P3S5AI7 Ai AI 01 01 0[ o; 7! 9! 3 2 Pearson Poems POEMS, DEDICATED, BY PERMISSION, TO The Right Honourable the Countefs Fitzwilliam. BT S. PEARSON. SHEFFIELD; PRINTED BY J. GALES, AND MAY BE HAD OF G. G. J. AND J. ROBINSON, PATER-NOSTER. ROW j T.CADELL, IN THE STRAND; AND C. FORSTER, POULTRY, LONDON. JM,DCC,XC. ( 3 ) Hi- pas A 17 TO' THE RIGHT HON. THE COUNTESS FITZ WILLIAM. Madam, E EARFUL left the overflowings of a grateful heart fhould be miftaken for venal adulation, and confcious that where panegyric is moil merited it is leaft defired, T forbear to expatiate on that liberality of fentiment which led your Ladyfhip to honour me with your notice, when under all the difadvantages of obfcurity. Your Ladyfhip's kindnefs and that of Earl Fitzwilliam are fubjects on which I could dwell with ail the fervor of one new to obligations, did not the reafons before-mentioned Incline me to defift. It the following pages be fo fortunate to afford your Ladyfhip an hours amufement, the benefit however great which I have derived through your notice, will hold no proportion to my happinqfs. I have the honour to be, , MADAM, . With profound refpedT, Your Ladyfhip's Mbft obedient and moil humble fervant, Sheffield., Augiifi idth t 1790.. g. PEARSON. 870503 ( s ) POEMS. SONNET TO THE REVIEWERS. O you who, feated on the facred hill, Smile at the crowd that where Caftalia flows Eagerly prefs to tafte the vocal rill, And fancy laurel fillets bind their brows ; To you, a votary of the tuneful choir Submits her wild {trains with a timid figh, Yet a(ks no pity if her humble lyre . Be doom'd in dark Oblivion's made to lie : But oh ! if judgment mould approve her lays, Judgment whole eye fweet lympathy can veil, More than the partial friend's (he'd deem your praife, And call it grateful as the balmy gale, That breathing on the river's icy fburce, Dinolves its chryftal bonds, and animates its courfe. ZARA ( 6 ) ZARA and SEBASTIAN. [IN IMITATION OF THE OLD SPANISH BALLAD.] vjN Algiers' maje/lic turrets, Softly fhone the lamp of night, Softly roird the flumb'ring ocean,- Silver'd with a milder light. Thro' the brave Sebaftian's prifon,. Slowly moves a languid beam, On the floor he lies in forrow, Tears adown his bofom ftream. . Yet in Seville's holy battles, Glory fill'd his youthful breafl, Many a haughty Moorifh chieftain Bow'd to him his lofty crelt. . But the brave are ftill moll: tender, Tho' in ftorms like rocks of fnow, ; Which defy the wint'ry tempefts, Yet at Spring's foft breathings flow. Where ( 7 ) Where the gentle Guadal quiver,* Thro* an ancient foreft fvveeps, There in fadnefs lives his lady, There his lovely infant weeps. . Bufy mem'ry paints his pleafures, Ere the Moor enflav'd his arm, Love pourtrays a thou {and dangers, That his blooming bride alarm.. " Dear Elvira mufl we never, " Never meet again !" he cried, " Ever mult this gloomy dungeon, " Keep Sehaftian from thy fide ? " Ha ! the keys that lead to freedom, " By my carelefs guardian lie* ** I will feize this precious moment, ** From thefe cruel walls to fly. a O be ftill my drowfy keeper, " Seal his lids propitious Sleep ! " Lock the portals of his fenfes, " While I feek the briny deep. ** Heaven guide my wand'ring footfteps ! . " Yield pale moon thy pureil ray ! " While T gain the lofty rampart, "And the heaving wafte furvey. " From * The river which runs weft through Andalufia, paffing by Seville. ( 8 ) <6 From yon palace, rob'd in filler, " Lo ! a penfive beauty breaks, " Here me hies difhevell'd, weeping ! " Hark ! to me me foftly fpeaks, " Gracious Alia ! do I fee thee, " From thy favage keeper fly ? " Turn, oh ! turn thee, vent'rous captive, " Elfe by torture thou wilt die ; *' For my father hates thy country, " Great and cruel are thy foes ; " Yet one tender, anxious bofom, *' Pants to footh thee to repofe. *' Long I've lov'd thee, gallant Chriftian, " Oft I've from my maidens Hole, " Near thy grated cell to Wander, And difclofe my tender foul. a iC On that day when firft they brought thee, " In thefe hated walls to lie, " I beheld thy fdent forrows, " I beheld thy downcaft eye. " Since that hour that faw thee Captive, " I have figh'd in chains of thine, " Love poflefs'd my pitying fpirit, " And thy woes have all been mine." " Much ( 9 ) " Much I grieve for thee, bright damfel," Soft the vvond' ring youth replied, " For Deyond this world of waters, " Lives my dear, my wedded bride. " I can ne'er return thy kindnefs, " Rich, and lovely as thou art: " For ibme gallant, Moo rim captain, " Keep the treafure of thy heart. " Tho' from this detefted city, " I dare fcarcely hope to fly, " Dear Elvira's beauteous image, " Only with her love can die." Deeply figh'd the wounded virgin. Sad me droop'd her lovely head ; O'er the platform flowly moving, Thus the haplefs beauty faid, " Mild as yonder gliding planet, " Is the love with which I glow, " Never (hall it wrong thy lady, " Never fhall it work thee woe. a Though I deem thy fmiles as grateful " As the ev'ning's filent rain, " Pleafant as the tow'ring palm-tree, " Waving o'er the fandy plain ; C " Though ( io ) "" Though I deem thy converfe fbothing " As the fweet founds that defcend^ " When our prophet bids his angels " Over dying virtue bend ; " I commend thy fledfaft fpirit, " Even while my tender heart, " Swells with new, with keener anguifh., "At the tale thy lips impart. 