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 DESCRIPTIVE POEM. 
 
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 MDCCLXXVII.
 
 
 MOUNT pleasant: 
 
 DESCRIPTIVE POEM. 
 
 ILLE TERRAR.UM MIHI PRATER OMNES 
 ANCULUS RIDET — ^— ^ 
 
 HOR.
 
 THE follmsoing Poem was written fome years ago, 
 at a very early period of life^ without the leajl 
 intentio7i of publication. It is not however by way of 
 a7i apology^ that this circumfance is me?itioned \ the 
 author being fully co72vinced, that an excufe for 
 obtruding a nemo publication on the worlds is always 
 
 fuperfluous ; a good one hei?ig in no need of //, and 
 an indifferent one receiving no addition to its value^ 
 
 fro7n any circumjlance that can be alledgcd in its 
 
 favour. 
 
 LIVERPOOL, 
 l6th January 1 777. 
 
 B
 
 MOUNT PLEASANT.* 
 
 FREED from the cares that daily throng my bread, 
 Again, beneath my native fhades I reft. 
 Thefe fhades, where lightly fled my youthful day. 
 Ere fancy bow'd to reafon's boafted fway. 
 — Untaught the toils of bufier life to bear, 
 The fool's impertinence, the proud man's fneer ; 
 Sick of the world, to thefe retreats I fly. 
 Devoid of art my early reed to try : 
 
 * An agreeable Eminence near Liverpool, which commands the profpeft 
 defcribed in the following Poem. 
 
 B^ To
 
 8 MOUNT PLEASANT. 
 
 To paint the profpc^ls which around me rife. 
 What time the cloudlefs fun defcends the fkies, 
 Each latent beauty of the landfcape trace, 
 Fond of the charms that deck my native place. 
 
 The fliades of Grongar bloom fecure of fame ; 
 Edge-hill to Jago owes its lafting name ; 
 When Windsor-forest's loveliefl: fcencs decay, 
 Still fhall they live in Pope's unrivall'd lay. 
 Led on by Hope an equal theme I choofe : 
 — O might the fubjed; boaft an equal Mufe ! 
 Then fliould her name the force of time dcfy,^ 
 When funk in ruin Liverpool fhall lie. 
 
 How numerous now her thronginof buildings rife ? 
 what varied objedls ftrike the wandering eyes ! 
 Where rife yon mafts her crowded navies ride. 
 And the broad rampire checks the beating tide ; 
 
 Along
 
 MOUNT PLEASANT. 
 
 Along the beach her fpacious ftreets extend, 
 Her areas open, and her fpires afcend ; 
 In loud confufion mingled founds arife, 
 The docks re-echoing with the feamen's cries, 
 The mafTy hammer "founding from afar, 
 The bell flow-tolling, and the rattling car ; 
 And thundering oft the cannon's horrid roar, 
 In lefTening echos dies along the fhore. 
 
 There with the genuine glow of Commerce fir'd. 
 Her anxious votaries plod the ftreets untir'd ; 
 Each calm, fcquefter'd fcene of life, defpife, 
 And all thofe fweets the vacant hour fupplies. 
 When wearied ftudy flacks her rigid rein. 
 And fcarce one loitering thought difturbs the brain r 
 — Loft to thofe arts the happier (qw admire. 
 The Painter's pencil, and the Poet's lyre ; 
 
 The
 
 lo MOUNT PLEASANT. 
 
 The foft emotions gentler bofoms move, 
 The voice of FriendlLip, and the fmiles of Love ; 
 To all that fooths the painful hour of ftrife ; 
 To all that graces, all that fvveetens life. 
 
 Ah ! why, ye Sons of Wealth, with ceafelefs toil, 
 Add gold to gold, and fwell the fliining pile ? 
 Your general courfe to happinefs ye bend. 
 Why then to gain the means negle£t the end ? 
 To purchafe peace requires a fcanty ftore, — 
 — O fpurn the groveling wifli that pants for more ! — 
 And thirft not with the fame unconquer'd rage. 
 Till nature whitens in the froft of age ; 
 But rather, on the prefent hour rely, 
 And catch the happier moments ere they fly ; 
 And whilfl the fpring of life each blifs infpires, 
 Improve its gifts, and feed the focial fires : 
 
 Let
 
 MOUNT PLEASANT. ii 
 
 Let Friendfhip foften, Love her charms difclofe, 
 Peace guard your hours, and fweeten your repofe. 
 Yet not regardlefs how your joys endure, 
 Let watchful Prudence make thofe joys fecure. 
 
 Far as the eye can trace the profpe<fl round, 
 The fplendid tracks of opulence are found : 
 Yet fcarce an hundred annual rounds have run. 
 Since iirft the fabric of this power begun ; 
 His noble waves inglorious, Mersey roll'd, 
 Nor felt thofe waves by labouring art controul'd ; 
 Along his fide a few fmall cots were fpread, 
 His finny brood their humble tenants fed ; 
 At opening dawn with fraudful nets fupply'd, 
 The paddling fkiff would brave his fpacious tide, 
 Ply round the fhores, nor tempt the dangerous main, 
 But feek ere night the friendly port again. 
 
 Now
 
 12 MOUNT PLEASANT. 
 
 Now o'er the wondering world her name refounds, 
 
 From Northern climes, to India's diftant bounds. 
 
 — Where-e'er his fhores the broad Atlantic laves ; 
 
 Where-e'er the Baltic rolls his wintry waves ; 
 
 Where-e'er the honour'd flood extends his tide, 
 
 That clafps Sicilia like a favour'd bride ; 
 
 Whofe waves in ages paft fo oft have bore 
 
 The ftorm of battle on the Punic fhore ; 
 
 Have wafh'd the banks of Greece's learned bow'rs, 
 
 And view'd at diftance Rome's imperial tow'rs ; 
 
 In every clime her profperous fleets are known, 
 
 She makes the wealth of every clime her own : 
 
 Greenland for her its bulky whale reflgns. 
 
 And temperate Gallia rears her generous vines ; 
 
 'Midft warm Iberia citron-orchards blow. 
 
 And the ripe fruitage bends the labouring bough : 
 
 The Occident a richer tribute yields, 
 
 Far different produce fwells their cultur'd fields ; 
 V 
 
 Hence
 
 MOUNT PLEASANT. * 13 
 
 Hence the ftrons; cordial that inflames the brain, 
 The honey'd fweetnefs of the juicy cane, 
 The vegetative fleece, the azure dye. 
 And every produdl of a warmer flcy. 
 
 I There Afric's fvvarthy fons their toils repeat, 
 
 Beneath the fervors of the noon-tide heat ; 
 
 Torn from each joy that crown'd their native foil, 
 
 No fvveet refledlions mitigate their toil ; 
 
 From morn, to eve, by rigorous hands oppreft. 
 
