierce, deftroying Angel flings ;*. 
 Give health her vermil courfe again, 
 And life to gufh from thoufand fprings. 
 
 The infant, o'er his parent's grave, 
 Deprefs'd in anguifh, bovrs the knee j 
 Without an human arm to fave, 
 He lifts his little hands to thee. 
 
 Preferve from harm the unprotected boy : 
 In forrow's defcrt, plant the rofc of joy. 
 
 On Spring. 
 
 NOW the rifmg fun difplays 
 
 A brighter round of golden rays ; t \ 
 
 The flitting Zephyr's dewy wing . 
 
 Brufnes the eyelids of the Sm NO j "; ; ? - 
 
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 Forth, from her bow'r of calm repofe t ; .-. "..C , 
 
 She walks, and o'er the fields her mantle throws, 
 
 .' ?^*S$ 
 
 * rtt Tilkiu Fcva: 
 
Thy breath fefids forth a fwcct perfume. 
 
 That fcents each tender flow'ret's bloom ;. 
 
 
 The downy bloilbms on the fpray 
 
 Thy fingers open to the day- 
 Give all their fragrance to the air, 
 And lay the rofe's blufhing bofom bare. 
 
 No more fhall Winter rule the plains, 
 With fierce north winds, and dulhing rains : 
 The fnowy tempefts of the flcy 
 Shall ceafe in giddy whirls to fly. 
 Our hearts, O Spring i with rapture barn, 
 And " blufhing pleafure hymns" thy foft return* 
 
 The lark, up-fpringing from the lawn, 
 With plumage fpangled by the dawn, 
 The.robm clear, the black-bird fhrill, 
 
 ..'Arid-all the nuific of the hill, 
 
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 Pour'forth the vary'd chorus round, 
 
 And Echo, charm'd, repeats the joyful found- 
 
 O l^for fome rude, fantaftic bow'r, 
 Inwove by many a fragrant flow'r, 
 Where I may view the meadows, wide, 
 The humble vale, the mountain's pride> 
 
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Made vocal by the fhepherd's lays, 
 Whofe flocks attentive, lift'ning, ceafc to graze. 
 
 Let fome rude ft ream meander by, 
 Now feen, now hidden from the eye, 
 In peaceful murmurs rippling flow, 
 And heav*n's refracted funbeams fliow j 
 Till, check'd by fome oppofirig force, 
 It breaks, and roars, tempcflous in its courfe. 
 
 Such calm retirement would I choofe, 
 Court no companion but the Mufe $ 
 Ambition ftill abroad mighjt rule, 
 Receive the homage of the fool } 
 My happy hours fhould glide away, 
 Rec kiefs of what a cens'ring world might fay. 
 
 To Cheerfulness. 
 
 NYMPH of the darkly.rolling eye I 
 Eurob'd in Fancy's tinclur'd veft, 
 Forth from thy facrcd covert fly, 
 And take poflefllon of my bread. - 
 
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 The moon with tranquil luftre burns r 
 Ambition lolls his radiant head 
 In flumbers, on his golden bed} 
 
 And dreams of conquers when the day returns* 
 
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 Here let us join the nightly dance* 
 And fport on yonder flow'ry lawn* 
 Beneath the foft moon'i filvcr glance* 
 
 And fliun the purple light of morn. 
 
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 In midnight's folitary hours, 
 O Cheerfulncfs ! thy charms beftow, ^ 
 
 Spread o'er our minds a vivid .glow, \ 
 
 Ar.l breathe a fragrance o'er the fields and flow*!*. 
 
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 Loft to all glory, ienfe and fhame, 
 The mifer grafps his golden toys, 
 Spurns the rich honours of thy name, 
 And poifons all his focial joys. 
 
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 foon his fairy profpects fade ! 
 
 See haggard Difappointment (land t 
 Behold, he waves his fable wand, 
 And clouds the profpefl with a gloomy fhade. 
 
The failor quitf the realms of cafe, 
 Forfakes, alas ! thy peaceful reign, 
 He ploughs with joy the foaming feas \ 
 But, io ! he ne'er returns again. 
 
 As round the howling billows rave, 
 Hark ! how he fliricki with wild affright, 
 As dim he fees die ghoft of night, 
 Half vie wlcfs, gleaming through the feagreen wave* 
 
 Fair Goddefs T to thy charms divine 
 Thy fuppliant daily homage pays, 
 And lights thy confecratcd flirine, 
 With pure affection's hallow'd blaze* 
 
 Here let me ibft contentment find, 
 And, far from all the din of courts, 
 Amidft thefe lively, rural fports, 
 Reap the rich harvcft^of a virtuous mind*. 
 
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 The Pleasures of Fancy. 
 
 OWEETEST warbler of the fpray, 
 Awhile fufpend your pleafmg lay ; 
 Ye gales ! your gentle breaths forbear, 
 And, hufh'd in filent, foft repofe, 
 Attend awhile, and you fliall hear 
 The pleaiure which the Hermit knows. 
 
 When the rich mantle of the morn 
 Begins with fplendour to unfold, 
 I mark upon the bending thorn 
 The.lively dew-drop, tipt with gold. 
 Forth from my cave, I view the light, 
 Rejoicing o'er the fhades of night, 
 Then my fond thoughts with rapture roll f 
 In all the energy of foul. 
 
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 But when the cheerful day is gone, 
 
 And darkfome night moves flowly on ; 
 
 When, with a melancholy grace, 
 
 Pale Luna lifts her fober face, 
 
 Then whifpers foft fome unknown pow'r, , 
 
 'Tis Contemplation's fav'ritc hour. 
 
If chance the rainy torrent falls* 
 And patters on my cottage walls, 
 Secure I hear the tempeft roar, 
 And howl for entrance at the door ; - 
 On the bright vernal bow I gaze, 
 Where mimic diamonds feem to blaze* ' 
 
 If from the north flern Winter blows 
 His driving cataract of fnows, 
 In darkening florins and tempefts dreft, . 
 Then Pleafure drops her cherub wing, 
 Reclines on April's dewy breaft, 
 And waits the fymphony of Spring* 
 
 When Summer comes, with glory crown'd, 
 Difperfmg light and grandeur round, 
 I feck the heav'n-afpiring hill, 
 Or wander where the murm'ring^ll 
 Rolls over fragrant beds of flow'rs, 
 And there I pafs the noon-tide hours. 
 
 Nor fober Autumn comes in vain j 
 'Tis then I court the ftudious train,. 
 Or haunt the Mufes* fucred grove,. 
 Where oft my footftcps love to rorc* 
 
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And when the trees ftand dark and barcy 
 No cheerful mufic warbling there, 
 
 My bread with tender pity heaves ; 
 I read my fate in falling leaves. 
 
 Nature ! all-fufficient maid, ; , 
 
 Give me, thy wond'rous works to fcan j 
 Infpire me with thy powerful aid, 
 And let me know myfelf a man*- 
 
 To Florella.- 
 
 \*s ALM was the night, and gentle was the breete^ 
 The diftant main was faintly heard to roar, 
 A deep, low murmur whifper'd in the trees, 
 And the pale moon-beam flept along the fhore. 
 
 'Twas Meditation's folitary hour, 
 Along the borders of a dream I ftray'd ; 
 I faw the Mufe, and felt her magic pow* r, 
 As with light fteps ihe prcft the verdant glade. 
 
TO thce, Floitlla, did my foul repair, 
 And view*d with joy that hcav'n-illumin'd- face, 
 Where blufhes fwect the artlefs mind declare, 
 Array'd in all the dignity of grace. 
 
 What ftoic eycTunmov'd can e'er behold 
 Thy fimple locks, by artlefs Nature dreft, 
 That turn in many a long and carelefs fold, 
 A^d roll luxuriant down thy fnowy breaft ? 
 
 
 
 Need I defcribe thofe beauty-beaming eyes, 
 Where all the pow'rs of foft perfuafion glow j 
 Which fmile when pleasure's airy phantoms rife, 
 .Or melt in pity at the tale of wo ? 
 
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 Early in life, thy guardian genius flied 
 Around thy form the rays of love refin'd, 
 She pour'd rich bleflings on thy infant head. 
 And in thy bofom fix'd the feeling mimj. 
 
 Beauty, alas 1 is but a tranfient flow'r, 
 In which no real happincfs is found ; 
 It buds and blooms, and withers in an hour, f f 
 lies and fades neglected on the ground. 
 
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 But the Bright virtues that fjirraund thy form . 
 .Shall take deep root, and long lhall bloflbm here ; 
 And when tranfplanted, (hall furvive the dorm, 
 An4 bloom more glorious in a happier Iphere* 
 
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 To the Morning Star. 
 
 jKlSE on the front ofheav'n, thou brilliant Star! 
 Child of the Morni with ev'ry beauty crownM j 
 Look down, all-glorious, from thy fplendid car, 
 And &oot thy beams like filver threads around, 
 
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 Bright Orb 1 beneath thy calm, protecting light, 
 Oft have I fought the ficav'n-reflecling rill, 
 The lofty mountain, rifing injus might, 
 Or the fwift torrent dafhing down the hill 
 
 Then would the fbaring lark triumphant rife, 
 On fbme bright cloud to reft his weary wing ; 
 And, ere the morn's deep purple ting'd the fkies, 
 With his wild notes would foothe the ear of Spring.' 
 
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 But Spring, with all her thoufand charms refin'd, 
 No ftcady ray of pleafure can impart* 
 To eafe the throbbings of an anxious mind, 
 When fick defpair fits cold upon the heart. 
 
 Yet ever-waking Mem'ry ftill purfues ^ 
 
 Thofe better days when Hope my hours beguil'd, 
 When, to my fancy's all-enraptured views, 
 Spring dawn'd more bright, as fair Florella fmil'd. 
 
 But now that day-ftar of my life has fet, 
 And all my active energies are dead, 
 While that ftern tyrant of my foul, Regret, 
 Winds the fad willow round my drooping head. 
 
 Sweet Poefy ! in magic fidion dreft, 
 No more I court thy charms ; I break thy fpell : 
 Thou dear confoler of the human bread ! 
 Heceive my fond adieu, myjaft farewel. 
 
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 To a young Lady who presented me 
 with a Ring. 
 
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 FRIENDSHIP I of Heav'n the dearcft favour, 
 
 [Poor, unhappy mortals know, 
 
 Life itfclf, without thy flavour, 
 
 'Gives us nought but dregs of wo, ; 
 
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 When I fee the morning blufhes, 
 Rapture thrills through all my veins \ 
 How the ci imfon glory ruflies 
 O'er the wide, ethereal plains ! 
 
 Sweeter, Fiiendfliip, is thy paflion j 
 O defcend and dwell with me ! 
 41 Each fond wifh and inclination , 
 
 Shall repofc itfelf in dice." u ,., , . 
 
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 Sweet to the melancholy rover 
 Is the dream and circling mill, 
 
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 Seen from far o'er fields of clover j 
 
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 IP ! thou art fweeter ftill. 
 
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 Monarch I on thy throne of fplcn Jour, 
 *Midft thy jewels fparkling round- 
 All tliat fcrvile fear can render- 
 Is one pledge of fritr. Jfhlp found ? 
 
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 Suufliinc friends I have an hod of) 
 
 But a real friend in (lore : 
 All Pcruvia cannot boaft of 
 Diamonds that I value more. 
 
 Oh my fair 1 when griefs aul you, 
 And misfortune frowns fevere, 
 Know, if aught it can avail you, 
 Fricndfhip drops the pcnfwe tear* 
 
 "May guardian angels, ever near you, ; . 
 Their (ky-tinftur'd wings difplay j i :. S I'^-uX . /, 
 And with heav'n's bright profpcfk cheer you, 
 
 Point the path, and lead the way. ',., ;* .--^ 
 
Crumb of Consolation to a Widowed 
 Dove. 
 
 O WEET Poet of the verdant plains I 
 Why doll thou feek a calm retreat* 
 When fober melancholy reigns, 
 And tune thy penfive note fo fweet ? . 
 
 Has fome rude boy, with hand unbleft, 
 Sought the dear covert of the grove, 
 And rifled from thy little ncft 
 The darling pledges of thy love ? 
 
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 Or has fome favage fportfman'i eyu 
 Drove from thy fight thy lovely mate ? 
 Ah 1 no j thy tender partner liei, 
 Lock'd in the iron fleep of Fate. 
 
 Then, lovely bird, ceafe not to grieve r 
 Seek the dark willow, dank with dew. 
 And there, from rifing morn till eve 
 Your tender, plaintive fong renew. 
 
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 The dream, where once the lovers ftray'd, 
 Down its pure margin gently flows, 
 And murmurs through the diver glade, 
 In foft refponfcs to thy woes. 
 
 The gales, that once tranfpcrted bore, 
 On rapid wings, thy notes of love, 
 Thy cruel fate (hall now deplore, 
 And forrow fadden all the grove. 
 
 Yon flurdy oak, thy fuv'rite tree, 
 All gloomy to the fight appears, 
 And, as a tribute due to thec, 
 Shakes from its leaves the trickling tears. 
 
 Thy form in glowing hues was drcft, 
 But death has turn'd their ludrc pale j 
 The filvcr down that (hades thy bread 
 
 Ij rufUcd by the pafling gale. 
 
 
 
 Yet, lovely mourner, ceafc thy crici, 
 Nor think thy cares unheeded flow ; 
 One pearl is won from Beauty's eyes, 
 More precious than the diamonds glow.. 
 
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Daphnis and Evelina. 
 
 \VHEN Midnight ftretches out lier fhade,. 
 Like a broad curtain, o'er the flues, 
 Then will I go and view the glade 
 Where now my much-lov'd Daphnis lies. 
 