66 Yetl frill will make theeliappy, " Though I ne'er mull: hope for peace, u I will loofe thefe tyrant fetters, ** And attempt thy wifh'd releafe. " Many long, and happy feafons, " Are perhaps in ftore for thee ; " But, alas ! the form of pleafure, " Zara's eyes mull: never fee. " Near the beach behold that veflel, " Gently bid the captain fray, " Let him fee this golden fignet, " And thy wifhes he'll obey. " Swiftly fly then, lovely Chriftianl* " Alia guard thee o'er the fea ! " Bid thy fair, thy blefr. Elvira, u Shed one pitying tear for me. " Thanks !" ( " ) i Thanks !" replied the grateful hero,--- " Time this kindnefs ne'er mall blot, " In Elvira's pure oraifons, u Zara ne'er mall be forgot. " Fare thee well thou gen'rous beauty, " May fome noble warrior's love, " Win from grief thy drooping fpirit, " And all thoughts of me remove !"-- -- Now the morning's waken'd breezes, Wanton'd in the fpreading fails ; To the mores of Spain they bore him, To Seville's delightful vales. Slow the weeping maid departed, Oft me ling' ring turn'd her view, Where along the bright'ning waters* Fad the lefs'ning veflel flew. LINES ( ** ) LINES FOUND ON THE STAIRS OF THE TOUR DE LA CHAPELLE, OF THE.BASTILE. x\H ! how delightful is the fighing wind, How bright the glifVring dews, and flarry fkies, To one who in u.nfocial depths confin'd, 'Midft noxious fcents, and damps, and darknefs lies.. By thy kind aid, my gentle guard, I prove Whate'er of joy can fill the captive's breaft, As round thefe lofty battlements I rove, And view the world in fweet oblivion .reft.. Thou wert not form'd by fate in thefe dire glooms, , To plunge the dagger in the guiltlefs heart, Drown in black poifon beauty's purple blooms, Or bid the foul from its rack'd body ftart ; Thou fare wert meant to footh the mourner's pain, To pour the balm a bleeding heart requires, The throbs of anguifh, and defpair reflrain, And wake with gentle breath hope's deaden'd fires, . Ah! ( la ) Ah me ! tis fweet where lynx-ey'd malice glows, In one kind bread: to pour the forrowing foul, Its hopes, its fears, its wifhes to repofe, And feel pure friendfhip mis'ry's force controul. In thy kind arms my friend flill let me figh, Shrink in idea from the fangs of pow'r, Plot . how from this detefled land to fly, Or weep for joys that muft return no more. With fwimming eyes lean o'er thefe giddy heights, And watch the wand'rings of the languid Seine, That, gliding by reflects yon golden lights, 'Till riling winds bid vapours intervene. See ! even now the driving clouds arife, Fail: from the fight each fparkling beauty fades ; Lift ! now methinks I hear imperfect cries And now before me float the formlefs fhades ! Ah ! look, they rife, above the tow'rs they fly, They frown, they rufh Oh ! come, my faithful friend ! Quick ! lift the door, darkners involves the fky, Swift down the winding labyrinth defcend. Oh ! drag me through the gloomy maze, My nerves are fhriveli'd as I gaze ; Lead me to my dreary cave, Let me hear the madman rave, D Hear ( H ) Hear the tortur'd wretch's breath, See his leaden glance of death Rather than thefe yet fix'd I ftand ! What cruel fpells my finews bind ? What direful magic draws my fight ? Oh ! fave me from that bloody hand, Quick tear me hence- there that was kind ; Now lead me to my live-long night. But yet fecure that lifted door Ha ! what repels thy fearlefs arm ? What frightful fhapes thy foul alarm ? Thy ftrength is vain, it will not clofe, Oh ! how the -waken' d whirlwinds roar, See ! where that fpectre darkly glows, Its fhadowy hands the door uphold, Away ! or it will gaze thee .cold. My nature fickens at the ftrife, Fear curdles all the floods of life, My finking knees are fore opprefr, In this cold pafTage let me reft. Shield me fome pitying fon of light ! Lo ! they defcend See where they glide ! How that majeftic phantom figh'd I'll hear no more they melt in night, Or through the diftant alleys fweep, No voice is heard, and all the whirlwinds deep Come, to our cavern let us fly my guard, Left darker vifions rife, and our flow fteps retard. Horror ( 'S> Horror and myftery ! whence that groan ? See ! through thefe bars, a lurid gleam Darts fiercely on yon crimfon flream, That wanders o'er the fable ftone. And now it flames through that mamve cage, And mews grim famine's rage, Behold the ftruggling victim it contains, Life lingers in his languid veins, Hangs on his livid lip, and rolls his eye, His fpirit may not flay, yet cannot fly. Oh ! come, my friend ha ! there again What lights yon deep and horrid den ? Sure demons leave their burning flood, To hover o'er thefe caves of blood, Lo ! that fair that youthful form, His cheek was late with beauty warm, Agony has fix'd his glance, What un feen tortures rack his frame ?" What deed " without a name" Has wrap'd him in that dreadful trance ? 