 Dull fly their hours, of every hope unbleft. 
 
 Till broke with labour, helplefs, and forlorn, 
 
 From their weak grafp the lingering morfel tora ; 
 
 The reed-built hovel's friendly fhade deny'd ; 
 
 The jeft of folly, and the fcorn of pride ; 
 
 Drooping beneath meridian funs they lie. 
 
 Lift the faint head, and bend th' imploring eye ; 
 
 C Till
 
 14 MOUNT PLEASANT. 
 
 Till Death, in kindnefs, from the tortur'd breaft 
 Calls the free fpirit to the realms of reft. 
 
 Shame to Mankind ! But flianie to Britons moft, 
 Who all the fweets of Liberty can boaft ; 
 Yet, deaf to every human claim, deny 
 That blifs to others, which thcmfclves enjoy : 
 Life's bitter draught with harfher bitter fill ; 
 Blaft every joy, and add to every ill ; 
 The trembling limbs with galling iron bind, 
 Nor loofe the heavier bondage of the mind. 
 
 Yet whence thefe horrors ? this inhuman rage. 
 That brands with blackefl infamy the age ? 
 Is it, our varied interefts difagree. 
 And Britain finks if Afric's fons be free ? 
 — No — Hence a few fuperiluous ftores we claim, 
 That tempt our avarice, but increafe our fhame ; 
 
 The
 
 MOUNT PLEASANT. 15 
 
 The lickly palate touch with more delight, 
 
 Or fwell the fenfelefs riot of the night.— 
 
 — Bleft were the days ere Foreign Climes were known, 
 
 Our wants contraded, and our wealth our own ; 
 
 When Health could crown, and Innocence endear, 
 
 The temperate meal, that coft no eye a tear : 
 
 Our drink, the beverage of the chryftal flood, 
 
 — Not madly purchas'd by a brother's blood — 
 
 Ere the wide fpreading ills of Trade began, 
 
 Or Luxury trampled on the rights of Man. 
 
 When Commerce, yet an infant, rais'd her head, 
 'Twas mutual want her growing empire fpread : 
 Thofe mutual wants a diflant realm fupply'd, 
 And like advantage every clime enjoy'd. 
 Diftrufllefs then of every treacherous view. 
 An open welcome met the ftranger crew ; 
 
 C 2 And
 
 i6 MOUNT PLEASANT. 
 
 And whilft the whitening fleet approach'd to land, 
 The wondering natives hail'd them from the ftrand ; 
 Fearlefs to meet, amidft the flow of foul. 
 The lurking dagger, or the poifon'd bowl. 
 
 Now, more defl:rudlive than a blighting ftorm, 
 A bloated monflcr. Commerce rears her form ; 
 Throws the meek olive from her daring hand, 
 Grafps the red fword, and whirls the flaming br&nd : 
 True to no faith ; by no refl:raints controul'd ; 
 By guilt mad6 cautious, and by avarice bold. 
 Each feature reddens with the tinge of fliame, 
 Whilft Patna's plain, and Buxar's fields I name ; 
 How droops Bengal beneath Opprefllcn's reign ! 
 How groans Oris s a with the weight of flain ! 
 To glut her rage, what thoufands there have bled, 
 What thrones are vacant, and what princes dead I 
 
 In
 
 MOUNT PLEASANT. 17 
 
 In vain may War's relenting fury fpare, 
 
 Attendant Famine follows in the rear, 
 
 And the poor natives but furvive to know 
 
 The lingering horrors of feverer woe. 
 
 — Can this be fhe, who promis'd once to bind 
 
 In leagues of fl:ri6left amity, mankind ? 
 
 This fiend, whofe breath inflames the fpark of ftrife, 
 
 And pays with trivial toys the price of life ? 
 
 As fome induftrious man, whofe prudent mind 
 To bufmefs is in earlier years inclin'd, 
 With ceafelefs fteps, the road of wealth purfues, 
 Bounds there his wifh, and centers all his views ; 
 Till fatiate with fuccefs, he quits the chace, 
 And fighs for happier hours of reft and peace j 
 Feels avarice in his foftening breaft decay, 
 And nobler paiTions in their turns bear fway ; 
 
 Feels
 
 i8 MOUNT PLEASANT. 
 
 Feels genuine tafte, by weeds obfcur'd too long, 
 Spring in the mind, and boaft a bloom more ftrong. 
 So rofe the pride of Mersey's fpacious ftream, 
 Repofe her fcorn, and riches all her aim : 
 Till grown at length by long attention great, 
 The Arts have chofen here their bleft retreat. 
 
 At their approach, fee Gothic tafte retire ! 
 And true proportion raife the graceful fpire, 
 Mould the proud column, fwcU the fpacious dome, 
 To Grecia's genius give the ftrength of Rome ! 
 The marble, fee ! with mimic nature warm. 
 Spring into life, and beam with every charm : 
 O'er the fmooth canvas, mingling colours flow, 
 The features open, and the landfcape glow. 
 Reviving Science opes her latent mines, 
 The judgment ripens, and the thought refines. 
 
 And
 
 MOUNT PLEASANT. 19 
 
 And here ***** with genius all his own, 
 New tracks explores, and arts before unknown. 
 
 O form'd in every varied fcene to pleafe ! 
 
 With manly fenfe endued, and native eafe ; 
 With eloquence to ftill the liftening throng, 
 Fix every eye, and lilence every tongue j 
 Save, when attention overflows its bound, 
 And the ftill murmur of applaufe goes round ! 
 
 The Muses too, their kindling influence bring, 
 Wake the fweet lute, and ftrike the foundinor ftrins - 
 And whilft they rove on Mersey's favour'd flde, 
 Smooth rolls the ftream, and prouder fwells the tide. 
 'Tis theirs, the chains of avarice to unbind, 
 Pour fofter manners on th' attentive mind ; 
 To bid the bofom gentler pafTions prove ; 
 The friends of Virtue, and the friends of Love. 
 
 —Here
 
 20 MOUNT PLEASANT. 
 
 — Here fafely planted, deep they ftrike the root, 
 And generous Candour guards the infant fhoot. 
 To tempt their ftay, and win their lafting fmile. 
 The Friends of Genius rais'd yon fpacious Pile : * 
 There, whilft cold precepts ineffedual prove, 
 The great example never fails to move. 
 As differing feelings different fcenes fupply, 
 We droop in anguifh, or we fwell with joy : 
 Now footh'd to love, we own the foftening flame ; 
 Now pow'rful horrors rufh thro' all our frame ; 
 The ftrong dclufions lead the ftruggling will, 
 The nervelefs captive of the Poet's fkill. 
 