 Form'd with a mind above the pride 
 And tinfel fplendour of the great, 
 He ventured not on Pleafure's tide, 
 But fought repofe in humbler ft ate.. 
 
 A lowly cottage he poffeiVd, 
 Contented there in peace to dwell ;; 
 
 The poor, the feeble and diftrefs'd 
 
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 Sought fhelter in his humble cell. 
 
 White-handed Peace, and rofy Joy, 
 With brow untouch'd by pining care* 
 The pafllng trav'ler would decoy, 
 And give him hearty welcome there. 
 
But Evelina, faired maid ! 
 Would vifit oft that humble place* 
 : In native innocence array'd ; 
 Her mind unspotted as lier face; 
 
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 Her winning form, her foft addrefs, 
 Kindled in Daphnis Love's pure flume ; 
 He felt the pangs of fweet diftrefs,. 
 And Evelina felt the fame. 
 
 With mutual love their bofoms glow'd;, 
 By no dark jealoufy defil'd ; 
 And Hymen, from his rofy cloud, 
 Look'd on the lovely pair, and fmil'd^ 
 
 How fweet was then the moonlight walk,. 
 Or folemn intervening fliade, 
 , Where free and fearlefs they might talk, 
 
 And pledge thofe vows which love had made ! 
 
 Buftling Ambition holds his reign 1 
 
 Amid the noife and ftrife of day j 
 
 But Love, more tranquil, courts the plain, 
 
 Where moonbeams twinkle through the fprajr. 
 
Moon-filver'd groves, in beauty drcft, 
 Echo'd their vows, and none would hear, 
 Save the poor robin on her neft, 
 
 That (hook her .little wings with fear. 
 
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 Why do die flow'rs on Hymen's fhrine, 
 That lately (lied fuch rich perfumes, 
 Now hang their ilckly heads, and pine, 
 *Or ftrew the earth wkh fallen blooms J 
 
 Alas ! while Love, with fportive airs, 
 Proclaims the hymeneal day, 
 For Daphnis, Daphnis, death prepares 
 The gloomy coffin and the clay. 
 
 Around thy melancholy tomb 
 The fweeteft flow'rs of fpring fliall blow, 
 And cover with their purple bloom 
 The facred fod that lies below. 
 
 There haplefs Evelina ftands, 
 Her bofom throbs with pain fevere ;, 
 Behold ! flie wrings her feeble hands A f . 
 And ds ws tlie turf with many a tear. 
 
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 Oft (hall the fil vcr (tar of eve, 
 
 While mounting in the clear, blue flcy, 
 
 Paufe o'er the fpot, awhile to grieve, 
 
 And hide in clouds his twinkling eye* 
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 .* Bear (hade ! accept thefe feeble lays, 
 That flow fmcerely from a friend, 
 Who knew thy worth in early days, 
 And now laments thy haplefs end- 
 
 Ossian's Address to the Evening Star. 
 
 OTAR of the pale defending night I 
 Thy beam on yonder weft is bright ; 
 Thou rifeft on th' ethereal blue, 
 Thy fteps are ftatcly on the hill, 
 On yonder plain what doft thou view f 
 The land and ftormy winds art 
 
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 The murm*rmg of the torrent pours, 
 
 And billows climb the rocky (hores ^ 
 
The flics arc on their feeble flight, 
 
 They mingle in their airy play : 
 
 But what doft thou behold, fair Light ? ; 
 
 Thou {hiileft, and depart'ft away. ._:. :-t ; 
 
 The waves with joy die burthen bear, 
 
 And bathe its lovely, flowing hair. 
 
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 Lamentation of Armin for UK lost 
 of his Daughter. 
 
 OssuW 
 
 \JN the rock, where the dark waves arife,. ^ 
 My daughter was heard td complain ; ' 4 
 
 How frequent and loud were her cries f ' 
 She mouin'd for her father ia vain* 
 
 I ftood on the (hore all the night 
 
 The pale moon rofe penfive and 
 
 And brought her faint form to my fight $ 
 
 I learn'd all her accents of wo. 
 
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 The tempeft howl'd over the plain, 
 The wind whittled loudly and flirill, 
 While the drops of the dark-falling rain 
 Beat hard on the fide of the hill. 
 
 Ere the fun ting'd the mountains with light, 
 The voice of my daughter was fraili 
 Like the flow, folcran breeze of the night, 
 That dies on the graft of the vale. 
 
 Now in the cold duft fhe is laid, 
 And has left thee, O Armin ! alone ; 
 The ftrength of mine arm is decay'd, 
 
 My pride among ft women is gone. 
 
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 When the ftorms of the bleak mountain roar, 
 When the north lifts the blue wave on high, 
 I fit on (he fea-beaten fliore, 
 And the rock's fatal fummit I fpy. 
 
 The ghofts of my children appear ;' 
 All pallid and mournful they feem ; 
 
 They convcrfe with a figh and 'and a tear, 
 
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 As they walk to 'the moon's letting beano. 'V. 
 
 
 
 
 
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 1 call, but they heal- me no more 5 
 
 Carmor 1 how hard is- my doom 1 ; .1 
 
 1 am ftripp'd of the honours I bore f . - 
 J wjfli the repofe of the tomb. , 
 
 To the fair Coquettes. 
 
 YV HEN five-and-forty's rugged mien. 
 Had fought the gentle CHLOE'S face, -, 
 The marks of hoary age were feen, . 
 Infcriptions of departed grace. 
 
 In vain beneath the pencil glows v T , 
 
 Created youth and beauty rife 5 
 
 A jufter form her mirror (hows \ 
 
 Her faithful mirror never Jics. i 
 
 Anon, flie writes the hafty line. 
 
 To one who once ador'd her charms ; 
 
 " Return, dear youth, of form divinet , > 
 
 4< Return and blefs my longing arms. - ;.. ; 
 
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 * But if this favour is deny'd, 
 
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 *' And Chloe driven to dcfpair, 
 u I fwear bejteath the fwelling tide 
 44 To plunge, and bury all my care," 
 
 But Strephon anfwer'd, calm and grave, 
 
 * Go hang or drown, I care not whither ; 
 4t For heav'n's fake, Chloe, feck the wave, 
 44 And end your life and love together." 
 
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 The curling fmile, the lucent eye, 
 Throw many an artful, tempting lure ; 
 Kcre baits to catch the lovers by : 
 But prudence only can fecure. 
 
 Ye fair ! when once we grafp the bait, 
 
 No longer with your lovers play, 
 
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 Left, when you leaft expert it, ftraight 
 We flip the hook, and feud away. 
 
 
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 Elegy on a Dog named Cupid. 
 
 SAY, thou ftern Monarch of the tomb, 
 Whofe favage pow'r afflitfs the bcft, 
 Can youth or beauty's crimfon bloom 
 To pity melt thy favage breaft ? 
 
 If beauty could thy bofom warm, 
 Or youth thy vengeful arrows fave, 
 Then had poor Cupid's fpotlefs form* 
 Efcap'd the {lumbers of the grave. 
 
 He met the near approach of death, 
 
 With calmnefs, and a foul refign'd, 
 
 And yielded up at laft his breath, 4 
 
 In fteady conftancy of mind. 
 
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 Methmks I fee the plaintive cat, . 
 
 With face of gravity profound, 
 Look anxious for her playful mate, ' 
 
 And caft an eye of forrow round. .*,"*, 
 
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 In Fancy's ear (he feems to fay, 
 Where art thou gone, my deareft Cu ? 
 With dice I've romp'd full many a day j* 
 I bid thee now a long adieu. 
 
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 V< weeping mourners ! dry your eyes, 
 Nor think the ftroke of death feverc : 
 Some other Cupid may arife, 
 Your fpirits to revive and cheer* 
 
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 FPritten in a Sister's Pocket-Book. *. 
 
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 X HOUGH neither wit nor fentiment attend i 
 Thefe lines, they fiitw the Brother and the Friend j. 
 An heart, of facred Friendfhip the retreat, 
 Which, when it feels no more, will ccafe to beat. ' 
 
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 On returning to a Lady a borrowed 
 Book, entitled " Serena, or the Trf- 
 umphs of Temper," by Mr. Hayley* 
 
 OEE, lovely nymph, in Hayley's lines, 
 How brilliant Female Temper ftiines.' 
 Beauty like yours, with magic charm, 
 Can man's ferocious pride difarm, 
 The ftubbom, wayward pafllons move, 
 And melt the ftoic foul to* love ; 
 
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 3ut Temper binds the fetters faft, 
 And makes the pleafmg bondage laft* 
 This was the magic zone that grac'd 
 
 The fair SERENA'S lovely waift, 
 
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 And taught her, in the trying hour 
 
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 Of Spleen, to dare his utmoft pow'r. 
 
 Then view, in Nature's glafs, your mind; 1 . 
 And there, without a fiction, find 
 A form more lovely, juft and true, 
 Than ever HAYLEY'S pencil drew* 
 

 
 
 
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 .' Comparison. 
 
 JL OM, all in raptures with his wife, 
 Cries out, "What beauty, fenfe and grace 1 
 " Thou Ibvely partner of my life, 
 Thy heart is fpotlefs as thy face.*' 
 
 Ill-natured William hung his head, 
 
 Well knowing Molly's face was freckled, % 
 
 Exclaims, I grant what you have faid 
 
 No frog was ever half fo fpecklcd. % \ 
 
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 A Device for a Quack's Coat ofArms\ 
 
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 ET two fmall fprigs with flow'rs be grac'd*. M 
 
 Beneath whofe fhclter one might fee ; . ., y ' 
 
 . Two gabbling ducks together plac'd, t 
 
 quack, quack, the motto be. 
 
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 F a: 
 
 
 
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 ... 
 
 Modern Sublimity in Poetry exempli 
 fied, 
 
 You afk me, dear Strephon, to tell you in rhyme 
 How a man can afpire to our modern fublime. 
 ' If fturdy Grimalkin foould rout in a trice, 
 
 And remorfelefs purfae, an whole army of mice, j 
 
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 Let Achilles chafe Hector, and that will fhew pat* 
 
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 The fear of a moufe, and the fpunk of a cat. 
 
 Should your bed belov'd fpamel unluckily die* 
 .Apollo mufl ftand with his handkerchief by. 
 
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 Or fliould a few elegant compliments pafs 
 To the girl you have made your poetical lafs, 
 Bring the fun from the ikies to compare with her pfnv - 
 Nor regard the dark ftate that the world will be in* 
 If you can but a few more foch objects compare,/ 
 You will hit all Our Modern Sublime to an hair- k 
 
On a ttttpid and an tfnpertintnt JPiw 
 ... . of Poetry.. '. 
 
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 VV ASPS may (ling, wid fliei may biu, 
 But when we feel the puny wound, 
 The trifling infects take* to flight, 
 
 Or elfe arc beaten to the ground* 
 
 
 
 ugs, that neither bite nor fti 
 Their weaknefs only can difplay \ 
 We fmile to fee a little thing 
 Get mad, and fret its rage away. 
 
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 Thus, Florio, when your lines I hear, f ; . 
 
 Their nonfenfe has no charms for me ; 
 
 .T^-v , ..., -. . 
 
 That filly hum, that lulls the ear, 
 
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 Proclaims the whitc-nos'd Humblc-Bcc^ , . 
 
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 Lines written on seeing d; Spider 
 weaving his JVeb on a Volume of 
 
 the Spectator. f 
 
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 W HO taught theC| cunning Engineer.!'. 
 To exercife thy labours here 
 Thy filmy parallels to run 
 Acrofs the page of Addifon ? 
 Has father Time, flufh'd with the fpoil* 
 Of modern authors, caus'd tnefe toils, 
 And fent thee here to circumvent 
 This fortrefs ftrong ? 'Tis time mifpent: ' ' 
 
 Sheer off, vrhile yet the co aft is clear, 
 For ruin gathers on thy rear. 
 But hadft. thou, mod fugacious elf! 
 Retreated to an upper fhelf, 
 Where bugs and' modern authors wait 
 And tremble at approaching fate,' 
 Thou might'ft have held pofTeflion free*. 
 At leaft from all attacks by me. 
 Sure no contention can arife 
 Where Jemmy Bofvrcll is the prize f! 
 
 
 
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 Lines in Modo 
 
 , 
 
 /7* */ well In own that Dr. D.iRtrttt, in hit Botanic 
 Garden, hat perfontfitd otyefft which, in tht latitude 
 he lot taken, will *ot admit of perfonif cation. A 
 Jfower, for inftance, may be p:rfon]fed to a female, fi. 
 far 09 to defence grace, delicacy and beauty s lut to 
 carry the allufion fo far at to include matrimony, it 
 farcical and ridiculous. Added to thit, he frequently 
 
 ~ tmployt the moft magnificent; oljetls in nature to illuf- 
 'trate the moft diminutive. 
 
 The Loves of Bason and Soap. 
 
 OEE, in the kitchen's dark and lonely cell, 
 
 The child of wo, a PEWTER BASON, dwell ! ' 
 
 Time was, alas ! not very far the day, 
 
 Her broad face glitter'd to the morning ray : 
 
 In all her native lovelinefs elate, 
 
 She fhone fuperior to the charms of plate. 
 
 How chang'd the fcene 1 in forrow's garb array'dj* 
 
 She pines and mourns, a folitary maid. 3 
 
 For SOAP her heart with love inceflknt burns,* 
 
 Smiles in his prefence, in his abfence mourns * 
 
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 But treacherous Soap, ah i too unfaithful fwain ! 
 