'Tis no illufion, fee the murderer flies, With filent footfteps through each difmal cell, By the blue taper's light I fee his eyes, Big with the malice of the prince of hell ; Exulting furies the keen villain chafe, Clap their foul wings, and light the loathfome place. Away ! ( i6 ) Away ! defcend ; a deadly dew- Creeps on me as I view. Yet ftay, fupport me to my cell ; Give me thy hand ? What ! art thou fled ? Art thou too falfe ? nay then, my hopes farewel ! Death fcowls impatient o'er my wretched head ! Hark ! fure the pow'rs of angry heaven roll, From its ftrong bafe this horrid pile, Yon cells unfold ! back wheel their pond'rous grates, And rufhing fpeclres through the paflage howl ? ., " Foul murder, and infernal guile", And 3'ell for vengeance to the tardy fates,. Rapid and fierce, a grifly made Burfts through the cleaving flairs, This way its hideous eye- balls roll L 'Tis too much for mortal mold, My brain is rack'd, my veins are cold, Where (hall I turn my Heps for aid r Terror uplifts my parting hairs> And madnefs fattens on my foul ! Angels of heaven ! guard me hark ! it fpeaks, Bury me deep : its accent breaks Like thunder o'er the midnight iky, Red phrenzy flames from its eye, Keen on the gory veflure it upholds, That fhews a regal badge, wove in the ltifF'ned folds** That * The e'.deft Prince of Armagnac who went mad in the Batlile, where he was long confined with his brother, by the execrable Lewis the Eleventh; tbey were fixed in holes funk in the ftone-work, in the farms ( ^7 ) u Till the fiery blaft defcends, "Shivers the mountains, melts the poles, " And beauty with black horror blends, " Thofe rnuft. remain untold; " 'Till loofen'd' from the firmament the fpheres, , " Forgetful of their wonted race, " Clafh in the fields of boundlefs fpace ; u And the rifted orbs difclofe, " Their central horrors to the fulphureous light, " 'Till Vengeance wing'd with flames appears, " And his fweeping comets throws, "To blaft the warring univerfe, and hurl it into night* - " Impatient for that awful day, " Oft from unholy graves we burft, " When from our fiery prifbns free, " v And wander near thefe towers accurfr, - " While the wan moon purfues its way ; " Phantoms whofe look were death to thee, . "Stalk through the winding aides with filent pace, " Hark ! the doors clap and now again they flee, " In yon deep noifome vaults I hear their moans, " As flitting by their fcatter'd bones, " On that infernal wheel their clotted gore they trace. " And fome in yon remoter cell, " Lingering o'er a gulph profound, " Shriek to its weltering waters fullen roar, " Whofe gloomy fubterranean mores refound, " Woes that Imagination's flight repel, " Enchain with dread and bid it feek no more, " When tf 20 ) Xi When all without is wrapp'd in night, " When not a wind breathes o'er the fleeping lan4 " Sent from the earth along each echoing wall, " Strange hollow tones thy foul appal, . " Then all untouch'd by mortal hand, M The inftruments of torture clang, Xi That in yon grated gallery hang, Al And glimmer to a faint myfterious light. * c For fpeech can ne'er unfold, nor thought conceive, " The deeds thefe direful glooms have feen, '*' Here the grim ruffian fhook his poinard keen, u And bade the breaft of foftnefs ceafe to heave; " Here on his pointed fleel rais'd high in air, " He held the fhrieking babe with anguifh blacky " And lur'd the fpirit linking in defpair, " With fympathy deceitful to the rack.* Xi Here fleep'lefs cruelty invention goads " Oft drasrs'd in filence from the focial world, " Thoufands have perifh'd in thefe fell abodes, " Bv means unknown to deaths unthoushit of huiTd ; " Foul fecret deeds ne'er known beyond thefe bounds, ** Are in the paufe of midnight done, " While * It is a common practice with the attendants to pretend great concern for the prifoners ; the follow- ing are ufual expreffions of this nature : " How truly unfortunate it is that the king fhould be fo prejudiced againft you ! the affair for which you were deprived of your liberty was a mere pretext, to gratify fome fpite which your enemies have had againft you : would to heaven they were not fo powerful !" It is thus they gain a knowledge of the prifoners' difpqfitions ; for every thing is conducted by art, obfcurity, and de- vice, and the cuftom is not unfrequent amongft the attendants, to draw by artifices from the prifoner fome .difrefpe&ful expreffions againft the Government, and afterwards to give up an account of all that he has ia^d^-IIif.orical Remarks on the Cafile of jhe Bajlik. ( SI ) " While clattering wheels bury the piercing found. " That echo through the cells below, " Fainter and fainter every moan, " Till from the mangled wretch they ceafe to .flow. " Many the avenues -to death that meet *' Thy unfufpecling eye ; 4i