 If frowning Satire opens all her rage, 
 And drags the profperous villain on the flage ; 
 Or if with nicer fkill, fhe aims the dart. 
 To wound the fmaller foibles of the heart, 
 
 * The Theatre Royal, ere(5led by Subfcription. 
 
 Bids
 
 MOUNT PLEASANT. 21 
 
 Bids Self-applaufe her favourite mirror quit, 
 And wakes in Virtue's caufe the powers of Wit : 
 If on the ftage the Comic Mufe be feen, 
 With broader fmile, and more negledied mien ; 
 Thro' every part, fome ufeful leffons fhine. 
 Some latent moral lies in every line ; 
 The varied fcenes to one great purpofe tend, 
 *' To raife the Genius, and the heart to mend." 
 
 Sweep the light ftrings, and louder fwell the Lyre ! 
 Far nobler Themes a nobler fong require. — 
 The Heav'n born Virtues come, — a lovely train ; 
 They prompt the verfe, — be theirs the votive ftrain. 
 —Not thofe that feek in lonely Ihades to dwell, 
 The felfifli inmates of the hermit's cell ; 
 Like his pale lamp, a partial light fupply, 
 Unbleft to live, and unregarded die ; 
 
 D But
 
 22 MOUNT PLEASANT. 
 
 But thofe defign'd to footh the labouring breaft, 
 
 Proteft the weak, and give the weary reft ; 
 
 AfTuage the rigors of corporeal pain ; 
 
 Supply the poor, and loofe the prifoner's chain : 
 
 And like the radiance of the folar ray, 
 
 On all around to pour impartial day. 
 
 — Known by the watry luftre of her eye, 
 Her forrowing fmile, and fympathizing figh ; 
 See ! tender Pity comes ;— at her controul, 
 Drops the big tear, and melts the flubborn foul ; 
 So the rude rock by power divine impelFd, 
 Gufli'd forth in ftreams, and cheer'd the thirfty field. 
 — Next Charity, — by no proud pageants known, 
 Nor crown, nor fweeping train, nor azure zone. 
 — If chance remembrance wakes the generous deed, 
 No pride elates her, and fhe claims no meed ; 
 
 And
 
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 And timorous ever of the vulgar gaze, 
 She loves the adlion, but difclaims the praife. 
 — Yet not of Virtue's open caufe afraid, 
 Where public bleflings afk her public aid, 
 She fhines fuperior to the wretch's fneer. 
 And bold in confcious honour, knows no fear. 
 Hence rofe yon pile, where licknefs finds relief, 
 Where lenient care allays the weight of grief ; * 
 — Yon fpacious roof, where hufh'd in calm repofe. 
 The drooping widow half forgets her woes : f 
 — Yon calm retreat, where fcreen'd from every ill, 
 The helplefs orphan's throbbing heart lies flill ; :^ 
 And finds delighted, in the peaceful dome, 
 A better parent, and a happier home. 
 
 * The public Infirmary. 
 
 t The Alms-Houfes adjoining the Infirmary. 
 
 X The Blue-Coat Hoipital, 
 
 D 2 Far
 
 24 MOUNT PLEASANT. 
 
 Far to the right, where Merfey duteous pours 
 To the broad main his tributary ftores ; 
 Ting'd with the radiance of the golden beam, 
 Sparkle the quivering waves : and midfl: the gleam 
 In different hues, as fweeps the changeful ray, 
 Pacific fleets their guiltlefs pomp difplay : 
 Fair to the fight, they fpread the floating fail, 
 Catch the light breeze, and fkim before the gale ; 
 Till leffcning gradual on the ftretching view, 
 Obfcure they mingle in the difhant blue ; 
 Where in foft tints the fky with ocean blends, 
 And on the weaken'd fight, the long, long profpcd ends. 
 
 Where wild Tornados fweep along the {ky, 
 And o'er the climate gleamy lightenings fly ; 
 Where poifonous groves exhale their noxious breath, 
 And crefted ferpents fvvcll with fecret death ; 
 
 Or
 
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 Or where bleak hills perpetual fnovv fuftain, 
 
 And the faint fun fcarce liquidates the main ; 
 
 For thefe dread climes their native fhores they leave, 
 
 And dare the fecret rock, and maddening wave. 
 
 — Thofe native fhores, their eyes no more may view. 
 
 If big with horror angry fate purfue ; 
 
 Tho' now in grim repofe the tempefts fleep. 
 
 Soon may they howl along the fhivering deep ; 
 
 Dafh the proud velTel o'er the blackened brine, 
 
 Crufh the ftrong maft, and break the friendly line : 
 
 Till on the beach an haplefs wreck {he lies, 
 
 And human favages fecure the prize : 
 
 Stab the faint wretch, if any fuch remain. 
 
 Explore the bark, and fhare the glittering gain» 
 
 But fliou'd kind Heaven her courfe in fafety keep, 
 Calm the ftrong gale, and ftill the boiling deep, 
 
 Then
 
 26 MOUNT PLEASANT. 
 
 Then midft the friendly port with joyful pride. 
 Laden with weftern riches fhall fhe ride; 
 And Commerce fmiling on the bufy flrand. 
 Shall fondly hail her favourite fons to land. 
 
 Yet lovelier fcenes the varied profpedl cheer, 
 Where Cestria's plains in long extent appear, 
 There fhine the yellow fields with corn o'erfpread ; 
 There lifts Britannia's oak its tow'ring head : 
 Swells the brown hill, the floping vales retire. 
 And o'er the woodland peeps the rural fpire ; 
 Above the reft the Cambrian mountains rife, 
 Clofe the long view, and mingle with the fkies. 
 
 Can Gallia's vine-crown'd hills with thefe compare ? 
 Tho' there the peafant breathes a milder air ; 
 Or can Iberia's lovelieft landfcapes ihow. 
 So rich a profped, or fo bright a glow ? 
 
 There
 
 MOUNT PLEASANT. 27 
 
 There funs all fultry parch the cracking foil, 
 The hardening meadow mocks the peafant's toil ; 
 The fpirits droop beneath the noon-tide blaze, 
 And all the rofeate bloom of health decays : 
 But here fhe loves her choiceft gifts to pour, 
 Breathes in each gale, and melts in every {how'r ; 
 Sheds joy, and gladnefs, o'er the temperate plain, 
 And crowns the cottage of the labouring fwain : 
 Midft the throng'd vale, as fhe imparts her fmile. 
 Care fmooths her front, and labour fcorns his toil ; 
 And love, his dewy locks with rofes bound. 
 Trips o'er the lawn, and meditates the wound. 
 
 At diftance far from frowns tyrannic fled. 
 Here facred Freedom rears her awful head ; 
 Queen of each liberal art ! O may thy fmile 
 Still blefs Britannia's ever grateful lile ! 
 