 Rejects, and Pcwter-Bafon mourns in vain. 
 Thus, in Idalia's grove, the Queen of Charms 
 Woo'd fair Adonis to her longing arms> $ 
 Ply'd ev'ry fond and wily female art* . . 
 
 To rule the emprefs of his ftubborn heart : 
 In vain flie ftrove ; in innocence fo coy, 
 
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 No charms could captivate the bafliful boy. 
 
 NOTES EXPLANATORY. 
 
 1. B ft/on, ,an utenfil, known by that name, to 
 contain water, or any thing elfe. 
 
 2. This alludes to the ancient cuftom of fcouring 
 pewter. 
 
 3. Pewter has this fmgular quality, that when 
 vnfcoured it prefents a dull and gloomy appear 
 ance i fo that it may properly be faid to be " r 
 ray* Jin tie garb of forrow." For further, informal 
 tion fee modern clofcts, pajjim+ 
 
 4. It is difficult to trace the invention of foap ; 
 however, the procefs feems to be this: a certain 
 quantity of water is filtrated through a proper 
 proportion of lime, greafe and afhes, which, being 
 boiled to a confidence, is very ferviceable in clean 
 ing the impurities of linen, &c. 
 
 5. The (lory of the loves of Venus and Adonis. 
 is well known to the lovers of heathen mythology. 
 
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 Impromptu on Lawyers. 
 
 JT1AVE you not feen a cat, for an hour without 
 fail, ^ 
 
 Run round her, and round her, in queft of her tail, 
 
 , 
 
 Till at laft, with a long and difconfolate face, 
 She leaves off her friikings, and gives up the chace ? 
 Thus fares it with Lawyers, when pleading in court ; . 
 Tofv'ry by-ftander they make the fame fport ; 
 When perplex'd, in the circle of logic they run, 
 And leave it more doubtful than vrhcn they begum. 
 
 A small Tribute to the Memory of 
 Peter Pindar. 
 
 VVHEN once my freeborn Mufe her verfc can 
 
 bend, 
 
 To violate the feelings of a friend ; 
 Search out alike the cottage and the throne, . . ' 
 y v To make our follies, not our virtues, known j *' 
 
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 Each trifling foible magnify to crime, 
 
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 And tattle 'it abroad in goffip rhyme ; 
 
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 And, by no fenfe of fhame or reafon aw*d, 
 
 Sport with religion, make a jeft of God j 
 
 I'll fearch out where thy cobwebb'd volume lies, 
 
 And read with rapture what I nov defpife. 
 
 To Orjnond. . . 
 
 JXlCHES and fplendour, birth and powV, 
 The child of folly may excufe, 
 But never for a finale hour r 
 
 , . ia-. .V\ 
 
 Could charm the hcav'ri-afpiring Mufc, 
 
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 The man vhofe inmoft foul is warm'd 
 By fancy's delicate delights, 
 Surely, my friend, was never form'd 
 To tempt Ambition's dang'rous heights. 
 
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 Wcrt thou, my Ormond, doom'd to pine, 
 A Have where fomc proud defpot reigns* 
 Say, would it cafe that heart of thine, 
 That thou wert bound in golden chains ? 
 
 The diadem, Ambition's prize, 
 Oft glitters on the brow of Sin j 
 And though its luftre charms the eyes, 
 Mark well what horrors dwell within ! 
 
 When once we wander from the 
 In fearch of happinefs elfewhere, 
 We feck, 'tis true, but never find, 
 The blifs that centres only there. 
 
 Some calm and elegant retreat, 
 Shaded by fome romantic tree, 
 Where we may fit in focial chat, 
 Is better far for you and me. 
 
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 Ifwf fo Rhymers. 
 
 H. . : . . u;, 
 ARD is the Poetafter's fate ! 
 
 To early rife, and fit up late} 
 
 With elbows and with knees quite bare, 
 
 To weave a fonnet for the fair. 
 
 CHORUS, 
 
 See the poet bite his pen, 
 Rhyme, and rhyme, an4 rhyme again, 
 
 The fair commands ; who dares refufc ? 
 Once more the poet plies his mufe. 
 And when his ftock of flatt'ry fails, 
 He bites invention from bis nails, 
 
 See the poet bite his pen, 
 
 Rhyme, and rhyme, and rhyme again* 
 
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 Poor Poet ! vain the joy of thine, 
 Though ladies prfiifc thy labour'd line, - 
 * Can praife o'er poverty prevail, 
 Or flatt'ry fave thee from the gaol ? 
 
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 See the poet bite his pen, 
 
 Rhyme, and rhyme, and rhyme again. 
 

 Poets, like painter*, muft prepare; - ' 1* . ' \< 
 
 The dimpling fmile, the flowing huir j . ,. { . , 
 And fpread ten thoufand charms to view, . . - 1 . IV 
 Which female beauty never knew. ...-. ;* 
 
 See the poet bite his pen, ' ' 
 Rhyme, and rhyme, and rhyme again. 
 
 Give me, great Gods ! a rich furloin, 
 A bumper foaming o'er with wine * ', 
 But if fuch bleffings ye refufe, 
 In pity fuve me from the Mule. 
 
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 See the poet bite his pen, ' . 
 
 Rhyme, and rhyme, and rhyme again. -; ; , 
 
 Ye Poets! once a brother hear: 
 
 " Stick the black pen behind the ear," 
 
 And labour, barter, talk or fight, 
 
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 In fhort, do any thing but write. 
 
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 See the poet bite his pen, 
 
 Rhyme, and rhyme, and rhyme again. 
 
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 More folid bleffings will be found 
 In one poor inch of real ground, 
 Than all the foil where poet* tell 
 Apollo and the mufes dwell. 
 
 See the poet bite hii pen, ' i: 
 
 Rhyme, and rhyme, and rhyme again. 
 
 An affecting Eclogue^ in the Style of 
 Coy, between Clodpole and Dobbin. 
 
 DOBBIN. 
 
 HEY, Cloddy ! where fo early in the mom fr' 
 See, fcarce the dew-drop fparkles on the tllorri * 
 The cock has feared 7 now begun hii note, 
 But you are here, dreft in your Sunday coat, 
 
 CLODDY. 
 
 Pray (lop me not ; to neighbour John's I fleer, 
 To get, if poffible, a mug of beer ; 
 
 And then to After Bet, for her to make 
 
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 jBome gingerbread, to ferve for marriage-cake. 
 
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 DOBBIN. 
 
 Hah ! who have you been courting ? no one, fure, 
 Would have a man fo wretched and fo poor ; 
 Your very (lockings, Clod, a motley pair, 
 Your great-grandfather oft to town did wear. 
 
 CLODDY. 
 
 Rail not at me i rcprefs thofe fland'rous tones, 
 Or elfe this crab-flick (hall aflail your bones ; 
 For know, my fweeteft Sue declar'd outright 
 
 That (he would have me 'fore to-morrow night* 
 
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 DOBBIN. ' ?\it 
 
 Ah 1 well I know that fair-one j oft would flit V* 
 
 Sit by the chimney-fide and talk with me j . . ., A, 
 
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 And there, reclining in the chair, would tell [fell | 
 
 Tor how much ducks, for how .much geefe, would 
 How fat her hogs had grown, and, in a trice, , 
 Could reckon what at market was their price. 
 
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 But though your Sue will make a lovely mate, 
 Trufl me, (he is not equal to my Kate. 
 
 CLODDY* 
 
 Oft would my Sue arife at break of day, 
 And to the field fkip merrily away ; 
 There would we hoe the hills of corn along, 
 And cheer our labours with a mutual fong j 
 And when we'd toil'd beneath the morning Am, 
 
 A routing kifs would tell our labour done. ' 
 
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 DOBBIN* 
 
 My deareft Kate, when laft I made my hay, 
 Would help her Dobbin all the livelong da/ ? 
 And when tir'd out, we left our rakes, and ftaid 
 Full half an hour beneath the chefnut (hade : . 
 
 She faid, (dill to her Dobbin ever true) 
 
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 All labour's light, if I can work for you } 
 
 Tii not long fmce, that two bird's-nefts I caught, 
 
 And to my Fair the handfome prefcnt brought j 
 
 
 
 
 
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 The eggs were fining, and, beautiful to view, 
 Hang on the looking-glafs of lovely Sue. 
 
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 CLODDY* 
 
 When neighbour Jerry had his hulking done, 
 Two ears of corn 1 found, that grew in one ; 
 I gave the ears to Kate, and faid, Pray take 
 And keep them facred, for your Cloddy *s fake } 
 And thus, faid I, may we in marriage join ! 
 Kate blufh'd like fire, and faid, Your words are mine. 
 
 DOBBIN. 
 
 Ned's AAer Marg'rct, in her fuit fo brown, 
 Will ev'ry day ride Sorrel to the town t 
 But Sufan fwears flic ne'er abroad will roam, 
 
 But, like her coffet, always ftay at home* 
 
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 CLODDY*. 
 
 Oft will my cattle fweat beneath the yoke j 
 
 When tir'd with work, 'they'll loll their tongues 
 
 fmokc. 
 
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 But) Kate ! your burthen ii not half To tight j 
 Love's " yoke is eafy, and his labour light." 
 
 DOBBIN. 
 
 Let towns-folk curl and powder up their hair* 
 And fmell fo fwect with the perfumes they 
 Let the town girls in filks and chintzes trail, 
 And, like our oxen, wear a length of tail ; 
 With gauze and pafteboard let them load the crown,- 
 And (hew like haycocks tumbled upfide down ; 
 My lovely Sue, in country neatnefs dreft, 
 Will look to me more handfome than the beft. 
 
 
 Poor William's Address. 
 
 ONCE more Poor William haftens to addrefi 
 The friends of freedom, patrons of the prefs. 
 Permit a haplefs object to implore 
 What charity can give $ he a&s no more. 
 
O'er my dark fate no happy Genius fmil'd ; 
 Misfortune clsumM me for her fav'rite child. 
 Born, all th woes of poverty to feel, 
 1 wander wretched} tafte the fcanty meal* 
 While feftive pleafure revels out the night, 
 And the gay heart ftill flutters with delight ; 
 While with loud mirth the focial halls rcfound, 
 And fong and dance and merry jell go round j 
 Some dill untafle J pleafure to impart, 
 Some frefh enjoyment for the languid heart, 
 Surfeit with tranfport, yet ftill craving more ; 
 I brave the blaft that whittles round the door* 
 Think then how hard for poverty to bear 
 The nipping fharpnefs of the winter air !; 
 Ye fair ! whole fweetnefs ev'ry charm endear^ v 
 Thro* whofc mild orbs compaffion pours her tears, 
 From you I crave what charity can give > 
 O ! teach a fon of forrow how to live. 
 
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 To you, while journeying thro* this vale of tears* 
 May Heav'n, aufpicious, grant a length of years fc . 
 
May calm contentment hail each rifing ray r 
 
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 And pleafure clofe with cv'ry cloflng day . . 
 And ne'er be doqm'd to feel, in life's decline, 
 Thofe woes of which fo large a fliare is mine* 
 
 A Ghost. 
 
 Vy H AT boding misfortune^ my dear little child, 
 Makes your heart fweff with anguifh, your eyef 
 
 overflow?- < r, 
 
 Perhaps I may baaifh thofe tumults fo wild j 
 If not,, my fond heart (hall refpond to your wor * 
 
 Sure fuch lovely innocence never could harm f 
 Or, if indifcretion has led thee aftray, 
 Such beauty celeftial would prove as a charm, > 
 To drive all the pow'r of refentment away* ; 
 
 
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 Ah I no, fir : as late, yonder manfion I pafs'd, 
 The fcene was all gloomy, the night wind blew bold, 
 1 heard the loud fliriek of a Ghofl in the blurt , 
 That made my warm blood with amazement nm 
 cold. 
 
 My heart funk within me, I fhook with affright \ 
 I flew from the place, and look'd anxioufly round j 
 
 When the Ghoft ftood before me, all difmally white, 
 
 . 
 
 Where yonder hoarfe ivy fhakes over the ground. 
 
 Some night-wilder'd trav'lcr was murder'd this way j 
 (So ancient tradition confirms the report) 
 
 V . . 
 
 His fpeclre fUll vifits the moon's pallid ray, 
 And makes this the haunt of his gloomy refcrt . 
 
 Oh ! nufH all thofe idle fufpicions, my dear ! 
 
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 They are vifions created by Fancy's defign i 
 
 No ugly old fpeclre {hall-dare to appear, 
 
 And haunt ib much beauty and virtue as tkiftc. 
 
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 ?S T ow while the full moon ftincs fo clear in the. (kf, 
 And the night winds DO longer make temped and 
 
 rout, ^ 
 
 Together, my fair one, our courage we'll tryy 
 To wander thefe defolate ruins about. 
 
 See here is the. ivy, the ghoft-hauntcd fpot, . 
 But where is the fellow that caus'd thy affright ? 
 His late evening walk he has furely forgot 
 Or perhaps does not rife quite fo early to-night. 
 
 If yonder white cat, who fits wailing aloud, 
 And demands of thy charity only a bone, 
 Will do for a ghoft, and her fur for a lhroud 
 
 The fpirit is laid, and the charm is undone. 
 
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 The critic may laugh, and the gentleman Had 
 Ample caufe, in this ftory, to fneer and to hifs i 
 I appeal to jhe common good fcnfe of mankind;, - 
 If the world does, not furntfh fuch folty as. this. 
 
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 The tippler, who f\v ills down hit bumpers all 
 Is chang'd to a.fottifh and overgrown dunce j . i 
 For fear that repentance is time thrown away, 
 Gives his char after all to perdition at once. 
 