In that unfathom'd pit bones mouldering He, " And lo ! perdition yawns beneath thy feet ; " Touch but that fubtle fpring* " Thou failed: ne'er again to rife, " Caught by the whirling engines hid below, " Fait o'er a dark abyfs where horror lies, " Involv'd in tenfold myfteries ; '" Compar'd to which grief's keeneft fling, " Life's parting groan, " Or terror's maddening glow, " When on mortal eyes we glare, " Is mild, mild as the gloom of vernal mowers, " To that which gathers in the air, " When folemn winter lowers, ** And bids the whirlwinds pile his cloudy throne. w L0112; F * The Comte lie Boulalnvillicrs fays (letter 14'h) that the Baftile was chiefly appro-printed to fach prifon- ers as it was determined to deftroy either by the apparent forms of juftice, or by the more fummary punifh- ment of the Oubliettes ; which laft was much in ufe with Triftam-l'hermite, a favourite companion of Lewis the Eleventh. This man was himfelf judge witnefs and executioner ; it was his cuftom to caufe thofe victims whom the king delivered into his hands to pafs over a fpring-trap, into which they fell on wheels, armed with fpik.es and cutting inftruments. Mexerai Abregt Cbroid. During the flay I made at the Baftile (fays the Comte de Boulainviliiers) I could not obtain a fight of the chamber des Oubliettes ; b it I faw in the Chateau de Ruel, which was the pleafure houfe of the Cardinal de Richlieu, and now belongs to Le Due d' Aiguillon, a clofet which ftill retains the name of the Cabinet des Oubliettes. That cruel minifter caufed the perfons whom he meant to facrifice to his vengeance to walk, into this chamber, wherein they had fcarce fet foot when the floor opened by a fpring and they funk into a profound abyfs. ( ** ) " Long in ages paft my race " Wore Gallia's regal wreathe,* " Yet o'er this accurs'd place, " The tyrant bade my fetter 'd father breathe, -f: " Gave him expos'd to vulgar eyes,! " To thofe whom mercy could not warm, " Who laugh'd contempt at pity's charm, " Smil'd at his rage, and mock'd his fighs.. " Then on the rack his finews tore, " And dragg'd him to the darken'd hall P " Thence to the gloomy fcarTold bore, " And o'er him threw the fable pall ; " But faint the horrors of the fcene, " Faint to the monger's fiery thought,, " The gafping princes pallid mien, " His hollow fhriek, his final figh, "Till his victim fons were brought " To gaze upon his fpringing blood, 66 To bathe them in the facred flood, , " And in his fever'd head behold his glaring eye ! a Seize * The Duke of Nemours was the known defcendant of Clovis the firft chriftian king of France ; he reigned in 486. Voltaire. f When Lewishad caufed the Duke of Nemours to be feized at Carlat in 1477, he ordered him. to be confined in an iron cage in the Baftile. % He was examined in his cage, after which he was put to the torture, received fentenceof death, and was led to confeflion in a hall hung with black ; confeffion was then confidered as a favour granted to con- demned criminals, and mourning hangings were only ufed for princes. Voltaire. Lewis caufed the Duke's fons to be placed under the fcaffold ereiled for their father's execution, that they might receive his blood upon them, with which they went away all covered; and in that condition were conducted to the Baftile. V'Atairt. ( *3 ) "Seize him for this ye powers that know " To rack the callous foul with woe, " Demons of vengeance ! hafle to bear " His ftruggling form to thicker air " Methinks I hear the coming roar " Lo ! where the guilty fpirit gleams, r. " Life on his crimfon poinard ftreams, ** Ha ! monfter whence thefe robes of gore ? " Whence vulture falls this bloody fhovver " That burns my whirling brain, and bids me think no more ? Protect me heaven ! all now again is night, . Fled is that livid light Yet founds confus'd and horrid meet my ear, E'en yet methinks I fee its flaming eye ! Where fhall I lay my burning head ? From this dread fpot I dare not fly, The fatal fpring is near, . And I may plunge on that deep hideous bed I What lucid light plays on the lofty roof ? Which echoes back my voice in fadder tones ; Is it the lunar radiance ? no, it flies, Again it ftreams i Whence are thofe tender moans ?. Methinks I hear the founds of mild reproof, And now a fpirit beams before my eyes ! " Ah ! could'il: thou hope to find dear cred'Jous youth, " In the cold hand of pow'r the patriot's meed ? "Or ft*4 ) "Or think to kindle at the rays of -truth, Cl Fires which might. hid thy country's gloo.ms recede? " Didfl: thou not know the cautious wily band, " Who thrive and grovel at the foot of pow'r, " Would fiercely intercept the daring hand " And clofe the eye that might their views explore ? -" Wert thou not caution'd by thy father's fate " To wrap in filence ev'ry gen'rous thought, " And tremble to provoke his hate, " Who on thy race fuch ruin brought ? -*' Many to whom thy foul was bound " By nature's finefr. ties, " Lie ftrewn on this polluted ground-; " And many a fr reaming phantom