 — Soon
 
 28 MOUNT PLEASANT. 
 
 —Soon fliall proud Greece her envied name refign, 
 And future poets, patriots, heroes fhine ; 
 Then fhall the Mufe expand a ftrongcr wing, 
 And other Miltons ftrike the founding ftring ; 
 To future ages give the warrior's name, 
 Whofe breaft expanfive own'd thy generous flame, 
 Who at thy facred fhrine refign'd his breath, 
 And ftcrnly grafp'd thy lovely form in death. 
 
 Far on the view—at foften'd diftance feen, 
 Whilft rolls the ftream its copious waves between, 
 There— long defer ted by the fable band, 
 A lonely abbey glooms upon the ftrand : * 
 When once the towering arch, in Gothic ftate 
 Rofe high ; and frown'd reclufe the iron grate : 
 
 * The Abbey or Priory of Birkenhead, orBirkett; built on the dppofite 
 Shore of the River Merfey, in the Reign of Henry II. 
 
 But
 
 MOUNT PLEASANT. 29 
 
 But fKook by time, the lofty columns fall, 
 
 The wide roof drtps, and finks the mouldering wall ; 
 
 The hollow gale thro' every cavern flies. 
 
 And the dull owl repeats her midnight cries. 
 
 Here Superftition once aflTum'd her reign j 
 Religion flcken'd in her weighty chain : 
 And all obfcur'd beneath the dreary gloom, 
 The focial Graces loft their lovely bloom. 
 — No cafual Virtue mark'd the pafling day, 
 Whilft flept the Monks the circling years away ; 
 Dead to thofe nobler paflions, whence proceed 
 The liberal fentiment, and generous deed, 
 That prompt to general good the felfifh mind, 
 And wake the ardent wifli to blefs mankind : 
 The ills of life no longer claim'd a care, 
 But every Virtue center'd in — a Prayer. 
 
 E So
 
 30 MOUNT PLEASANT. 
 
 So ftands fome lake amidft the ilieltering vale, 
 Its waves unruffled by the rifing gale ; 
 On the green furge are poifonous infeds found, 
 And putrid vapours fpread black mifts around ; 
 Whilft the clear rill, gives fweetnefs as it flows, 
 To every flower that on its margin grows. 
 
 Ah ! brand them not in one promifcuous throng 
 (Thus candor wou'd reftrain the rigid fong,) 
 For fome perhaps, amidft the numerous crew, 
 A nobler motive to the manlion drew : 
 —Long travell'd thro' the thorny paths of life. 
 Long labouring to maintain th' unequal ftrife. 
 To mifery lent the little fortune gave. 
 The ftorni approaching, and no friend to fave ; 
 Or from each fond connedion early torn, 
 Abandon'd, hopelefs, deftitute, forlorn; 
 
 To
 
 MOUNT PLEASANT. 31 
 
 To every thought of earthly pleafure dead, 
 Some Sorrower, here might reft his weary head ; 
 And oft as kindred woes approach'd his ear, 
 Beftow the fecret tribute of a tear : 
 Or from thefe varying fcenes avert his eyes, 
 Scorn every traniient ill, and gain the fkies ; 
 Till o'er his path, hope beam'd her brighteft ray, 
 And peace celeftial ftrew'd with flowers the way. 
 
 Now fober evening, wet with pearly dews, 
 Slow o'er the mead, the lingering gleam purfues ; 
 A pleaflng ftillnefs thro' the air extends. 
 Save when the murmur from the Town afcends ; 
 Or when at intervals, the red bread's throat 
 Pours the clear warblings of his cloflng note. 
 Which floating penflve, on the breathing wind. 
 Leave foft impreflions on the vacant mind, 
 
 E 2 O ftill
 
 32 MOUNT PLEASANT. 
 
 O ftill, at evening's milder hour, be mine, 
 To trace with raptur'd eye the dear decline ! 
 Catch the pure gale as from the main it Tprings, 
 Salubrious frcfhnefs dropping from its wings ; 
 — Then, cares forgot, and forrow footh'd to reft, 
 Each ruder paffion banifh'd from the breaft. 
 Mild as the hour, and cloudlefs as the fkies, 
 The mind on ftronger pinions loves to rife ; 
 And loofen'd from the dull reftraints of day, 
 Expanfive gives the fprings of thought to play : 
 Bold, aftive, vigorous, thro' th' enfranchis'd foul, 
 The nobler train of fair ideas roll ; 
 The ardent glow, that wakes at friendfhip's name : 
 The thirft of fcience, and the patriot flame ; 
 The generous fear, that wounds the youthful breaft, 
 To live inglorious, and to die unbleft ; 
 A liberal fcorn of every low deftre, 
 Of all that knaves purfue, and fools admire j 
 
 Of
 
 MOUNT PLEASANT. 33 
 
 Of fortune's ftores, of fplendor's fickly blaze, 
 Precarious blifs, and unfubftantial praife. 
 
 Now wrapt beneath the deepening gloom of night, 
 Fades the gay profpe6l on the glimmering fight : — 
 — Thus in the round of time's uncheck'd career, 
 Day follows day, and year fucceeds to year ; 
 And changeful ever, as the circle flies. 
 As empires fall, fuccefllve empires rife. 
 What now remains of Tyre's imperial pride ? 
 Where float the fleets that crown'd her conftant tide. 
 That 'midft her echoing ports their fails unfurl'd, 
 Brav'd the wide feas, and fearch'd each diftant world ? 
 — Not her broad bafe of glory, cou'd withftand. 
 The conquering force of time's deftrudlive hand. 
 
 And tho' on fortune's fwelling tide borne high, 
 No dangers threaten, and no fears annoy j 
 
 The
 
 54 MOUNT PLEASANT. 
 
 The time may come, — (O diftant be the year) 
 When dcfolation fpreads her empire here. 
 When Trade's uncertain triumph fhall be o'er, 
 And the wave roll ncgle6led on the fliore ; 
 Returning verdure cloathe the pathlefs plain, 
 And not one trace of former pride remain. 
 — Yet even then, when all her fplendor fled. 
 This mart of nations fliall decline her head, 
 When dark oblivion veils this faint eflay, 
 (The fhort-liv'd offspring of a vernal day) 
 Her name, in time's perennial lifts enroll'd. 
 Shall rank with thofe which Commerce lov'd of old ; 
 And teach mankind, how vain the pride, that fprings 
 From the fhort glory of terreftrial things. 
 
 ODE
 
 O D E 
 
 O N T H E 
 INSTITUTION 
 
 OF A 
 
 ; O C I E T \ 
 
 I N 
 
 LIVERPOOL, 
 
 FOR THE ENCOURAGEMENT OF 
 
 DESIGNING, DRAWING, PAINTING, &c. 
 