 The hero, who drives to ennoble his name 
 By the (laughter and carnage of all human kind, 
 May think that he guides the proud chariot of fame, 
 While the poor little lacquey rides blinking behind* 
 
 The wo-bcgone lover, who trolls out the praife 
 Of the damfcl coquettifli, who flights all his pray'rs, 
 May fow, and expeft a fine produce to raife, 
 But will foon reap a plentiful harvcft of tares. 
 
 The poor poetafter (0 ! how my brain reels 1) 
 Thinks malice and envy known only by fneers ; 
 Still plods on, arid rhymes on ; poor culprit ! he 
 
 feels 
 No gift from Apollo, but Midas's-ears. 
 
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 All thefe are but Fancy's delufions at moft ; 
 Dclufions which Prudence can ever fubdue. 
 Each employment, each pleafure, has always its 
 
 Ghofti 1 . 
 
 Then ftall not the girl in her turn laugh at you ? - 
 
 !! 
 
 'Lines written on being wakened in 
 Sickness by a Serenade at the Win* 
 dow. 
 
 feverlfh dreams ! the progeny of care, 
 Nor with falfe terrors hover round my head \ 
 Avaunt ! ye grifly fpe&rcs of defpair ! 
 
 Nor dance with demon raptures round my bed. 
 
 
 
 No more the fhriek of Innocence I hear ; 
 Dark) filent-footcd Murder drops his knife i 
 No more mine eyes furvey the blood-ftain'd bicf, 
 I wake once more to extacy and life. 
 
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 A ftrain melodious, cxquifitely 
 
 On every fcnfe with thrilling rapture deals, 
 
 4* 
 (Now finking low, now fwelling loud, aloft) 
 
 Difpch the horrors demon Fancy feels. 
 
 O, \vhen this feverifli dream of life is o'er, 
 
 ! 
 
 May David's harp, to fuch high raptures giv'n, 
 Wear out the pangs that dying nature bord, 
 And foothe my fpirit in its flight to heav'ri ! 
 
 On seeing the Body of a dead Horse 
 unburied. 
 
 Y E who, with ftupid falfehood, love to preach 
 Of man's perfection, and fuch childifh tales, f -? 
 O hufli a moment flop the idle fpeech j 
 Let ftubborn fa& convince, v;hen reafoil fails. 
 
 Oft have 1 fecn this courfcr fpurn the rein, 
 Proud of the fiilfe applaufes of mankind ; 
 Diilcnd his cheft, exalt his flowing mane, 
 And leave the lagging tempcft far behind. 
 
76. 
 
 But now, iinthought of, fmcc -his race is run, 
 (Such is the (late of virtue here below) 
 His bones are left to whiten in the fun, 
 His flefli to gorge the carrion-haunting crow. 
 
 Vail is the bofom of our mother earth j 
 
 Could thy poor remnants find no refuge there ? 
 
 She gave alike to men and horfes birth, 
 
 And both alike are objefts of her care. 
 
 Yes, to our fliame and forrow be it faid, 
 The fervile poet trolls the flatt'ring line j 
 The marbled monument hides many an head 
 \Vhofe worth, poor courfer I never equall'd thine* 
 
 Why fhould my penfive Mufe relutfant tell, 
 That thy poor wither'd bones unearth'd remain ? 
 While the great hero who with glory fell 
 Still moulders difregarded on the plain. 
 
 If no dark raven ever flutter 1 d round, 
 And with unhallow'd pounces tore the head, 
 Yet Scandal ftill inflifts a deeper wound, 
 And revels on the glory of the dead. 
 
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 Epitaph on an Indian. 
 
 rl ERE, in the gloomy regions of the dead, 
 
 The child of forrow refts his humble head j 
 
 No learning taught his rugged foul to rife, 
 
 And bound his broad refearches by the ikies. 
 
 But Ample Nature form'd her* artlefs chil J, 
 
 And touch'd his bofom with affe&ions mild. 
 
 Pure as his native ftream his thoughts would flow j 
 
 He felt) and he reltev'd, a brother's wo. 
 
 Prom heav'n no beams of chriftian glory fliin'd, 
 
 To break the native darknefs of his mind j 
 
 On the drear mountain's defolate abode 
 
 He hop'd, in death, to meet his humble God: 
 
 Where, free from ambufli, free from ev'ry fear, 
 
 The ftiades of men. might chafe the (hades of deer ; 
 
 Where 'midft their tribes the found "of war fhould 
 
 ceafe, . 
 And all fhould fmoke the 'calumet of peace.. 
 
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 Qfe, blufh, thou Chriftian I while a Savage lives 
 In the calm light his native confcience gives, 
 Steadfaft purfues his duty to the end, 
 And meets his God as man would meet a friend j 
 Whilft you, amidft the blazc of chriftian light, 
 Where ev'ry duty glares on ev'ry fight, 
 Still from the facred paths of virtue ftray, 
 And turn your vifage from the gofpel ray* 
 
 'Epitaph for the Grave-Stone of a near 
 and much-respected Relation. 
 
 \VHILE coldi and fpeechic& lies that lif clefs . 
 
 form, 
 
 Which once was with each godlike virtue warm, 
 Which for the poor and needy wrought relief, 
 And loft its fuff 'rings in another's grief | 
 Applauding Seraphs hail thy happier fhade. 
 To brighter realms, where no rude dorms invade. 
 
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 Epitaph on a Sailor who died at Sea, 
 
 and who had a Grave-Stone inscri 
 bed to his Memory. 
 
 L/N a far diftant fliore his body lies, 
 Where no parental hand can clofe his eyes ? 
 But^trav'ler ! while you walk this grave around, 
 And view the fculptur'd ftone, and rifing mound* 
 Let the foft figh of forrow languifli here-,. 
 And Pity's eyelids flpw. with grief fincere* 
 
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 On the death of my much-respected 
 Friend^ Mr. Samuel Danforth, of 
 Providence. 
 
 JLfET no intruding footfteps wander near* 
 Where Friendfliip flops to fhed the filent tear. 
 To mourn thy lof$ K O DAKFORTH ! I invoke 
 
 No clam'rous Raven from the blafted oak. ? 
 
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 Such Flattery may write, and fuch applaud j . f ' 
 But Friendship touches on a finer chord. , ^ x ,, r> 
 The folemn grove, the heart-congenial, fliade, , ,^ 
 More fuits my foul than Fancy's vain parade. 
 I feck the man whofe worth my heart revcres 
 I find him only in Affection's tears. 
 In the gay mom of life, in virtue's bloom, 
 He fell a victim to the fatal tomb. 
 
 like the funeral marble, lur J and col 
 
 
 To future ngcs have their virtues told ^ 
 Kiches the lie to diftant times may give, 
 
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 And fcrvilc Hutt'ry bid their glories live. 
 
 But thy dear name (hall have no meaner part, ,, . 
 
 FuM in the core of ,Fricndfliip's bleeding heart ' % 
 
 When thcfe poor limbs (hall lie outftretch'd and col< 
 And join in wedlock with theircov'ring mould* 
 May thy kind angel iland ut Mercy's door, 
 
 And teach my in taut fpirit where to four. 
 
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 Epitaph to the Memory of a dear de 
 parted Brother. 
 
 DEPARTED friend ! why fhoald I mourn, 
 And tread dark Melancholy's plains ? 
 Why fliould I dew with tears die urn 
 That now preferves thy dear remains ? 
 
 Tho' cold, beneath the dampy fod, 
 Thy limbs in peaceful flumbcr lie, 
 Thy fpirit fecks a gracious God, 
 And flits its paflage through the flcy. 
 
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 What joy xnuft heave that bread of thine, 
 To quit this jarring, earthly fphere, 
 When the full chorus, all divine, 
 Breaks in loud rapture on the ear ! 
 
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 I mark the day's impetuous flight \ 
 Behind the mountain finks the fun, 
 While flufhes of departed light 
 In ling'ring dreams of glory run. 
 
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 'Tis thus, dear friend ! thy fplcndour fliews 5 
 Here aching Friendllu'p feeks reliefi . 
 
 In Mem'ry's foft, reflected hues, 
 That fkirt th* horizon of my grief. 
 
 The fon of poverty, forlorn, 
 Oft bows liis knees, both bare and old, 
 To haughty greatnefs \ meets with fcorn, 
 And fiiivcrs in the winter cold. 
 
 When from thy hofpitable door 
 The wand'ring pilgrim e'er would go, - 
 A glimpfe of joy, unknown before, 
 Would fparlle in the eye of Wo* 
 
 Wnen the fierce fever's burning pains 
 
 Had fcorch'd the wretch on mis'ry's bccV -i 
 
 When tortures tore his fickly veins, 
 
 And throbs convulfive rack'd his head i 
 
 To him thy kind relief was giv'n, 
 If human pow'r could fet him free j < 
 
 If not, his fighs and groans to Heav'n 
 Were mingled with a pray'r for thec* 
 
 
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 Why fhould my plaintive numbers flow ? 
 All mud obey the dread beheft : ' 
 Here muft the fons of joy and wo 
 Alike recline their heads to red, 
 
 When the cold clay and chilling fod 
 Shall prefs thefe weary, aching eyes, 
 O may I give my foul to God, 
 And like thy glorious fpirit rife J 
 
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 To a Ring-Dove; in Imitation of 
 Dr. Heattie's Song of the Hermit. 
 
 1 why, lovely Mourner ! that mufical fall, 
 That accent, that fpeaks a difconfolate mind ? 
 Does fome hidden tumult thy bofom appal, 
 That leaves the fad fting of reflexion behind ? 
 
 The caufe of thy forrow full well I difccm ; 
 ' The feafons of beauty and pleafure are pad : 
 Yet filcnce, dear mourner ! they foon fhall returftf 
 And nature with beauties be frefli oycrcuft. 
 
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 Though now dreary winter howls over the plain, 
 
 Though die brooks ceafe to murmur, the rallies to 
 
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 Yet earth fliall be cloth'd in her fragrance again, 
 And creation revive, in the fplendour of Spring. 
 
 Ye woodlands, that lately were filver'd by flow'rs, 
 My mind into rapture was kindled by you ; 
 
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 Now Fancy impatiently waits for the hours 
 
 Whsn Spring's fairy pencil your charms fliall renew* 
 
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 How changed in a moment the furface of things ! 
 The woodlands and gardens are cover'd with fnows. : 
 Soon Zephyr fhall flutter your leaves with his wings, 
 And bathe his light limbs in the dews of the roic. 
 
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 E'en now, deareft warbler J my fancy can fee 
 
 The feafon of blifs in futurity roll ; 
 
 The far-fpreading verdure, the white-blooming tree; 
 
 And the funfhiue of extacy burfts on my foul. 
 
Then, lovely complamer ! fori>ear thy fbft lays, 
 
 Nor grieve for thofe bleffings which Spring {halj 
 
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 But mourn for the current of man's fleeting dayi, 
 That feafon which flies, and revifittno more* 
 
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 To a Friend who was about to embark > 
 for a Foreign Country. ., \*** 
 
 Friend, my foul's far better part ! 
 Mud I no more converfe with yon ? 
 Ah ! no j the pang that rends my -heart 
 Proclaims the difmal tidiqgs true. 
 
 Methinks, ev'n now, I fee. thec Oand, ., ., , ,.- ; \ 
 -Gazing with rctrofpeftive eye, 
 Where the blue billow laves the land, i 
 
 And pouring Friendfbip's facred ^h v ^ 
 
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 I fee the flUp, with fpreading fail, 
 And pendant dreaming idly gay, 
 Waiting the firft propitious gale, ^ 
 
 To bear my heart's bed hope away. 
 
 O'er Georgia's melancholy downs, 
 Where peftilential vapours meet, 
 And the hot fun malignant frowns, 
 I trace thy flowly.wand'ring feet* 
 
 Oh ! let this hour of parting run 
 Afldc from all unhaJ10Vd mirth > 
 . Retire awhile to think of one 
 Who felt and who rcver'd thy worth* 
 
 
 Or, if thy fcftive friends around 
 Prefs thee thy glafs once more to fill, 
 Let this defponding hour be found 
 The facrament of Friendfhip ftill. 
 
 And when thy lips (hall prefs the edge, 
 Let no lafcivious toad decoy, 
 
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 But give, ('tis facred Friendship's pledge) ' 
 The mem'ry of departed joy. 
 
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 o Childhood. ., ? .ft 
 
 CHILDHOOD! how fweet is thy day, v 
 Thy paftime how pleafant and fair ! 
 
 Beyond thee, whatever men fay, 
 
 1 fee nought but forrow and care. 
 
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 For Childhood will often amufe - *' ; ; <A 
 
 With profpecls no feafon can bring : . .. 
 The infant, who fports in the dews, 
 
 Believes all his life-time a fpring. 
 
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 Though petty misfortune may frowa . >.: 
 Awhile on the head of the boy, .,:.!. v. 
 The tear, that rolls gracefully down, 
 Is chas'd by the fmile of his joy. 
 
 Proud Manhood ! though wider thy range, , . ,/ 
 
 Thou, for pleafure which Fancy beftows, 
 
 Canft only obtain, in exchange, 
 
 The heart-finking preflure of woes. ' 1 - ^ 
 
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 Falfe vifions of tranfport ! away ! 
 
 Your prefence mo more I can bear : ~ ] ;, ^.. 
 
 My foul, when it pants for the day, 
 
 Still peeps through the bars of my care, , 
 
In- manhood, Ambition will rule, 
 The heart's tranquil moments devour ; 
 Wind her rays round the head of the fool, ' 
 Or give him the fceptre of pow*r*. 
 