flies, " Reftlefs through thefe guilty tow'rs, " With whom infriendmip's bands,, thou'flpaO: the golden. hours* " But lo ! the twilight flies before the morn, *' Through yon thick irons fee ! the rofy iky, " Now from all human eyes we go forlorn, " Some in. the deeps, fbme in the florms to figh. " I am thy fifler's fpirit and but flay " To bid thee bow before the throne of grace, " And beg with meek afllirance mercy's ray, For even now thyfteps the murderers trace. < a Ere ( *5 ) " Ere yon white crefcent fading from thy fight, " Relumine the dark vault of night, " The thirfty wolves thy foul will free, *' To mingle with the air like me. " Why I till now ne'er in thy lonely hours, '*' Appeared to tell thee all my woes, "*' And why I haunt thefe foul myfterious towers, " Some future period mail difclofe. *' My tale is dark and dreadful but the time " When fpirits almoft purified muft go, * i Approaches fa ft ; fbon in fome fairer clime *' I'll meet and tell thee all my woe. " The ruffians that will ftop thy breath, " Are whifpering in the caves profound, " Now they prepare the fullen wheel, " The knotty cords, the ragged fteel, *" I hear the difmal found ! ~ ii Yet oh I with firmnefs meet thy death, *' But for a moment mail they clafp " Thee in their lavage grafp ; " Farewel, I can no more, the lingering {hades of nighty " Roll to the weft, ting'd with the golden light !" ****** Horror and death ! the fiends afcend My panting heart to rend ; Ye angels fold me with your wings ! Mercy ! 'tis vain faft fetter'd here, Meekly ( *6 J Meekly reirgn*d I wait The dark decrees of fate ; Pafs but this bitter tranfient hour, I (hall ceafe to feel its power.- A ftronger cord the ruffian brings, And now a long farewel to fear ! A ray from heaven fills my breaft, And my rapt foul pants for eternal relL LINES I *7 % LINES ON- A SNOW DRO P. X ALE beautiful flow' ret ! that graced the plain, While yon fea-beaten rocks icy chryftals adorn, While winter majeftic ftill frowns o'er the main, And on the loud winds heavy tempefts are borne ; Pale beautiful herald I thou Cornell to fpeak Of the feafons when, foft from the palace of light, . The morning with rofeate luftre mall break, And illumine the tranfient empire of night. . When yon vault a celeftial blue will o'erfpread, When the land will in beauty and grace be arrayM, When the foft- iighing wind balmy odours will fhed, And nature's fweet -melodies rife in the made ; Thus ferene and delicious, rapt fancy pourtrays The fummer's bright bloflbms and filvery ikies, Nor thinks that to damp its imperial blaze, From the fea's refllefs bofom thick vapours may rife, And And enthron'd in dark flate on the mountain's wild 'brow, Oft pour their cold dews on the wandering gale, Or melting in rain chill the warm fcene below, Stain the pure-flowing riv'let and rufh o'er the vale. Ah ! thus we behold, while exigence is new, When fancy firft. wakes and hope dawns on the fcene, The lovely perfpective they give to our view, Of perennial beauty and pleafures ferene. IndiilincT:, yet delightful the virions appear, As we foar on the pinions of fancy fublime, While rich notes of harmonv fall on the ear, And Elyfiums are feen through the labyrinths of time;; Then we think not adverfity's glooms may pervade, And envelope in mifts fancy's magical bowers, Eclipfe the bright day- liar of Hope by their ihade, And darken with woe our meridian hours., SONNET ( ') > SONNET. JL/ELIGHTFUL days ! for which I vainly weep, Where mall my fick'ning foul your 'femblance find ? Where hear your mufic, that fo oft could fteep In vifionary blifs my penfive mind ? Oh ! ye are gone, and time no more can give-, Array'd in charms like yours a future hour, Though fortune bid me with young pleafure live, Or in my lap her,golden treafures pour ; Then buly Memory no more recal The beauteous images that wound my heart, O'er them let pale Oblivion cafl her pall, Yet flay fweet Memory ! we muft not part, To forrow ftill they give a fbothing charm, And while they pierce my foul prefent a balm ! CLESSAMOR. H ( 3 ) CLESSAMOR, IN IMITATION OF OSS IAN. V^LESSAMOR mild king of rocky folitudes, hung the fhicld and the faulchion in his halls, his arm was feeble, and his hair as the falling mow. Amongft the fteeps of the North rofe the warrior's towers, their feet were rooted in the depths their battlements frown- ed on the malice of time. Peace lived in the retreat of Cleffamor, for the light of glory beamed on his youth his daughter was beau- tiful as the morn ing-ftar like the heroes of Fingal were his bloom- ing fons by day-fpring they rouz'd the boar from his den, they laughed at his fiery glance they bade him roll in death, and return- ed to reft in the manfion of Cleflamor. The bard fung the deeds of their fathers on the mores of other lands their halls rung of chiefs who had ftept for ages in the tombs of the mountains the youths fired at the fong, feized their javelins again, their fouls rufhed like a war-horfe to the fight they longed