 Read before the Soci ETY, December 17th 1773. 
 
 Quel prefage pour Polhimnie ! 
 La gloire des dieux du pinceau, 
 A la reine de 1' harmonic 
 Annonce uti triomphe ncuveau. 
 — Par des reciproques fecours 
 Augmentant leur clarte feconde 
 Les aftres eclairent le monde 
 Sans fe combattre dans leur conrs. 
 
 Gresset.
 
 A FEW Copies of the follawing Ode, were printed ifi 
 the year 1774; and dijlributed by the author amo7igfi 
 his friejids. Byfome accident it came under the cognizance 
 of the Monthly Review, (for Dec. 1774) and the indid- 
 gence there JJjewn it, has tficouraged the author to a7mex 
 it to the foregoing Poem. The Society, on whofe inflitution 
 it was written, was not of long continuance ; its fudden 
 decay being prificipally occafeoned by the lofs of a very 
 ingenious, and fpirited member, now refedent in Germany. 
 The author is not without hopes, that a Society of a fmilar 
 nature will be oj^e day eflabliped in Liverpool: but 
 however that may be, he is happy in the refleSlion, that in 
 this, as well as in the precedi^ig Poem, he has attempted 
 to promote " the arts be loves,"" and to abate that fpirit 
 of enterprise, and thirfi of gain, which when too much in- 
 dulged, isfeldom produ&ive either of virtue or happi?tefs.
 
 ODE, &"€. 
 
 1.^ ROM climes where Slavery's iron chain 
 
 Has bound to earth the foaring mind, 
 Where Grecia mourns her blafted plain 
 To want and indolence refign'd ; 
 From fair Italia's once lov'd fhore, 
 (The land of Freedom now no more) 
 Difdainful of each former feat, 
 The Arts, a lovely train, retreat: 
 Still profpering under Freedom's eye, 
 With her they bloom, with her they fly ; 
 
 F 2 And
 
 40 ODE. 
 
 And when the Pow'r transferr'd her fmilc 
 To Albion's ever grateful ifle, 
 The lovely Fugitives forgot to roam, 
 But rais'd their altars here, and fix'd their happier home. 
 
 Swift fly the hovering fhades of Night, 
 When burfts the orient dawn of Day ; 
 As fwift before their mental light 
 The clouds of Ignorance decay. 
 Firft carhe the Muse— her great delign' 
 Each dull fenfation to refine ; 
 To plant in every rugged bread 
 The feeds of Genius and of Taste j 
 To bid the heart expand with woe. 
 Or with the great example glow, 
 Or fmile along the fportive page, 
 Or {hrink at Satire's pointed rage ; 
 
 Thro'
 
 ODE. 41 
 
 Thro' Fancy's realms the wondering mind to bear, 
 And for her fifter Arts an eafier path prepare. 
 
 Of power to ftill the raging deep, 
 To damp the gay, to warm the cold, 
 To bid the fteel-ribb'd warrior weep, 
 And make the trembling daftard bold. 
 To free the Have, the wild to tame, 
 Queen of the Spheres, next Music came : — 
 Her ftrains can every care controul, 
 And waft to heav'n the lift'ning foul ;. 
 Can every foft affection move, 
 And tune the amorous pulfe to love r 
 Now chafte and rapturous joys infpire,. 
 Pure as the veftal's facred fire ; 
 Now loud and dreadful fwell the ftrong alarms, 
 Foment, the thirft of blood, the glorious rage of arms. 
 
 Next
 
 42 
 
 ODE. 
 
 Next came the Power, in whom conjoin'd 
 Their differing excellence is fliewn ; 
 Yet fweetly blended, and combin'd 
 With charms peculiarly her own. 
 Beneath the great Creator's eye, 
 'Twas iTie with azure fprcad the fky; 
 And when Creation firft had birth. 
 In happieft hues array'd the earth : 
 Still varying in each varied fcene, 
 Bedeck'd the fmiling meads with green, 
 Blufh'd in the flower, and ting'd the fruit, 
 More lovely ftill as more minute ; 
 O'er every part the veil of beauty caft, 
 In heav'nly colours bright, thro' numerous years to laft. 
 
 Hers is the glowing bold defign, 
 The juft and leffening perfpedive. 
 
 The
 
 O D E. 43 
 
 The beauties of the waving line, 
 And all the pencil's power can give. 
 'Tis true — the Bard's harmonious tongue 
 May draw the landfcape bright and ftrong j 
 Defcribe the dreadful fcenes of war, 
 The crefted helm, the rattling car ; 
 The generous thirft of praife infpire, 
 And kindle virtue's facred fire : 
 Yet ftill may Painting's glowing hand 
 ' An equal fhare of praife command ; 
 Tn every province claim her mingled part, 
 The wondering fenfe to charm, or moralize the heart. 
 
 Majeftic, nervous, bold, and ftrong, 
 Let Angelo with Milton vie ; 
 Oppos'd to Waller's amorous fong. 
 His art let wanton Titian try ; 
 
 Let
 
 44 ODE. 
 
 Let great Romano's free defign, 
 Contend with Dryden's pompous line ; 
 And chafte Correggio's graceful air, 
 With Pope's unblemiHi'd page compare ; 
 LoRAiNE may rival Thomson's name; 
 And Hogarth's equal Butler's fame : 
 For ftill where-e'er th' afpiring Mufe 
 Her wide, unbounded flight purfues. 
 Her Sifter foars on kindred wings fublime, 
 And gives her favourite names to grace the rolls of time. 
 
 When juft degrees of fliade and light 
 Contend in fweeteft harmony. 
 Then burfts upon the raptur'd fight 
 The filent Music of the eye. 
 Bold, as the Bafe's deeper found, 
 We trace the well imagin'd ground ; 
 
 Next
 
 ODE. 4S 
 
 Next in the varying fcenes behind, 
 The fvveet melodious Tenor find ; 
 And as the foft'ning notes decay, 
 The diftant profpe6t fades away : 
 Their aid if mingling colours give. 
 To bid the mimic landfcape live ; 
 The vifual concert breaks upon the eyes, 
 With every different charm which Mufic's hand fupplies. 
 
 If, torn from all we hold moft dear. 
 The tedious moments flowly roll. 
 Can Music's tendereft accents cheer 
 The filent grief that melts the foul ? 
 Or can the Poet's boafted art 
 The healing balm of peace impart ? 
 — Ahj no !— 'Tis only Painting's pow'r 
 Can footh the fad, the painful hour ; 
 
 G Can
 
 46 ODE. 
 
 Can bring the much lov'd form to view, 
 In features exquisitely true ; 
 The fparkling eye, the blooming face, 
 The Ihape adorn'd with every grace, 
 To Nature's felf fcarce yield the doubtful ftrife, 
 Swell from the deep'ning fhade, and afk the gift of life. 
 