 Round his treafure pale Avarice walks, 
 And anxioufly guards it alone ; 
 Each finer enjoyment he baulks, 
 
 And turns the warm heart to a (tone. 
 
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 Omnipotent Love may bequeath 
 Boauty's flow'r, that enraptures the eyes | 
 But (brink, lovely youth 1 for beneath', 
 
 The ferpent of Jealoufy lios. 
 
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 Falfe Friendship difplay* all her charms, 
 And, firen-like, lulls thee to reft j ( . , ,M i - ; 
 But ftill, in the grafp of her arms, 
 Her dagger is felt at the breaft. 
 
 This world is all forrow and ft rife j 
 
 And he, who fhould vainly prefumc 
 
 To retire from the troubles of life, .',.'-', V !.'.'. 
 
 Maft feck his repofc in the tomb. ' . '. 
 
Nor would I prefumptuous complain : 
 The Father of Mercy and Love 
 Has doom'd us to forrow and pain, 
 Bat to wean us for bleffings above. 
 
 - Ode to Health. 
 
 DlVINE HYOBIA ! lift thy wingj 
 Forfake awhile thy downy bed j 
 Come in tHe fragrance of the fpring,, 
 And fcatter rofes round 'my head. 
 Or, if thou feek'fl the mountain's breezy height, 
 Qrtread'ftwith fairy feet the fpanglcd lawn, 
 Catching with anxious ey the beam! of light, 
 That fire the ruddy cheeks of early' dawn j 
 O come, thy facred charms around difFufe j 
 
 Bathe my. bet temples with thy cooling dcwi.. 
 
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 Or if, in th'y immortal bow V, 
 Thou fhun'ft th' obtrufive blaze of day, 
 Guarding from harm the tender flow' r, 
 by the genial breath of May. \ : 
 
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 Or if thou winded down the mazy dance, 
 With aft the nymphs and dryad* of the wood, 
 In graves impervious to the folar glance, 
 Or bath' ft thy lucid limbs in yonder flood I , 
 Attend, fair Goddefs ! lull me to repofe> 
 And pour a fwcet oblivion on my woes* 
 
 Fair Nymph ! in thy refplendent train 
 No gloomy thoughts and cares appear t / f 
 -The captive joyful ftiakes his chain> 
 And fmiles content when thou art near $ 
 Poflefs'd of thce, forgets awhile his home, 
 The lov'd companion of his youthful mirtl^ 
 The fpot where once his footfteps lovM to. roam t 
 His children, prattling round his focial hearth. 
 Thy pow'r, Hygeia, ibothes bis tortur'd breaft> 
 And rocks his ftormy pafllons into reft. 
 
 Beneath the yew-tree's death-like flvade, 
 Ah ! who can confolalion find ? 
 There oft my weary limbs arc laid | 
 1 fhrink at every paJQjng wind, . 
 Tkcre will the tainted breath, by ficknei 
 Heave through th grafs an intermittent. figh> 
 
And feem to fay, mau I thy }oy$ are flown j 
 Child of the moment ! thou ft alt fhortly die. 
 Give me, fair Nymph ! awhile to fhun my doom 
 A fliort, fhort refpite from the fatal tomb. 
 
 Few are the pleafures of mankind : 
 Corroding cares, in grim array, 
 Glare fierce and gloomy on the mind* 
 And drive the trembling Joys awny. 
 The pale confumptfon's flow and patient courfe ' 
 With our weak nature holds inceflam flrife, 
 But the fierce fever's more impetuous force 
 Flies through the veins, and fattens on the life. 
 Unhappy man ! where'er your eyes you turn, 
 You look for pleafure ftill you find an unu 
 
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 Hygeia ! thou canft charm awhile, 
 From Sorrow wipe the burning tear ; 
 
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 Pale Anguiftj, with a faded fmilc, 
 
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 Beholds thy fairy footfteps near. 
 
 Come, then, propitious to my {uppliant cries ; 
 Let me behold thy bufHns gem* d with dews f , . 
 Bring with thee vernal airs ajid cloudlcfs Ikics^ . 
 And, laft of all, the tyng-fo,rfajke,n Mufc*, ., .^ j ^ 
 
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Then (hall my (imple pipe, and merry lay, 
 One* more refound, and foothe my weary 
 
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 Qde to Sleep.. 
 
 CjRlfcF and care awhilt fufpended>, 
 Now I feck my downy bed ;, 
 And, by midnight (hades befriended^ . 
 Calm. content, (lull wrap my, head.. 
 
 Man ! though thoufand fears alarm you*. 
 Though Misfortune fcowls unbleft,, , . , ; 
 
 No dark terrors here (hall harm you?, 
 Lovely is the bed of reft*. t 
 
 Bleffihgs to the God of Heaven^. 
 
 That a time 19 fet apart, 
 
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 When afweet repofe is given- 
 
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 To the tortures of the heart.. 
 
 Sailors, on th'e troubled ocean;, * ' 
 
 By rude billows rock'd to deep,, 
 Loft in pleafure'4 fweet 'emotion^, 
 
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Lovefick fhepherds ! doomM. Jo. Ungu}(V . .r. t 
 Give your fond complainings q'erj/.. '..... -, .4, 7 ^ . 
 Sleep, in pity to your angutfh, 
 Shall your abfent fair reftore. 
 
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 Kings and beggars, here repofmg, , 
 
 Lofe awhile their cares and pain ; .. .'* . . >i i 
 
 Till the morn, her face difclofihg, , h . 1 ' 
 
 Wake their eyes and carei again. ; v- - :.:> .' i'i 
 
 Round the beggar, Fancy, flutter I 
 
 Scatter round thy fairy fchexhes;: ' r 
 
 Let no cruel demon mutter, ? ! . , ?-wrk - , ' 
 
 All his joys are empty drcaroi.. -J u Hi :V\ 
 
 Let ideal diamonds twinHe T-^ f! ;! i-r ^ v. . ' . 
 
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 On the beggar,*i; Avretdied head j - .-; * y vr.; 
 Rofy joy, without a wrinkle^ i ; ' -'' - 
 
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 Smile ferenely round his bed. ' ':*.-. 
 
 
 
 Monarch ! with thy hoards of treaAirei ; " * N 
 And ye, mighty princes ! fay, . . \ 1 
 
 Who enjoys more realpkafor^ !>.ci. , \ ., . ;. , 
 Kings by night, or kings>y dyj ^ 
 
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Exile t wherefoe'er you wander* ; 
 
 By the lonely ftrenm or hill,' 
 Ceafe on prefent woes to ponder t 
 You (hall find enjoyment Hill. 
 
 Nightly to your home returning, .;,.>.' , . - 
 Then, poor exile ! you (hall fee '. . V ;.'.> ', r 
 The dear babes, with rapture burning, . . ,... 
 Prattle on their parent's knee. .. .;."..:.-.<' 
 
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 Now your tong-lov'd wife enfolds youtf . .IJ.T- i 
 
 While the tear-drop dews her cheek} '. .. /; ::;; , i 
 Still Hie weeps, and dill {he holds you } ;: ^ ' : ~ 
 EC (bey forbids to fpeak. ...,'. 
 
 Guilt atone, with horror ffiiHhgi. 
 Haunts the peaceful bow'n of fleep $ 
 Whether deeping or awaking, 
 
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 Still the wretch is doom'd 
 
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 ^ n g a 7 youth, or age grown hoary,/ 
 
 May my foul depart in blifs ; " 
 
 
 Sleep in peace, and wake to glory,. 
 hi a better world thutn this.t 
 
 
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 Lints to the Memory of that excellent 
 ish Poet, Cowper, 
 
 MUSE who never bow'd the knee 
 To haughty Greatnefs, Wealth or Pow'r, 
 Prefents with trembling hands to thec 
 The tribute of a fading flow'r, 
 
 by the hallow'd hands of Fame j 
 
 the garland Heav'n beftows, 
 by the hallow'd hands of Far 
 ^ The wreath celeftial flow'rs compofe 
 
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 Shall bloom perennial round thy name. 
 
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 Thy voice proclaimed to guilty men, 
 Repentance (hall a pardon find ; 
 While truth, refplendent, frorn thy pen, 
 Hafh'd terrors on the atheift mind, 
 
 Religion penfively (nail turn, . 
 With forrow (beaming from her 
 And, pointing to thy hallow'd urn, 
 Eiclaim, Tis there my champio^ licf. 11 ^ 
 
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 The fwc,et reward that waits the juft, . 
 The praif* of ever doing wtUt \ ' 
 Shall pour a radiance .round thy boil, 
 And Time's oblivious touch repel 
 
 JLines addressed to a Lady who shed 
 Tears at reading a Novel entitle^ 
 
 " Clarissa" 
 
 AH ! ceafc, my fair-onel ceafe dfat tear j ' 
 
 The volume of misfortune clofe : 
 
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 That lucid pearl is much too dear 
 
 To barter for L ; \\ woes. 
 
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 Truft me, ClarifTa never kneir 
 The forrows which thpfc eyel deplore $ : ! 4 ' -'^ 
 And, if (he did, would fly to you, ' ^'* f ' i' v 
 
 And in your pity feel no more* 
 
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 Think of tlie poor, difabled wretch , j 
 
 Who has not where t;o lay his head; . ^ r 5,, *\ 
 No fupplicating arms to ftretch, ,, . <, r-fiV'' r 
 And beg of thee his daily bread. 
 
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 Think what the Tailor's heart appals, 
 Doom'd o'er tcmpefluous fcas to roam j 
 When Death proclaims, in furious (quails, 
 Prepare to die thy time is come. 
 
 Think of the dungeon captive's fate, 
 Who, doom'd to pine his life away, 
 Glares dark and hopelefs through his grate, 
 
 And peeps at liberty and day. 
 
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 Think what the widow's foul endures, 
 
 When want invades her humble fhcd; 
 
 'Who, with a tender heart like yours, 
 
 Mourns for a much-lov'd husband dead* 
 
 Tlicfc arc not woes which Fiflion draws, 
 Which make thofe fliining eyes o'crflow-; 
 But fuch as God's eternal laws , 
 
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 Have doom'd unhappy man to know.. 
 
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 When thou, dear maid 1 cunft not relieve, 
 
 t,et Pity heave die tender figh j . ; : . '.3 C 1 M 
 
 Then ccafe for fancy* J woes to grieve/. :> -; ; ,*f t 
 And throw the trifling novel by- , \-.\i ' ' 
 
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William and Mary: a Ballad. 
 
 IT was a ftormy winter night, 
 
 The wind and fnow tempeftuous beat j 
 
 No diflant cottage fhed a light, 
 
 To gnide the traveler's doubtful feet j 
 
 When MARY, in her fhed reclin'df 
 By boding apprehenfions torn ? 
 Heard the loud fhriek of ev'ry wind, 
 And figh'd for WILLIAM'S quick return* 
 
 Hark ! 'twas a footftep at the door I 
 Fond expectation flops the tear ; 
 Alas ! 'twas but the tempeft's roar, 
 For Mary fees no William near. 
 
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 Now the lad flirub has fed the fires, 
 
 And now the mould'ring embers deep \ 
 Poor Mary to her couch retires, 
 Until the morn's return, to weep. 
 
 Hufh thee ! hufh thte ! my lovely child \ 
 Fear not the fury of the ftorm 5 
 For, tho' the tempeft roars fo wild, * 
 My bofoxn fhall preferve thee warm/ 
 
That innocence, that cherub air, 
 
 Shall plead before th' Almighty's throne ; 
 
 Propitious Heav'n (hall hear the pray'r, 
 
 And fave a father to my fon. * 
 
 Alas ! that figh ! what difmal found ! 
 Methought I heard my hufband near j 
 No, 'twas the wind, that, whittling round, 
 Sinks my poor throbbing heart with fear. 
 
 Her tender frame could bear no more, 
 
 Exhaufted Mary finks to reft t : 
 
 
 Now Fancy labours to reftore 
 
 Contentment to her troubled breaft. '> ' 
 
 Dreft in the robei of rofy light, 
 Such robes as pureft angels wear, 
 She faw the form of William, bright 
 And glorious, hov'ring in the air. 
 
 Around his head a wreath was worn, 
 Compos'd of heav'n's unfading blooms, V . ( 
 Dipp'd in the fplendours of the morn, 
 That flied a (how'r of fweet perfumes. 
 
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 Yet fUll a melancholy grace, 
 Whene'er he caft his eyes btlow, 
 O'crfpread the radiance of his fact ; 
 Ccleftial tears were fecn to flow. 
 
 
 
 He led her to ambrofial bow'ri, 
 Hung with the fweeteft blooms of fpring, 
 Where, 'midft the fragrance of the flow'rs, . 
 An angel's voice was heard to fing. 
 
 Far as her mortal ye could ken, 
 She faw, entranced in fweet amaze, 
 The fpirits of the righteous men, 
 Tuning their harps to fongi of praife. 
 
 And fuch, faid William, is tliy lot, 
 
 When the (hort fcene of life is o'er j 
 
 Then, lovely Mary ! forrow not, 
 
 For one, and but one, trial more* 
 
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 Thrice did her arms impafficm'd cla/p 
 The dear delufion, thrice it broke, 
 And mildly fhrunk from vry grafp, 
 While, warm with rapture, Mary woke. 
 
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 And Mary now, with heart at cafe, 
 Too fondly dreams her luff 'ring's o'er j 
 She flies to greet, but, Oh i {He fees . 
 Her William frozen at the door. 
 
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 Oh ! gracious Father t hear her pray*r 
 
 The feeble bars of life remove, 
 And let this fond and faithful pair ', 
 Find reft from all their woes above? * * 
 
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 Watch o'er the infant's helplefs days ; 
 Tis thou who hear'ft the raven's cry j 
 And furely, when a mother prays, 
 Thy pow'rful aid is ever nigh. 
 