to walk in the roaring field, but their fpears hung unftained in their lofty halls the clangors of battle were no more the arm of their enemy was fhrunk in death the rocks re-echoed the fong of peace. But joy is fleeting as the meteor in the mift like the morning breath of ftreams it mocks the grafp it will not ftay its abode is in the cloudy halls of heroes, The glory of Cleffamor was an arrow in the heart of Erath he turned pale ( Si > pale amid the tumult of war he fled behind the winding rocks the reproaches of the hero purfued him fhame darkened his brow ven- geance raged in his foul, and he raifed the fires at midnight round the king's abode. The flrength of heroes was vain Alona the fair daughter of the king fhrieked unheard her brothers fought her amid the blaze, but found her not the fires roared through the halls the foundations of ages pad were loofened the battlements fell heavy on the roof, and the voice of Cleflamor was buried in the noife the bright flames feized the youths as they flew through the towers dazzled they funk, and rofe no more..- Alona flood weeping on the cliff the abode of her fathers glowed on its top (he had {ten the mounting ruin (he had called on her fleeping brothers fhe had fhrieked near the chambers of the king the fiery ftream drove her hack filence was in the houfe its faithlefs dwellers were fled. The foes of Cleflamor fmiled on the diflant fteeps All night fhe law it blaze all night fhe called on her father for the brothers of her love fhe called, but they heard her not -Two days faw the dwelling burn two nights Alona wept on the damp cliffs the third lun beheld it cold and delblate the walls were red and gloomy the rafters of oak were crumbled the fallen roof had forced the column from its place, and the arms of heroes were blue with fire till the day was gone fhe wandered through the filent halls the night was keen the blafr w T ith iron wings mounted the rocks the towers trem- bled at its voice the pillars of the portal bowed they rolled. down the cliffthey daihed into the palling flream Alona came down fhe fat by the dark wave it foamed over the half-ieen pillars' fhe hid her Fair head on the ruin bv the flream her bright locks floated on the breath of freezing winds Death rode upon their wings, and refled on her fhivering bolom ! Beautiful maid ! of a race that have ceafed to- fiiine, a wandering bard lays the green fod on thy white breafl he (3> he covers thy cold form with rude fragments he ftrings his fad harp near thy mofly grave he fighs in the echoing towers of thy fathers ! WRITTEN On a Blank Leaf of Shakefpeare* Hjt X>Y Nature Heft, fcorning Art's cold commands, Thy radiance Shakefpeare ftill fuperior glows Thus the bright Opal* mocks the artifFs hands, And from its native rock light's richeft tinctures throws. SONNET * The Opal is a lingular and elegant ftone which difplays its beaulies without the art of the lapidary. ( 33 > SONNET TO PETER PINDAR, ESQ^ VV HY gains keen fatire bard thy partial eye, When round thy lyre th' elegiac goddefs wreathes Each bloflbm fweet that on her border breathes, And bids them live till fympathy (hall die ? Defift, and fweep the penfive chords again, Whofe magic founds awake the tearful grace, Win from affliction half her fecret pain, And lull the agony they cannot chafe ; Again to Cynthia pour the melting lay, And paint the anguifh of defpairing love, Then., like the murmurs of the lonely dove,' Thy notes a fweet and mournful charm convey . 'Tis then, forgive me bard, I fcarce regret the hour, That gave thy forrowing foul to love's relentlefs pow'r. SONNET ( 34 ) SONNET TO MISS SEWARD. ON BEADING HER ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF CAPTAIN COOK. jj AIR Seward ! while his deeds whofe haplefs fate, CalPd from thy mournful (hell its fweeteft note, While thefe the youth of Britain mail elate, Young Genius roufe, or kindle daring thought ; Or his mild ifles upon the fouthern main, Lift their green bofoms in primeval bloom, Or Nature's hands the polar ocean chain, And wrap its limits in tremendous gloom ; So long the Mufe who fung his zeal benign, And to the world's dark bound' ries mark'd his courfe, Breath'd her rich mufic o'er his plumed fhrine, And track'd his fpirit to its awful fource ; So long her melodies mail charm the ear, Shall humanize the heart, and wake the pleafing tear. SONNET ( 35 ) SONNET ON HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS THE PRINCE OF WALES' COMPLIANCE WITH THE PROPOSED RESTRICTIONS. IN THE REGENCY BILL. J[ HO' o'er the Royal Youth, with proud control, Cautious Sufpicion throws her fhackles bafe, Nor dares to truft his dignity of foul, Nor aught regards the grandeur of his race ; Deems it unfafe In which the foul's firft faculties expand ; Dear to the negro is his leafy fhed, As to the Briton Albion's attic land. Perhaps fome hearts in that forlorn retreat, Throbb'd with each virtue that refinement knows ; Some with the patriot's energies might beat, Some melt