 By flow degrees, the Mufe's fkill . 
 
 A juft conception mufl: impart ; 
 
 Bend by degrees the ftubborn will ; 
 
 Touch by degrees the harden'd heart : 
 
 To aid the tafk whilft Memory joins, * 
 
 And every wand'ring thought combines ; 
 
 Colledling then the beauteous whole, 
 
 She gives th' idea to the foul : 
 
 But when with happieft nature warm, 
 
 The Artifl fpreads his pidur'd charm, 
 
 At
 
 ODE. 
 
 At once we feel th' accomplifli'd thought, 
 At once the great effect is wrought : 
 Nor only to the judging h\v confin'd, 
 It ftrikes each artlefs eye, and fpeaks to every mind. 
 
 In all the force of language dreft, 
 But faintly moves the feeble ftrain ; 
 But to the faithful light expreft, 
 The ftory thrills thro' every vein. 
 Friend of the Arts, when Caesar bled. 
 Soon as the murd'rous tidings fpread, 
 Each Roman heav'd a figh fmcere, 
 Each hardy veteran dropp'd a tear : 
 But when to public view confeft, 
 High wav'd the hero's blood-ftain'd veft, 
 A generous phrenfy feiz'd the throng, 
 Revenge was heard from every tongue ; 
 
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 Thence
 
 48 ODE. 
 
 Thence every nervous arm frefli vigour drew, 
 Brightgleam'd the vengeful ftcel, and dreadful firebrands flew. 
 
 O Queen of heaven's unnumber'd dyes ! 
 Whofe fkill with various pow'r replete, 
 Can bid the fwift ideas rife, 
 Of tender, beauteous, ftrong, and great ! 
 For thee in mutual bands we join ; — 
 Nor thou the fond attempt decline ; 
 But to our longing fight difplay 
 Some fparks of thy celeftial ray : 
 And if beneath a rough difguife 
 The latent gem of Genius lies, 
 Do thou impart thy friendly aid, 
 Thy lovelieft polifli o'er it fprcad ; 
 So fhall its beams, with genuine luftre bright. 
 Pour radiance on thine head, who call'd it firfl: to light. 
 
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 ODE. 49 
 
 And ye, with wealth profufely bleft, 
 The fubftitutes of Pow'r fupreme, 
 To cheer the heart by grief depreft, 
 And cherifh Virtue's facred flame i 
 To us your generous cares extend ; 
 The fuppliant train of Arts befriend : 
 Nor think, to Mifery's claims unjuft, 
 You mifapply your facred truft ; 
 Or, whilfl you bid the Genius rife, 
 Your noble tafk negledied lies : 
 For ftill the breafl where Genius glows, 
 A fenfe of Moral Beauty knows ; 
 Endu'd with gifts above the crowd to fhine, 
 The judge of Nature's works, and Virtue's charms divine. 
 
 THE END.
 
 '■f'
 
 POEMS, 
 
 LYRICAL 
 
 AND 
 
 MISCELLANEOUS. 
 
 BY THE LATE 
 
 REV. HENRY MOORE, 
 
 OF LISKEARD. 
 
 PRINTED FOR J. JOHNSON, NO. 72, ST. PAUL's CHTRCir-YARD ; 
 £y J. Croxaler ami E. Hemsled, Warwich-S^tart. 
 
 1803.
 
 P R E F z\ C E 
 
 B y THE EDITOR. 
 
 Of the Author of the subsequent Poems, whose lot it was, with genius, 
 learning, and morals, to pass a life of almost total obscurity, few bio- 
 graphical memorials could be expected. Such as have been obtained, 
 together with some account of the circumstances attending the present 
 publication, will, doubtless, be acceptable to the reader. 
 
 Henry Moore was born on March 30, 1732, at Plymouth, where 
 his father, a man of extensive learning and merit, was minister to a con- 
 gregation of Dissenters, His mother was the daughter of AVilliani 
 Bellevv, Esq. of Stockleigh-court, in the same county. He received his 
 grammar-education under Mr. Bedford, afterwards vicar of Charles- 
 parish, in Plymouth. The conversation and instruction of his father 
 could not fail to contribute farther to his early improvement. In the year 
 1749 he was entered at the academy of Dr. Doddridge at Northampton; 
 and he was a member of it at the time of that eminent tutor's decease. 
 On this occasion, Mr. Moore paid a tribute of respect and veneration in 
 a poem to his memory, to the publication of which he gave his consent, 
 but not to the many alterations which were made without his knowledge, 
 and with which he was much. displeased. The poem was dedicated to 
 Mrs. Doddridge, and was justly admired as a production of elegant fancy 
 and warm affection. He finished his academical course under Dr. Ash- 
 worth; and in 1755 or 1756, was elected minister to a dissenting con- 
 gregation at Dulverton in Somersetshire. In 1757 he removed to a 
 similar situation at Modbury in Devonshire; where he continued till his 
 
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 final removal to Liskeard in Cornwall, which took place about the year 
 1787. In these long periods of lite he appears to have been almost 
 totally lost from the notice of the world ; recollected, perhaps, bv some 
 of his tellow-students as a youth of promise ; known by a few brother- 
 ministers as a man of learning and critical talents ; but probably scarcely 
 recognised by two or three individuals for the splendid and cultivated 
 genius, capable of shining in the highest ranks of literature, had fortune 
 produced him upon a theatre suited to his powers. 
 
 How he appeared in the latter portion of this narrow course, to an 
 intimate friend who was able properly to estimate him, will best be 
 shewn in that friend's own words. " He was probably led to adopt his 
 " retired and obscure mode of life, partly from the weakness of his 
 " constitution, the original infirmity of which was distressingly increased 
 " by his studious and sedentary habits ; partly from the singular modesty 
 " and diffidence of his disposition. Notwithstanding, however, he thus 
 " voluntarily withdrew from general society, when in company with any 
 " one with whom he felt himself at ease, his conversation was most 
 " agreeable and entertaining, enlivened with sprightly sallies and sea- 
 " sonable anecdotes. Although there was so little in his situation that 
 " seemed calculated to produce contentment and thankfulness, and 
 " although he had long suffered under painful and complicated bodily 
 " complaints, yet he was perfectly free from any disposition to repine. 
 " I never heard him utter a querulous expression. The composure and 
 " resignation of his mind seemed always undisturbed. His manners were 
 " singularly mild and gentle. He appeared utterly unconscious of pos- 
 " sessing any extraordinary powers : indeed, his behaviour indicated a 
 " greater degree of humility and distrust than I almost ever witnessed." 
 I shall add, that both the trials he underwent, and the sources of his con- 
 solation, are strongly marked in his poems ; in perusing which, we cannot 
 but feel, that though he suffered much, he was nobli/ sii[yjwrted. 
 