 Lines written on hearing a Man af- 
 tempt to prove that there was no 
 God, ^ 
 
 TELL me, proud difputant ! why . 
 Thy heart muft give thy tongue the lie I 
 Say, when you contemplate the tomb, 
 And think of judgment, foou to some,. , , , 
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 Dow not rcmorfc your bofom fill ? 
 
 Do not your veiru with horror chill J 
 
 Do you not tremble with amaze* 
 
 And pant for longer, longer days ? 
 
 Sigh at the fctting of the fun, 
 
 And fear thy race of life is run ? 
 
 Thcfe fecrct thoughts, thefc horrid fttngt, 
 
 Are but the proofs which conference brings* 
 
 To (hew there is a God, to you, 
 
 Of ju(\ice and of judgment too. 
 
 Lines written on seeing a Grave with- 
 out a Stone. 
 
 ALAS ! no. fcutcheon'd marfcle-here difplays, 
 In long-drawn eulogies, thy nanw and worth ; 
 Such fcrvilc homage Adulation pays. 
 
 To a poor, mould'ring clod of common earth.. 
 
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 The pompous eulogy, emblazon'd high, 
 
 With all the glare that Flatt'ry can beftow, 
 In fplendid falfehood ftrikes the traveler's eye>. 
 And makes the filly tear of pity flow.. 
 
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 The fculptor'i chifcl, nnd die poct'a pen, 
 To late pofterity have often told* 
 Of deeds of mat chiefs virtue, done by men * 
 Whofe very mern'rie* make the blood run coldi 
 
 Oft from mine eyes do tears indignant 
 When fuch detcfted flatteries they fcan ; 
 Oft does rcfentmcnt heave my fwelling heart r, 
 I mourn the fad depravity of man. 
 
 The yellow cowflip, and the vi'lct blue,. 
 The pallid daify, glowing by tliy fide, 
 Are all, poor peafant i that remain to you }. 
 But Nature gives what haughty man dcny'dt. 
 
 Sweet, fimple trophies ! and to me more 
 Than all the arrogance of letter'd lore :. 
 Receive the tribute of a parting tear, 
 Warm from my heart;.- a bard can give no morev. 
 
 Written during a Snwo-Storm*. 
 
 W OW o'er the world reigns horrible Defpair, 
 And Winter, rob'd in clouds, tremendous roars ;; 
 
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 Rides in the whirlwind thro' the turbid air, 
 And drives the fleet tempeftuous at the doors. 
 
 Daughter of nris'ry f in this dreadful ftorm, 
 
 What poor relief can fympathy impart ? 
 
 could the tender tear of pity warm 
 
 The life-blood freezing round thy drooping heart I 
 
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 On beds of down thou once could'ft find rpofe 
 And balmy flumbers clos'd thy joy-bright eyes $ 
 But now thy pillow is the drifted fnows, 
 Thine only covering the cold winter flues. t 
 
 E'en now, alas i in thy parental fold, 
 Doarer than life, thy infant is comprefs'd j * 
 Thro* ev'ry vein he feels the curdling cold, ( 
 And clings for fuccour to thy frozen breafL 
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 Ye cold and cruel hearts, jvho never felt 
 Of free benevolence the rapt'rous- glow j 
 O, could my Mufe's fire your bofoms melt, 
 And make the dreams of fweet companion flow U 
 
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 From you, while flumb'rmg on your beds of down, 
 No tear of tranfient pity ever dole : 
 Ev'n cruel Winter, with his rugged frown, 
 Shoots not fuch thrilling horror to the foul. 
 
 Parent of Nature ! whofc almighty voice 
 Can hufli the ragings of the troubled fca, 
 Whofe fmiles make Nature s drooping heart rejoice; 
 The wretched foul for fuccour flics to thee. 
 
 
 Before thy throne the trembling foul appears, 
 
 Anxious and fhiv'ring at thine awful nod ; 
 And Mercy's Angel, with cclcftial tears, 
 Pleads for the mild companion of a God. 
 
 Thou know*ft what pangs the wretched muft endure, 
 By cruel man's precarious bounty fed ; 
 Once on the earth thou wand'redft meek and poor, 
 And found'ft no Iheltcr for thy facred head. 
 
 
 
 When cruel man bears an imperial fway, 
 May thy kind pow*r ths tyrant's rage controuV 
 And, like the breath of rofy-footed May, 
 Waft confolation to the wretch's foul. 
 
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 Bright is jhe many-colourM arch of fpring j 
 On the dark clouds expanding, clear and warm j 
 The ftrong reflection of an angel's wing, 
 That flies from hcav'n to ftill the troubled dorm* 
 
 Sweet is the wild-flow'r of the defert glen, 
 That lonely flow'r, by fimple Nature fed 5 
 Beneath the covert of the gloomy fen, 
 It fwells and blufhes from its mofly bed. 
 
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 Sweet to the poet's eye is early dawn } 
 
 Far o'er the heav'ns the kindling glories fly, 
 As the proud regent of the rifing morn 
 Pours floods of radiance from his golden eye. 
 
 Yet not fo bright is fpring's expanding bow, 
 Nor yet fo fweet is Nature's lovely flow'r, 
 Nor the rich fervours of the morning's glow, 
 As, pure Benevolence ! thy facred pow'r. 
 
 When heav'ns lad angel, foaring in the flues, 
 Sings hallelujahs o'er the world on fire, 
 Thy glorious form, Benevolence 1 (hall rife, 
 And to the bofom of thy God afpire. 
 
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 Written in the Night-time. 
 
 VV HILE the loud brawl, and vulgar wit, 
 Night's dark and folemn concave rend, 
 Here by my taper let me fit, 
 And mourn the death of many a friend. 
 
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 J3eneath yon oak's myfterious (hade, 
 
 What fchemes our infant fancies drew, 
 While ftretch'd at leifure we furvey'd 
 The wild-flow'rs, tipt with morning dew ! 
 
 We mark'd the bufy, humming bee, 
 While journeying on from flow'r to flower \ 
 The lovely warbler on the tree 
 Would fweetly foothe the noon-tide hour. 
 
 When fummer's fultry breezes blew, 
 We'd feck fome river's winding flow, 
 And fhudder, as we plung'd, to view 
 The broad expanfe of heav'n below. 
 
 Let man, with proud, afpiring mind, 
 Reject thofe trifles childhood knew $ 
 Full foon, unhappy ! he will find, 
 All worldly joys are trifles too. 
 
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 Now folemn tolls the midnight bell, 
 And ftartles deep's dull, drowfy eye j 
 In hollow founds it feems to tell 
 The hour of my departure nigh. 
 
 Each quiet paffion of the breaft, 
 That flwnn'd the glaring orb of day, 
 Now rifes from the bed of reft, 
 To court the pale moon's penfive ray. 
 
 While night thus hovers, dark and damp, 
 Oh ! heav'nly Contemplation, deign 
 To leave thy ever-burning lamp, 
 And lead me to thy facred fane. 
 
 Perhaps the fliadc of fome dear friend, 
 Whofe death I mourn'd with many a figh, 
 From realms of glory may defcend, 
 And ftaiid a guardian angel by. 
 
 Long as the mcm'ry holds a feat 
 
 In tliis poor, weak, diftrac*ted frame*, \ 
 
 Long as my vital pulfes beat, 
 
 Oh, WARREN !* I'll revere thy name. 
 
 * jl/r. Samuel Warren of Provident*. 
 
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 Once more I fecm, in. grief profound, 
 
 To tread the church-yard's gloomy glade, > r 
 
 To mark the flone and riling mound 
 
 Where now thy dear remains are laid. 
 
 Mcm'ry ! thy melancholy eye 
 Pad hours of friendftiip brighten on, 
 Like thofe fair clouds that deck the ikft 
 And glitter, when the fun is gone. 
 
 The fong, and fentiment, and glee, 
 That echo'd through the focial room, 
 Ah ! little did I think, would be 
 Chang' d to the tones of grief and gloom, 
 
 Father of Light i before thy throne " 
 I tremble, while I pour my pray'r : 
 Look, gracious God ! in mercy down, 
 O ! teach me how my griefs to bear. 
 
 When waves of grief and trouble roll, 
 And on my head tempeftuous beat, 
 
 Then may mr poor, afHifted foul 
 
 * ' . . i . 
 
 Find flicker in thy mercy feat. ,, . . / 
 
no 
 
 While Midnight, melancholy pow'r, 
 Broods o'er the world with raven -wings, 
 Teach my fond foul from earth to tow'r,' 
 And mufc awhile on heav'nly things. 
 
 Though the poor heart with grief repines> s :l P: . 
 
 Though all the pow'rs of nature bend, ; . . j 
 
 Thy mercy in ~lhy juftice fliines 5 .-. , . - ff y 
 In thee the friendlefs find a friend/ 
 
 Then ceafe, my foul r to flag and droop, 
 Beneath a father's chaft'ning rod j 
 The man who forrows without hope 
 Arraigns the juftice of his 
 
 A Night Scene. 
 
 , . , 
 
 tlERE on this folitary beach 
 I mufe ; 'tis Contemplation's feat s I 
 The wide, tumultuous billows ftrttch 
 Their harmlefs currents at my feet 
 
Ill 
 
 jfuft o'er the brow of yonder hill, . > . 
 
 With venerable mifti fo gray, * 
 
 The full moon rife s, calm and dill, i . 
 
 And fcatters round a penflve day. . ....., 
 
 Far as the eye can travel round, 
 Mountains appear, a (lately chain, 
 Whofe tops, with lunar radiance crown'd, 
 Project their fliadow* o'er the main. 
 
 . 
 The hollow found of footfteps, heard . 
 
 As flow I pafs along the fliore, ' . . 
 
 Alarms the fleeping water-bird i * ; 
 She ftarts, and flutters far before. ' .- Y , ' 
 
 A few light clouds fucceflfive chafe .: , 
 
 The pale moon, trav'ling up the fky ; 
 Reluctantly (he dips her face, 
 And lays her tranquil radiance by. 
 
 As anxioufly around I turn, 
 And wait the moon's emerging ray, 
 Innoxious fire-flies round me burn, 
 Obfequious, to direct my way. 
 
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 DifFufe the momentary glow ; 
 
 Give all the light that ye can give ;. 
 
 From fire-flies haughty kings might know r . 
 
 How ftort all human glories live. . . ' 
 
 Ye who in fcftive revels pafs, 
 
 Awhile with your own hearts commune | * ' 
 
 Oh ! leave the yet unfinifh'd glafi, 
 
 And walk beneath the tranquil moon. 
 
 Reflelt on how much time is fpent < 
 
 Amidft the giddy and the gay : 
 You feek for joy, and difcontent 
 Is ftill companion of your way. 
 
 Though now you revel out the night ' : A 
 In idle and lafcivious talk. 
 When the poor foul (hall take its flight, 
 You'll envy me this cv'ning walk. 
 
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113 
 
 The Pleasures of Literature : 
 
 A PoiM t deJivereJon the Annwerfary of the " FBDEIAL 
 PHi," at tit Baptifl Mefting-Houft in Prow- 
 en the $3 day of Scptcnl<r t 1801. 
 
 W HILE fierce Ambition reigns without control* 
 Strains ev'ry nerve, and harrows all the foul, 
 On modeft worth and- virtue cafts a frown, 
 Exalts the beggar, tears the monarch down, 
 Each facred rule, that, fince the world began, 
 Has bound congenial man to fellow man, 
 Breaks down and tramples with refiftlefs force, 
 All danger braves, and ruin marks her courfc } 
 While Truth, while Genius, tremble with amaze, 
 Retire to deferts, figh for happier days } 
 
 iS 
 
 O tell me where fome guardian angel tell' 
 Amongft this chaos, where fhall Science dwell ? * 
 
 While, 'midft the jangle of inccflant ftrife, 
 That forms the common intercourfe of life, 
 La 
 
U4 
 
 ' Fraud's dang'rous fnares, and Plunder's prowling 
 
 ** - - v. \. ' 
 
 paw, 
 
 Are cherifh'd, guarded, not reftrain'd, by law ; 
 While giant Wealth, prefumptuous, dares to tread, 
 And crufh the poor man in his humble fhcd * 
 While fighs and tears, and unavailing grief, 
 Are drooping Mis'ry's poor but fole relief; 
 O tell me where fome guardian angel tell 
 Amidft this chaos, where fliall Science dwell ? 
 
 While rude Licentioufnefs unbounded reigns 
 Amongil mankind, and Heav'n's own altar Ruins, 
 Treads boldly now where pure Religion trod, 
 Trolls the lafcivious fong, blafphemes the God i 
 While David's hurp ii on the willowi hung, 
 * And bears the venom fpit from Scandal's tongue ; 
 O tell me where rfome guardian angel tell 
 Aroidfl this cbaos, where (Hall Science dwell ? 
 
 There are, there are, amidft this turbid fcene* 
 Some favoured fpots yet tranquil and ferenc, 
 
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 Sacred to Science, where the Mufes (lilt 
 
 May wander fafe, and quaff th* Aonian rill. 
 