with fympathy at friendfhip's woes. For there are minds with innate beauty fraught, On whom the arts ne'er fhed their lovely light ; There are whom heavenly wifdom never taught, That tread the paths of purity in night. As the wild flowers that deck Virginia's vales, Breathe the rich perfume, the fame tints expand, With thofe which, fhelter'd from the chilling gales, Are mingled by the ikilful florift's hand. Unhappy M ( 4* ) Unhappy Africa ! for whom in vain Majeftic natureTpreads her various blooms, Whofe hunted fons from many a hoftile train Vainly feek fhelter in thy thickeir. glooms ; For thee, the Mufe, who loves to range thy clime, Hear thy dread thunders down the defart hurl'd, Stray 'mongft thy rocks where horror reigns fublime, And fhades immenfe ! coeval with the world ! Fondly for thee, her rifing hopes prefage The days are near, when all thy wrongs mail ceafe ; Thy forrows, Charity's foft eye engage, And anxious Mercy plans thy future peace. Perhaps, when her fweet voice {hall harmonize The wild, difcordant feelings of mankind, And Commerce rend, difdaining dark difguife, The fanguine wreathes that now her temples bind ; Benignly bright, the focial arts may feek Along thy glowing mores to build their fanes, Bid from the dormant mind new beauty break, And lead a grace where defolation reigns. Science on thy dark fteeps may love to dwell, And mark the lurid lightnings flam below, And Poefy awake her 'heavenly ihell, In thofe lone Ifles where Leon's waters flow. Nor (47> Nor be the fair conjectures deem'd romance, That thus would link and dignify the world ; Surely thofe glooms thro' which the foes advance, Thofe coafls where hoftile banners are unfurl'd, Alike are open to the foothing train Of radiant Science and enchanting Art, Whofe voice can charm the fiery throb of pain, And many a thrilling joy to life impart. Th' infuriate tempeft. heaven's high concave rends, And the fad fhepherd's golden fruits o'erwhelms ; But if in funny mowers its ftore defcends, Awaken'd Beauty fmiles thro' all her realms I SONNET ( 48 ) SONNET TO GRATITUDE. X HY foftefr. whifpers ever let me hear, Benignant Maid ! whofe eager outitretch'd arm, And eye fuffus'd with many a pearly tear, With filent eloquence, refiltlefs charm. If round the friend who rais'd my drooping head, Misfortune's fable clouds malignant roll, Oh ! teach me round her couch fweet flow'rs to (lied, And fhield from Sorrow's (hafts her gen'rous foul ; But if my wayward mind in fome fad hour Difown, oh ! Gratitude, thy melting voice, My eyes forget fbft fympathy to pour, And Cynthia's blifs no more my heart rejoice : Clos'd be thefe eyes to the bright blaze of day, And round its frozen fource life's ftream forget to play. SONNET ( 49 1 SONNET TO MRS. SIDDONS. M AJESTIC votrefs of the mournful mufe, Siddons ! whole voice can jfteep the foul in woe, Bathe every eye in Pity's pleafing dews, Or bid the breafl: with fire heroic glow : Long may'fl: thou illuflrate the poet's page, Exalt the fpirit, and enchant the view, The warring thoughts on virtue's fide engage, And paint each paffion in its fineft hue ; For if my penfive heart may judge thy pow'r, No tranfient fympathy thou leav'il behind, The tear long lingers call'd by thee and more, Thou print'fr. the love of goodnefs on the mind Who does not feel beneath thy fweet control Virtue eret her throne within his foften'd foul ? SONNET N I (SO SONNET. iO ! o*er the naked fcene the beating fnow Driven by the North faft falls in flaky mowers, Keen froft forbids yon hard'ning ftream to flow, And hangs his chryftals on the leaflefs bowers. Now finks the Struggling fun behind yon rocks,. And leaves the freezing world to Stygian night, But deem not that in vain ftern Winter locks With iron hands the fources of delight ; For from his chilling powers the earth imbibes New Strength and beauty for her numerous tribes % Hence all the fweets of lavifh fpring we trace, And hence the golden harvefts of the plains ; And thus in Mifery's lap fair Virtue gains A recent vigour and a higher grace. SONNET ( Si ) SONNET TO THE VIOLET. s OFT balmy flower ! that on the pathlefs hill Unfold'ft thy fweet leaves to the lucid ray, Or bendeft o'er fome unfrequented rill That bathes thy green ftem as it winds away; There no proud foot (hall damp thy velvet bloom, Nor rudely rob thee of thy penfive grace, There thou may' ft oft the evening gale perfume, . Till nature calls thee to thy primal place.. When all thy powers exhaufted, 'mongft the reeds Thou droop'ft in folitude thy faded head, And with thy fragrant fifters of the meads Find'ft a fweet fhelter and a quiet bed May I with lowly grace, fuftain life's various fcene, And die like thee fair flower, amid fome vale ferene ! SONNET U ^3 /.) SONNET TO PITY. X ITY ! on whofe wet cheek no vermeil blooms Whofe voice oft wins Augustus from the bow'rs, Where pleafure warbles, and which tafle illumes, Strewing the magic wildernefs with flow'rs* Pity ! whofe accents bade thy darling rend From