 He so far overcame his diffidence, as to become a considerable contri- 
 butor to the two volumes of '* Commentaries and Essays," published by
 
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 tlie Society for promoting the Knowledge of the Scriptures. In these, the 
 different papers entitled, " Critical Notes on many pas--?ges of the Old 
 " Testament; some Observations on the Sons: of Moses; on the Greek 
 " Version of Deut. xxxii. 4 3 ; and on the two first chapters of St. Mat- 
 " thew, and the first chapter of the Epistle to the Romans ;" all marked 
 with the initials H, M. are by his hand. These pieces obtained for the 
 author the character of a Very learned, ingenious, and useful critic, from 
 such judges as the late Dr. Geddes, and Michael Dodson, Esq. 
 
 Ivlr. Moore Avas the author of an anonymous letter, in which the doc- 
 trines of Mr. Madan's Thelypthora are attacked with much humour and 
 vivacity. 
 
 At the solicitation of his nephew, who was a very intelligent surgeon 
 at Plymouth, he printed, in 1795, a short poem entitled, "Private Life, 
 " a Moral Rhapsody." This, though a performance of much poetical 
 and sentimental beauty, yet appearing from a country press, and with no 
 advantages of publication, seems to have attracted little notice. Its merit, 
 however, did not pass unobserved by one of the periodical critics. 
 
 During the last summer, Mr, Moore put into the hands of the friend 
 above referred to, a volume of MS. poems, which, with singular mo- 
 desty, he requested him to shew to some person sufficiently conversant 
 with productions of the kind, to judge of their fitness for the public eye. 
 I was applied to on the occasion ; and I trust the readers of these pieces 
 will be convinced that I could not hesitate in giving a decided opinion in 
 their favour. In reality, I scarcely ever experienced a greater and more 
 agreeable surprize, than on the discovery of so rich a mine of poetry, 
 where I had not the least intimation of its existence. That the author 
 should have passed seventy years of life almost totally unknown, was a 
 circumstance that excited the interest of all to whom the poems were 
 communicated; and we were impatient that, however late, he should 
 enjoy those rewards of merit which had so long been withheld. In the
 
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 mean time he was attacked with a severe stroke of the palsy, which, 
 while it left his intellects free, incapacitated him for every exertion. 
 There was now no time to be lost. My offer of taking upon myself the 
 whole care of the editorship was thankfully accepted ; and a subscription 
 was set on foot, which met with the warm support of many, who were 
 desirous that all possible comfort should be supplied to cheer the helpless 
 decline of such a man. But the progress of debility anticipated these 
 well-intended efforts. He sunk tranquilly under his disease on Nov. 2, 
 1802, having, however, lived to enjoy some satisfaction from the know- 
 ledge that there were persons whom he had never seen, who could regard 
 him vvith cordial esteem and friendship. As he lived in celibacy, and 
 had no dependent relatives, no other object remained for a subscription 
 than that of bringing forward his posthumous work in an advantageous 
 manner, secure both from loss and neglect. It is now committed to a 
 liberal and discerning public,in the confidence that the Author will obtain 
 no mean place among those who have contributed to elevate the minds, 
 purify the morals, and gratify the noblest tastes of their countrymen. 
 
 5tokf Newinctoh, 
 Jan. 1,1803. 
 
 J. AIKIN.
 
 CONTENTS. 
 
 A Vernal Ode - - - Page I 
 
 A Lyric Bhapsody - - - - 6 
 
 Ode on Contentment - - . - 1 1 
 
 The Vanity of Fame - - • - - 16 
 
 Ode to Great Britain . ... 20 
 Ode, occasioned bij the atheistical Tenets publicly avowed in France 25 
 
 An Angel's Suriei/ of the World - - - - 29 
 
 Ode to Delia, Singing - - - - 36 
 
 To a young Lady on her Birth-day - - - 39 
 
 Ode to Novelty - - - - 42 
 
 Ode to Divine Wisdom ... - 46^ 
 
 Ode to Divine Love ... - ?2 
 
 Ode to Religion - - - - - 59 
 
 On Retirement . - . - - 63 
 
 The Complaint - - - - - 66 
 
 Peace of Mind, an Ode - - - - 70 
 
 Fortune and Virtue contrasted - - - 75 
 
 Ode to Night - - - - - 79 
 
 The Fall of Zion - - - - 8S 
 
 Invocation to Melancholy - - - 91 
 
 Ode to Wisdojn - - - - - 97 
 
 The Folly of Discontent - - - 102 
 
 Elegy on the Death of a yoinig Lady - - 105 
 
 Elegy on the Death of Mrs. S. - - - 109 
 
 On the Death of an ainiablc Child - - 111 
 
 Resignation - - - - 1 1 3 
 
 Epistle to a young Lady - - - - ]18< 
 
 To a young Lady, zcith Milton s Paradise Lost - - 124 
 
 Sonnets - - . . _- 127 
 
 The I32d Psalm translated - - - - 135 
 
 Hymns - - - - - 137 
 
 Private Life, a 3Ioral Rhapsody - - 144 
 
 c
 
 POEMS, 
 
 
 LYRICAL AND MISCELLANEOUS. 
 
 A VERNAL ODE. 
 
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 N his car of light on high 
 
 Flaming down the gladden'd fky, 
 
 Which the new-born Zephyrs bear 
 
 Thro' the azure wafte of air. 
 
 Dropping verdure, dropping joy. 
 
 As they wave the dewy wing. 
 Moves on, the fmiling majefty of Spring. 
 His floating robe each fplendid charm difplays 
 Of colour, varied in a thoufand ways; 
 Gay dance behind the Graces wreath'd with flowers, 
 Young Loves, and blooming Hopes, and bright-ey'd Houjs; 
 The hills and vales their green array renew. 
 And all Elizium rifes to the view ; 
 O'er ev'ry mead the breath of fragrance flows; 
 O'er ev'ry grove the blulh of beauty glows. 
 
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 Maya's rofy fingers now 
 Cull the faireft flowers that blow, 
 And ev'ry balmy Iweet combine 
 To form the wreath divine, 
 
 And confecrate the gift at Nature's facred fhrine. 
 
 The mighty Mother, bending from her throne, 
 Receives the fragrant boon, 
 
 And bids it her refulgent brows infold. 
 
 And breathe perfume around her locks of gold. 
 
 Hence, Sadnefs then, with fullen brow. 
 And gloomy thoughts, that feed on woe! 
 Hence Difcontent's corroded breaft. 
 With all Heav'n's bleffings ftill unbleft! 
 While hill, and dale, and ftream fupply, 
 Whate'er can charm the ear, or eye, 
 Scenes where enthufiafi: Fancy ftrays. 
 Loft in wild Rapture's magic maze, 
 Indulge the o-enial hour, and tafte 
 The thoufand fweets of Nature's feafl. 
 Let Cheerfulnefs with golden ray 
 Beam ev'ry cloud of care away; 
 Let warm Benevolence expand the mind. 
 And Nature's kindnefs teach us to be kind. 
 