 The eye, cqndemn'd this gloomy wafle to roam, 
 
 With pleafure finds a fcientifie dome, 
 
 Where the young mind, as yet unform'd, may dwelJ, 
 
 Woo Contemplation from her deeped cell, 
 
 Dive the receflcs of the " vafty deep,'* 
 
 And fee what wonders in old ocean deep ; 
 < i 
 
 Or, with the fervid comet's rapid glance, 
 
 Range thro', or bound, creation's vad expanfe ; 
 Or, more adventurous, fearch the gloomy plain 
 
 Where funs and dars unkindled yet remain, 
 
 t 
 
 Waiting th' almighty word, with awe profound; 
 To rife and glare amongfl the ruin round* 
 Here too the mind, from this aerial tour* 
 May drop and light upon the humbled flow'r* 
 And fee the fame almighty pow'r difplay'd 
 In the foft touches of the violet ftiadc, 
 The fame all-pow'rful pencil paint the rofe, 
 That pours the radiance of the morning glows j 
 
 ' 
 
i iff 
 
 N 
 
 The fame all-feeing, all-pervading Soul 
 Create, fuftain and vivify the whole. 
 
 Delirium fweet ! ev'n at this diftant tlour 
 I feel thy magic, and confefs thy pow'r $ 
 Tx> fcience ftill my ravifVd foul afpires, 
 And burns, I truft, with never-dying fires. 
 From the dark fhadows of affliction's night, 
 Return, ye vifions, to my raviih'd fight ; 
 Give me, at lead in nfcolledlion, ftill 
 Once more to wander yonder dew-bright hilL 
 What time the moon, afcendmg calm and bright, 
 O'er the dim hill-top wheel'd her orb of light, 
 When at a diftancc ev*ry twinkling flar- 
 Shone with fcant radiance round the lunar car ; 
 'Twas then thy light, O Meditation ! ftole, 
 And thone with fober radiance, on my foul. 
 
 Give back that hour when morn, in glory ftrong,' 
 
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 Rofe from the deep, and blaz'd the heav'ns along, 
 
 And faw my trembling taper, faint and pale, 
 Shed itt laft glimmer on fome claffic tale, 
 
may thefe dear enchantments round me rile, 
 And place all heav'n before my ravifh'd eyes. 
 Teach me compofure in affliction's gloom, 
 To fmile at fate, and triumph at the tomb ! 
 
 Say, fon of Science, would'ft thou barter now 
 Thy knowledge for a monarch's dazzling brow ? 
 For India, glitt'ring with her pomp of gold, 
 
 ^ 
 
 For all the gems Golconda's caverns hold ? 
 
 No ; add them all, and this ftupendous whole 
 
 Sinks far beneath one atom of the foul. 
 
 Give, as I grope this vale of life along 
 
 Give to my foul a the fix'd contempt of wrong,'* 
 
 For fcience an unconquerable zeal, 
 
 And ftill the mind to reljfi what 1 feel. 
 
 All other gifts, O Fortune ! 1 refign ; 
 
 Give wealth to others, but let thefe be mine. 
 
 Ye happy youths, ye favour'd few, who rove , 
 
 In the charm'd circle of the mufes* grove, 
 
 Pant not for reparation you will find 
 
 The time too fliort to fatisfy the mind. 
 
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 Hereafter you will mourn, with heart-felt teart, > 
 The ftort, fhort term of four revolving years! 
 Full foon your fcrentific laurels fade, 
 In the chill dampnefs of oblivion's fhade. :<-,' 
 Anxious viciflitudes> unnumber'd cares, ,, -. 
 The many woes our common nature bears, ; \ 
 
 ik 
 
 Seen dim and did ant through the clafflc glafs, 
 
 Swell on the mind in one tumultuous mafs ; r -,j 
 
 Drive far away thofe exquifite defires, 
 
 Chill the warm heart, and quench the mufes' fires* 
 
 Afk thofe who lately bade a long farewel, 
 
 If in their eyes the tears of tranfport fwell :^ .. ; ^ 
 
 Afk if fond mentfry, loth thofe bow'rs t.p quit^ . ,- : 
 
 Does not with gloomy pleafure linger yet : ,,^ 
 
 Aflc if forebodings do not cloud the brow 
 
 With cares unknown, becaufe untry'd, till npw. . 
 
 Souls which, by unity oi" fenfe combined, . , , . 
 
 Are now by friendftyp's holy wedlock join'd, / , 
 
 To-morrow fees difpers*d and wandering far, ., f 
 
 To meet once more at GOD's eternal bar* 
 
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 Full often too the tyrant Death invades 
 The fober quiet of the mufes* (hades, 
 Rifles with ruthlefs hand the promifc fair, ; ; f 
 
 The child of Hope, and Fame's adopted, heir* 
 Ev'n while impartial Truth prepares to write 
 His name and. worth in characters of light, 
 She drops her quill, reclines her drooping head, 
 And tells, with tears, that PADELFORD* is dead* 
 Aufpicious youth ! why fhould thy parents mourn 
 Their folace from their fond embraces torn ? 
 
 Enough to fame, to honour, fwre was giv'n ; 
 Earth holds its fnare, tfie reft is claim'd by heav'n. 
 The laurel, ready on tfcy brows to bloom, 
 
 Shall blow with ten-fold beauty round thy tomb. 
 
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 ...... . .; 
 
 Be it thy taflc, O fon of Science ! now, . 
 While expectation rifes on .thy brow, , 
 
 Padilford, a member of th Senior Oafs in 
 ic-IJland College, and ont of the Federal 
 who died of tie Small-pox. * '- ..; '. 
 
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 While pleasures, which know none but fancy*! 
 bound, .. ,.. 1 
 
 Rife in futurity, and dazzle round . . , . ; . ; 
 (Pleafurcs which fancy only can employ, 
 And which will yield, at beft, but/wwW joy) 
 Be it thy taflc, all other cares refign'd, -, L ' ... 
 To give to fcience all th' enraptur'd mind* 
 AH petty cares, calamities of ft ate, 
 All party rancour, difcord's warm debate, 
 Corroding malice, envy's fervile taunts, 
 Forever banifh from the mutes' haunts j . 
 For thcfe unquiet fiends will difregard : 
 The fweet effufiojw of the Mantuan bard. 
 Leave to the day of future toil and ftrifc ^ . ^ 
 Tlie many woes which fcfter human life ; 
 Jmpiovc the hour, the heav'nly neclar fuj^i" :] * 
 TJiat fparkles now in friendfhip's holy cupb ' 
 
 i 
 When Difcord founds her clarion loud and flinl!, 
 
 And plants her ftandard on the mufes' hill, * :: 
 
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 The feats of calm repofe, the bbw'rs of taftc, 
 Are left a gloomy, melancholy wafte. 
 Here once th* afpirtng laurel rofe, and fpread 
 Its blufhing honours for the youthful head : 
 Behold how rifled, withering on the ground, 
 Oblivion's fpiders weaving cobwebs round* 
 Of all that once could " dazzle or endear," , 
 What is there now the fick'ning heart to chejwr ) 
 O let me aflc, (forgive my filial heat) 
 "Where now, fair Science ! is thy lov'd retreat.? -^ 
 See in thy groves the fcrpent Slander twine* 
 And mark how bright his baneful volumes fhinc ; . 
 Behold ,him wind along thy fav'rite plains, 
 
 And pour the deadlicft pojfon of,tis veins. 
 Before the blafting venom of his eyei i:rl p 
 
 Unfpottcd wordi and confcious yirtue flies* ... ^ .. L 
 Tlurs when the pale moon breaks the night's dull 
 
 glooms, 4 r - ;i . , . 
 
 And glares witli pcnfive grandeur on t 
 M 
 
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 The fell hyena quits his dungeon foon, 
 Howls forth a di&nal homage to the moon, , 
 Steals to the grave, cxpofes to the air 
 The corpfe of wjorth or beauty flumb'ring there, 
 And, while the glooms of midnight horrors lajl, 
 Safe in his .den enjoys tjie dread rcpaft, 
 
 Without that vifionary charm that binds 
 In focial intercourfe congenial minds, 
 Without the aid that confidence can give, 
 Ah ! who could live, or who would wifh to live ? 
 Aufpicious Fancy ! though before thy fhrine 
 I bow Avith reverence, own thy charms divine \ 
 Though the blcft radiance of <hy cheering ray 
 Shines on and gilds the gloom that dulls my day \ 
 Yet, dear deluder 1 {halt thou never be 
 A u charter'd libertine" to govern me. 
 Be it my taflc, nor mine alone, to pay 
 A bounded dcf 'rcnce to thy mighty fway. 
 
When* once thy objects loom upon my flg 
 Beyond th* cxtremeft ftretch of reafonV height, 
 They melt and vanifli from my wond r ring eye, 
 Like dreams of night when morn illumes the (ky. 
 
 - -.;'. r.-. ; c.:..' ' 
 
 O fon of Science ! view mankind with caret 
 
 (For much thy happineft muft centre there) 
 
 x 
 
 Not by the light which Fancy has difplay'd, 
 
 ' '* 
 
 But view him only as by Nature made j . 
 
 Noble in reafon, but in pafllon ftrong ; 
 Still arguing right, and flill performing wrong. 
 In reafon's eye (not fancy's) he will pafs, 
 Virtue and vice compounded in a mafs. 
 Cromwell, whofe martial prowefs none could fUnd, 
 Who tore the fceptre from his fov'reign's hand i 
 With cunning art and wonderful grimace 
 Could bear a woful gravity of face, 
 Pretend to vifions that he never faw, 
 the faint, and tyrannise by law, 
 
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 Strange to relate ( in that myfterious mind, 
 
 The lion and the fpaniel both were join'd. 
 Marlb'rough, whofe glory withfuch radiance i^..^ 
 
 Whofe deeds of valour {hook the Bourbon thrcnc, 
 Whofe pow'rs the world admirM, whofe mighty 
 
 name 
 
 Hangs high and brilliant in the rolls of Fame, 
 Could his afpiring foul to meannefs bend, 
 And, like a goffip, fave a candle's end. 
 Who has not known that tyrant of the wood,. . 
 Sung in our ballads, chriften'd Robin Hood t 
 Who plundered griping Avarice, but gave 
 The fpoils of rapine to the needy flave ? . , 
 
 One led an army, one a ruffian clan- 
 Tell, ye hiflorians, which the nobleft man. 
 
 A juft difcrimination thus will find 
 Virtue and vice pervading all mankind. 
 Words are deceptive, and what authors fay 
 Too often leads tV unwary mind aftray. 
 
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 Judge iheri fey a Jfar, try them truly Kb, 
 " And neither rife too high, nor fink too lotr.' 1 
 Here let cool Reafon diclate, and believe 
 'Tis Panels province always to deceive $ 
 \ tor if, on Fancy's vtfionary plan, 
 
 You only mark the fhining trait* of man, 
 That gen'rous confidence engenders harms* 
 And hugs die fmiling villain to the arms. 
 Ingratitude, ev'n with thy honours crowh'd; 
 While yet thy hand is heaping Favours round, 
 Remorfelefs makes thy tendered vein to bleed. 
 And bafely glories in th' infernal deed. 
 Say, do you doubt this facl, ingenuous youth ? 
 A bleeding GOD will tefHfy the truth. 
 Or if your eyes, diftorted, only vievr 
 Mankind's dark foibles (this can fancy do) 
 Hated rhifanthropy will feize the Heart', " 
 
 And flab with keen fufpicion's deadlieft dart : 
 
 
 
 Ma 
 
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 No friend remains thy gloomy hours to cheer, 
 None from thine eyes to wipe the penfive tear : 
 In focial life an hermit you will roye* 
 Hated by thofe who fain would court your lore. 
 Small is the pleafure (though you may condemn) 
 To hate mankind, and be defpis'd by them* 
 Preferve in er'ry ftate the " golden mean ;" , jv 
 There, there alone is " happinefs ferene :" 
 So fhall your buoyant bark triumphant ride* 
 And fcuc.! fecure on life's tempeftuous tide, 
 Before the breath of Heav'n's aufpicious gaL, 
 And in the port of glory furl the fail. . v 
 
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 Illuftrious MANNING. L* thus didil thou controiil 
 
 The fire and genius of the youthful foul 5 
 Teach man his hcaJftrong pafllons to.rcflrain, 
 And Fancy bridle with Discretion's rein L 
 
 * The late Rtv. Jamts Manning, D. D. formerly 
 Preftdcnt / Rhode- Jjlan 3 CoUtp. 
 
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 Afpiring Arrogance, unlettered Pride, : ' ( ' 
 Shrunk from thy glance, or in thy p re fence dyM j, 
 While modcft Merit, rifing, bluth'd to fee 
 The chaplet woven for her brows by thee. 
 *Twas not thy pride on petty crimes to lour, 
 To fink the genius, crulh the mental pow'r : . 
 No j twas thy pride a' pard'ning ear to lend, 
 And in chaflUement ftill to (hew the friend ; , 
 To bid the rifing pride of youth expand, 
 And touch their follies with a lenient hand ; 
 Still in the bofoms of ingenuous youth ,; * 
 
 To wake the dormant pow'rs of fenfe and truth.. 
 .This facred deflc,* thcfe confeerated walls, 
 Have often witnefsM his repeated calls. 
 For poor* unhappy Tinners to, return* ; ,; 
 While yet the waning lamp of life would burn. . 
 Through him the poor repentant finner found . 
 A guardian God, with rays of mercy crown'd * 
 
 * The Baptijl Church in Providence^ over which Pre* 
 JiJent Manning was Paflorfor many years* 
 
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 A Saviour kindly traflung-Out his flams '-' 
 In the rich crimfoti of redeeming t1ftl \ ' - - ^ 
 Who, with a countenance ferenety mild, -.li.' '' 
 ProfFer'd the babe of gtace, and HeaVa MCtMS 
 
 the child. 
 