Misery's feft'ring arm the galling chain, Mercy and Juftice in bright union blend, And fend the wretch to light and love again ; Still may the royal youth, oh ! nymph divine, Derive his pureft tranfports from thy pow'r, Still footh the pallid toilers of the mine, And (hade e'en guilt from Winter's icy fhow'r ; With glory's lofty fong mingle thy thrilling tone, And hang thy dewy wreathes around his future throne. SONNET ( S3 ) VIOLA and ALONZa [IN IMITATION OF THE OLD SPANISH BALLAD.] JjOUND towards Afric's fultry defarts, " Lo ! the mip the billows cleaves, " Floating on the faithlefs ocean " See ! my captive lover grieves. " From Granada's blooming vallies, *' O'er the fnowy fteeps* I come, 61 Come to footh my brave Alonzo, " And partake his fatal doom. " Hum ye winds ! be frill ye waters'! "*' Waft him not fo fad: away " From fair Xenil'sf banks Viola *' Noble youth intreats thy flay. il Stay ! oh ! ftay for me my hero, " Let me brave the tyrant's hate, *' Let him lock me in thy fetters, *' I will mare thy cruel fate ; <) * The Sierra Navaila, or fnowy mountains, run from eaft to weft through Granada; f Xenjl, the river which runs by the city of Granada. " Toil ( 54 ) " Toil with thee on foreign mountains, " Where the Panther feeds her brood, " Watch well pleas'd thy midnight {lumbers, " Fearlefs midfr. the roaring wood. " Diflant from the vulgar wretched, " We will weave- our palmy fhed, " Soft I'll make thy leafy pillow, " Soft I'll bind thy throbbing head. " Ne'er fhall forrow pain, or danger " Force Viola from thy fight, " Woe fhall flrengthen our affection, " Love mail make e'en 11a very light " Sullen o'er the deck he wanders " With a wild unequal pace " Now his foul dhTolves in foftnefs, " Now the tears bedew his face ! " On thefe happy mores he gazes, " For his wretched bride he mourns " Now my lovely warrior fees me ! " With impatience wild he burns ; " Lo ! he burfts his fhameful fhackles, " Now he feeks his native land, " He comes ! Ah ! no, the watchful minions " -Fatter bind his val'rous hand. " Sparc ( ss ) " Spare him ! fpare him gentle rovers ! " Oh ! his arm they fiercely gralp ; "Fait acrofs his gen'rous bofom " See ! the heavy links they clafp. ** Now the cruel gale blows louder, " Drives the veflel o'er the deep, " Heaves aloft the foaming billows, " And o'erwhelms the flying (hip ! " No ! 'tis but the work of fancy, " Gently flghs the fummer-wind, " Gently plays upon the ocean, *' Tis to us alone unkind Li " E'en denied one mournful tranfport, " Now they drag him from my view ! " Heaven preferve thee brave Alonzo, " Gallant youth a long adieu ! 44 See ! the light of day is finking, " O'er the fkies dark clouds ariie, 44 Diftant mills involve my lover ! " Hope within my bofom dies 1 SONNET ( $6 ) SONNET {WRITTEN IN DECEMBER, NEAR THE RUINS OF SHEFFIELD MANOR.] _l HESE dark -brown hills, and yonder antique -walls That totter to December's boift'rous winds ; Yon lonely tow'r which, aged ivy bind s And thro' the chinks in fad luxuriance falls, The earlieft, plea fu res of my foul recals. In childhood's fcenes, the drooping fpirit finds A happinefs unknown to vulgar minds, When of the rude and fickle world it palls. In yon cold ruin, white Tradition fays, Scotia's lorn queen her weary head reclin'd, Wept for loft France and love's primeval days ! Her haunts are dear to every gen'rous mind, To me, thrice dear are yon, for through their. maze My Delia's voice has oft my joys refin'd. SONNET ( 57 ) SONNET TO THE SETTING-SUN. P ARENT of Beauty ! oft as I behold The veil of evening thy refplendence (hroud, See thee empurple yon flow-failing cloud, And o'er the ocean fhow'r a paler gold ; And from this height difcern a deeper hue Steal o'er yon wood, checking the linnet's lay, Hear its mellifluous cadence die away, And mark the rock-rofe droop beneath the dew ; The grandeur of his powerful hand I own, Who clothes in amber light thy morning- throne, And bids thee in the zenith radiant mine ;. But when from weftern fkies thy beauty flows, His mercy in thy foften'd fplendor glows, And fills my penfive foul with love divine ! SONNET ( 58 ) SONNET, FOUND IN A RECESS OF THAT CELL IN THE BASTILE WHERE THE PRISONER WAS CONFINED WHO WORE AN IRON MASK, AND WHO IT HAS BEEN SAID WAS AN ITALIAN OF DISTINCTION. Oi 'H Italy ! my country ! beauteous fcene Of life's pure earlier!: joys, I never more Shall wander through thy -myrtle- (hades ferene, Feel Love's celeftial fmile, nor Friendmip's Power ; Thy grots, thy palaces, thy claffic. ltreams, Perennial bloflbms, and unclouded ikies, Save when they mingle with my fallen dreams, Will ne'er again delight thefe aching eyes ; Save through the hollow vaults the fweeping wind. The fhriek of phrenzy, clank of captive's chains, And doors that on their mafly hinges grind, Eternal filence through this lab'rinth reigns ; Where I, while black. Defpair repels Hope's trembling ray, In folitude and gloom groan my long life away ! 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