 Through him, abafH'd, the hardened fmner faw 
 The terrors of the violated law ; : 
 A righteous Judge defcend, the yawning' tornfc> 
 Subftantial horrors, and eternal doom." 
 But now, beneath the cold and dampy fod, 
 His body fleeps \ his fpirit refts with Cock 
 You, who have feen his labours, know full well 
 How deep your forrows were when MANNING felL 
 Come then, ye friends of fcience, virtue, near 
 Here paufe and pour the tributary tear ? 
 To tender paflions all your foul refign, : - 
 And mingle for a time your griefs with mitte^-- 
 Yet if thy faulted fpirit. can receive 
 One more enjoyment from what earth can give 
 
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 To fee yon Seat of Science flouriih fair, . 
 Which erft on earth was thy peculiar care, 
 Though now reclining in the realms of reft, 
 Would make thy /Hade, O MANNING, doubly bled. 
 
 True and False Taste contrasted. 
 
 1 GETS may fing, and learned cafuifts fcan 
 
 - - 
 
 The varying paffions of the mind of man ; 
 Yet fimple Nature, with fuperior (kill, 
 And nicer touch, accommodates them dill. 
 
 The melancholy man delights to rove 
 The deep recefles of a folemn grove, 
 Alone, unnotic'd, far remote from all 
 
 I/ N 
 
 The noifc of merriment, or midnight brawl : 
 Beneath the fober moon's congenial ray 
 He mufes many a penfive hour away* 
 
ISO 
 
 Not fo when pleasure frolics in the' veins-** 
 Then free as air we trip the vernal plains, 
 Behold the fields and groves cxtented wide, 
 Or cattle grazing by the green hill fide r 
 Or feck fome diftant (hady covert, where,- 
 Full gay of heart, the village maids repair* 
 Proud of their charms, the buxom dames advance/ 
 Strain cv'ry nerve, and join tfo rural dance. 
 His awkward arm the rude mufician fwings, 
 And giver to Difcord all his grating firings. 
 Nor let the cyme mind contempt beftow j 
 
 Tis mufic all, where none aflfecl to know, 
 
 ...... . >\ 
 
 Or, if the ever-varying mind of matt 
 Would fain the majefty of Nature fcait, 
 He feeks fome mountain, whofe flupendous height, 
 Ridg'd with the earliefl beams of morning light, 
 Glooms o'er the valley its expanded (hade, 
 And from its fummit pours the full cafcadt. 
 
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 'Whatever parffions thus the mind can mare, 
 pelight the fancy, or the fcnfe improve, 
 Congeal with horror, or can thrill with joy, 
 Abundant Nature gives them full employ, 
 
 'Tis then the pow, rapt in fancy's maze, 
 On Nature's rude magnificence will gaze ; 
 As round and round .his ravifVd fancy turns, 
 Each fenfe, each thought, with tenfold ardour burns 
 Original and bold beyond control, 
 He paints the vifions rifing in his foul ; 
 And gives, tranfported, 'mi JH die loud agclaim, 
 The radiant volume to the hands of Fame. 
 'Tis then the reader, bound by charm of fong, 
 Hears the foft flreamlet roll the vales along, 
 Or the vcxM billows of the ocean roar, 
 And break in thunder on the defcrt fhor j 
 Sighs with the flupwreck'd mariner to roam, 
 In climes far dulant from his native home, 
 
And leaves his wretched offspring, cold and bare, 
 To 'wan4er hopelefs in the winter air ; 
 Mourns with the poor, unhappy virgin, when, 
 Seduc'd by flatt'ring promifes of men, 
 She gives her fame, her honour, virtue up, 
 To di ink of wretchedncfs the diFcn cup ; 
 Feels with the conqu'ring hero glory's charms, 
 When, 'midft the horrid din of war's alarms, 
 Sweet fuppliant Mercy marches in his train, 
 And gives the captive liberty again. 
 Alive to all the poet's pen reveals, 
 He wonders at the energy he feels* 
 
 Then why fliould we our time and labour wade 
 O'er books to learn the rudiments of tafte 
 Thofe dull and tedious genius-fctt'ring rules, 
 Form'd by the haughty pedagogues of fchools ? 
 No, let us never breathe th' infccled air : , 
 For tafte, fcarch Nature ; (he is only there* 
 
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 Immortal SHAKISJEARI," Fancy's darling child," -' 
 
 Whene'er he " warbled forth his wood-notes wild," * 
 
 
 
 pefpis'd the vulgar rules which critics boaft, - J 
 And in his wild excurfions pleafes merL V 
 
 Could but thcnftufe in humble guife afpire 
 
 To catch, O POPE ! one glimmer of thy fire, 
 
 1 ' 
 Life with its various evils would (he greet. 
 
 And lofe them all in meditation fweet. 
 Fiction was then the drefs which JUafon wore, 
 
 To make her fov'relgn empire pleafe the more* 
 1 . ... . > 
 
 Th* unwary reader found his paffions mov'd, 
 
 Yet while he wonder'd, felt his .heart improv'd. 
 
 * 
 O Pope ! thy darts of fatire, pointed juft, 
 
 Would (hike prepoft'rows Foil v to the duft. 
 
 '. i 
 At thy command obfcquious Nature rais'd 
 
 Her mirror, which widi noonday fplendours blai'4, 
 
 ;'> 
 
 Reflecting ftill ten thousand thoufand hues, 
 
 gaye their blended radiance to thy mufc. . 
 ^ '".(.-*'.*. , . . \ \ i , * * A 
 
^Tfiy mu&TcleSed from that group* wi&iagfe- 
 
 Combined the whole in one confident plan, 
 And gave th' inanortal Jegac y to mat, 
 
 Science, .neglected or 
 AfTum'd a (Ute.and attitude with men ; . 
 JEv'n Opulence, far ,ojut 9 her charms admir*^ 
 Bow'd in her prcfence, and with. awe retir'd, 
 
 . . 
 How has xnj foul in rapt attention hung, 
 
 When thy fweet chords, harmonious BE ATT i E, mng ! 
 Whene'er thy Edwin walks in thought profound, 
 And views the majefty of nature round ; 
 The mountain, ft retching his proud Jiead OB high, 
 . Or the cool rainbow, glitt'ring in the iky ; 
 The folemn green of proves, the upland lawn, 
 
 On which the morning fpreads the purple dawn; 
 
 . < 
 
 What heart fo callous, fo infenfate grown, 
 As not to make thy raptures alLjtt 
 
OESS 
 
 the-u/the Muies' highly faYOur'd Ton,' 
 Had ft thou but finifh'd what thy hand begun. 
 
 Thy name remote pofterity would tell \ 
 
 . 
 
 Exulting Fame her loudeft clarion fwelL v 
 
 Shall I forget thcc, melancholy GRAY f 
 When oft my footfteps pace the church-yard" 
 
 vay, 
 Where oft mine eyes furvey the wild-flow Vs fteni, 
 
 . 4 
 
 And mouldering clod ere long to cover them ? 
 
 Ah i no | the faded flo w'r, th* autumnal tree t 
 
 . 
 Remind} btefl bard I my drooping foul of thee. 
 
 ,.'.. I 
 
 Thefe were the claJfllc'dayf when poets wrote- * 
 Prom the pure impulfc fimple Nature taught. 
 Correct in di<5tion, and in judgment chafle 
 With all th'unftudied elegance of tafte, 
 
 In language pure, and deftitute of art, 
 They charm'd the fancy, while they warm'd the 
 heart.- : ^' - .= 
 
Bat now fuchTwtet fimplicity gives felace ' ft "f 
 To tawdry ornament, and pert grimace* ; * 
 
 :.... -.>.' . . ': 
 
 Say, can cool judgment ever wafle its time 
 O'er DEL LA CRUSCA'S meretricious rhyme } 
 Where noife and nonfenfe hand in hand combine, 
 
 And trip it to the mcafure of his line ; 
 
 i .T 
 
 Where flrange, outrageous ecftacies, unknown^ 
 
 Or m the walls of Bedlam felt alone, 
 
 . . r 
 
 Pretend) with wonderful grimace, to vie 
 With Rapture's thrill, or Love's delicious figh ? 
 Here we may read, " th* erratic comet runs," 
 Poor travler f through M a wildernefs of funs : M 
 Here too we read th* enraptur'd poet fwore, J 
 (Heav'ns I what an oath !) that he would write net 
 more, 
 
 Unlefs Matilda would the fray begur, ^ 
 
 > 
 
 And fcrawl her namby pamby rhymes again f 
 Matilda! tell me, how could'ft thou rcfiga , ^ 
 Thyfelf a votary to Cupid's fhrine, 
 
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 When* by ft fu dden transformation, lie -ft*.' 
 
 1$ from a God chang'd to It goofe by the* ? * v . *. 
 
 Enough, enough ; " I war not with the dead i" 
 
 On Folly's afces who. would wiih to treai ? 
 
 
 
 Hereafter, let no (on of Science mourn 
 That ev*ry fubjed for the Mufe ii worn. 
 Behold ! abroad the arch enchanter roves, 
 
 And rifles all the pride of Flora's groves ; 
 
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 Then, by his magic, wonder-working pow'r* 
 
 Transforms the fimple, modeft, blufhing flowV 
 To fome licentious damfel, bold and gay, 
 And gives her fweet virginity away. 
 The modeft violet of the humble plain,. ; 
 *The fvreeteft far of Flora's lovely train, *'' 
 Emblem of female chaftity no more, ^ 
 
 Forfakcs her character, and turns a whore r ' 
 Who has not feen this mighty wofrfc, and cry'dy - 
 * What time mifpent ! what labour mifa^ply ? 
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 Ti done, and written in the rolls o/Fame, *> 
 A> Jfrlendid trijlcr under DJLRWIN'S name.' 
 
 ::-'.-;. :..'...'.. . ,: 
 Good Heav'ns ! can fach, with talents fo unchaft , 
 
 Prefume to rule the bar of public tafle ? 
 
 O then farewel, for now no more is fought 
 
 That fimple majefty of rhyme and thought, 
 
 For which th* immortal bards of better days 
 
 Toll'd many a fleeplcfs night to grace their lays t 
 
 Farewel to all that Nature's charms difpcnjfe y 
 
 And, lad of all, farewel to common fenfe. 
 
 O Folly ! now the day is all thy own I 
 
 Talk thou haft vanquiiL'd now ufurp the thrope ; 
 
 AfTume the critic's fcowl and formal flare \ 
 
 Coodemn repining Genius to defpair j 
 
 Give to each coxcomb rhymefler thy appluufe> 
 
 tt And be thyfolf the great fublime he draws." 1 
 
 But let me whifper in thy length of ear, 
 
 Though now triumphant, that thy doom draws near* 
 
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 Continue while thou canft thy cruel fport : 
 
 A tyrant's power, is always rcry fhort. 
 
 Well pleas'd I hail the day's not diftant flight, 
 
 When Tafte "fhall reaflunHJ her ancient right," ' 
 
 (The reign of folly and delufion o'er) 
 
 And POM and Poetry prefide once more. 
 
 
 
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 NOTE r. 
 
 Hadft tint, tie muftt* bighfy : favour>Jfon 9 
 Hatty thou lutJint/Vd what thy hand begun. 
 
 tn, or the Minfrtlf* \y Dr. Beattie, is 
 haps one of the fined pieces of poetical compofition 
 that ever appeared in any language. Unfortu 
 nately for mankind, it never was completed. I re 
 gret that the limits prefcribed to my publication 
 will not allow me to extract from that beautiful 
 poem. 
 
 NOTE a. 
 
 7%' trratic comet runt 
 dthwart a vrilJenufi of funs. 
 
 Brkifti Album, p.. 73. 
 
 
 
 A wildernds of funs ! Euge poeta ! 
 
uo 
 
 liVt{j "*- VV 1 - ' "" ' '< - ' 
 
 KOTI 5. 
 
 .* l -. : v > .,- 
 
 we read tH enraptur* J poet fwore, &c. 
 
 If the reader has any inclination to perufe this 
 important oath, I rauft briefly refer him to the 
 2?ri/j/& Album* p. 307. I have neither time nor 
 patience to tranfcribc it. 
 
 NOTE 4. 
 It from a gottchang'd to a goofe oy tbcc. 
 
 O feize again thy golden quill, 
 
 And with its point my bofom thrill. . 
 
 It fell from Cupid's b'urnifli'd wing, Sec. 
 
 Erittfi Album, p. 3 . 
 
 The poetical correfpondence between Delia 
 Crufcu and Anna Matilda is, in my humble eflima- 
 tion, the ne plus ultra of nonfenfe. Puerile conceit^ 
 naufeous compliment, diilorted metaphor, grimace 
 of fentiment, and frigid raptures, conflkute the 
 whole of it* See Britiji Album, pufiim. 
 
 NOTE 5V 
 AJfltn JrJ trtflcr under JD^Jur/wV name. 
 
 Dr. Darwin's " Botamc Garden" is, in my opf- 
 ftion, as mdefenfible on the ground of morality t as 
 it is even by ibme of its warmeft admben allowed! 
 to be on the principles of tafte. As for the common 
 bawdry and obfcenity of wine compofitions, their 
 horrid vulgarity is, in cultivated minds, an antidote 
 
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 to their operation. By the fame role, whenever 
 lafcivioufnefi is decorated with the glitter of ele 
 gant language, we feet ourfclves enamoured with 
 the fpectacle before we are aware of it. The eye 
 is foon weary with contemplating naked beauty ; 
 but when the loofenefs or tranfparency of the dra 
 pery expofes fome hidden charm, and conceals the 
 reft, it is then that our luftful padlons are excited. 
 Subjects of this kind are always open to fe verity of 
 remark, and more efpecially when recommended 
 and enforced by refpeftability of character, or fplen- 
 dour of literary acquirements. 
 
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