 The Fairy-tribes, as village legends fay. 
 
 From lilent haunts of dale, and hill. 
 And pebbled fount, and rulh-clad rill. 
 And tangled copfe, and forefl hoar, 
 Where Winter winds have ceas'd to roar, 
 Now hold their yearly holy-day.
 
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 Featly o'er the hallow'd ground 
 Oa the nimble toe they bound, 
 Ever in a magic round, 
 With rites and honours due to celebrate the May. 
 Corydoii will fhew the place, 
 And their tiny footfteps trace, 
 Where the grafly circle's feen. 
 Springing with a freflier green. 
 
 There in the fecret fhadowy glade. 
 
 When from yon mountain's azure head. 
 
 The ling'ring gleams of parting day. 
 
 Glimmer, faint, and fade away. 
 
 Sweet Philomel! thou bid'ft to flow 
 
 Thy mufical, thy melting woe. 
 
 Suf])ended o'er the fparkling ftream, 
 Where plays the pale Moon's ever-trembling beam, 
 
 Attention ftands with mute furprife. 
 
 With folded arms, and half-clos'd eves, 
 
 And li liens into ecftacies. 
 The fylvan Genius feems to guard the ground, 
 
 And all is foft enchantment round. 
 
 Hufh'd is the hollow gale, 
 That lately whiftled thro' the ruftling woods ; 
 The Ihrill wild warblin2;s dvino; down the dale. 
 With the rude murmur mix'd of falling floods, 
 
 At that ftill folemn hour 
 Seize on the fenfe, and with myfterious pow'r 
 Of artlefs plaintive modulation, lull 
 In fweet and filent ravifhmcnt the Soul. 
 
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 Charm'd are the paffions, harmoniz'd the mind, 
 Cah-n as the glaffy feas, while fleeps the wind. 
 O'er-wearied Labour feels no more his toils : 
 Dew-ey'd Sorrow, rous'd to hear. 
 Wipes away the flarting tear : 
 Woe-worn Melancholy fmiles. 
 And grim Defpair, that beat her madding breaft. 
 Forgets awhile that fhe was e'er unbleft. 
 
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 But when of dawn the rofy dyes 
 
 Brighten o'er the blufhing Ikies, 
 
 And the gray clouds their robes unfold, 
 
 Streak'd with purple, edg'd with gold. 
 
 And their blended colours throw 
 
 On the glitt'ring lake below. 
 
 See ! Health, the blooming village-Maid, 
 
 Her cheek in native red array'd. 
 
 Her trefles gracefully untied. 
 
 Which (hame the artful hand of Pride, 
 
 Sprightly o'er the fpangled lawn 
 
 Comes tripj)ing like the nimble fawn! 
 
 Then at her work, the ftreams along. 
 
 Rudely trills the rural fong ! 
 
 Content, that lightens ev'ry care. 
 
 Sits Imiling in her chearful eye; 
 
 While Luxury with languid air 
 
 Leans on pale Envy pining by. 
 
 See Earth her Maker's milder image wear, 
 Profufely good, and exquifitely fair.
 
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 Spontaneous Graces catch the ravifh'd view. 
 Scenes ever varying, beauties ever new. 
 The hills rejoice around, the vallies ling, 
 And e'en rough mountains gratulate the Spring, 
 While the gay quires, that haunt the Ihelt'ring fhade, 
 Their untaught mufic mix, to glad the groves. 
 Where Contemplation, fweetly-penfive Maid, 
 With Peace and Rapture roves. 
 
 Rejoicing in the good, his hands beftow, 
 Th' Almighty Father looks well-pleas'd below ; 
 But chief, his fav'rite work to fee. 
 The pious, grateful, fecial Soul, 
 Where tun'd to Nature's harmony 
 The fofteft, fweeteft paffions roll ; 
 That throbs in fympathy with woe. 
 That flames with friendfhip's holy glow. 
 That fwells with wifhes unconfin'd 
 To fcatter bleffuigs o'er Mankind, 
 And, in divine refembling lines impreft. 
 Loves his own image on the gen'rous breaft.
 
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 A LYRIC RHAPSODY. 
 
 Beauteous Sifter of the Sun ! 
 Whofe gentle rule the ftarry quires obey, 
 In full-orb'd glory move majeftic on, 
 And fhed a fober, a religious ray ; 
 
 O'er the gloomv front of Night 
 
 Caft a fweetly-folemn grace, 
 Show'r o'er her fable plumes thy pearly light,. 
 And kindle into fmiles her awful face. 
 
 Here, mufmg in the fecret glade,. 
 While beneath the waving (hade 
 Dance on the chequer'd ground thy quiv'ring beams, 
 Or play hright-fparkling on the trembling ftreams. 
 O'er the fmooth lake a fofter luftre throw. 
 And the hill tops feem tipp'd with filver fnow. 
 From Folly's laugh, from Splendor's idle glare. 
 The routs of Riot, and the toils of Care, 
 My foul to Solitude, to Silence, flies. 
 To Contemplation's pure, and placid joys ; 
 O let her here a calm afylum find. 
 And leave the Bufy, and the Gay behind ! 
 
 Hail heav'nly Contemplation ! meek-ey'd Maid ! 
 Fair Hermit ! born beneath th' embow'ring fhade. 
 And nurs'd by Silence, daughter of the Night, 
 
 Converfing in thy native wood 
 With holy Genii, guardians of the Good, 
 Wifdom ferene, axid Rational Delight ;
 
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 Receive the fugitive— my cares afTwage, 
 And bid the fwelling paffions ceafe to rage ! 
 I long to hear the whifper'd founds, that flow 
 From thy lov'd Hps to chear the lonely hours, 
 Mild as th' ambrofial gales of heav'n, that blow 
 O'er amaranthine flow'rs. 
 
 O come ! and beaming full on Fancy's eyes 
 Bid Virtue's facred glories rife, 
 Such as befide Ilyflus' ftreams 
 Blefl: her Plato's hallow'd dreams, 
 Whence his warm tranfported thought 
 Its high ecflatic fpirit caught ! 
 Bid me with awful pleafure trace 
 Each mental charm, each moral grace. 
 In all their fair attraftions dreft. 
 The Sage's thought, the Patriot's flame, 
 The pure defire, the gen'rous aim. 
 
 And the bright ardor of the godlike breafl: ! 
 
 The friendly heart, the focial glow, 
 The melting foul of tendernefs. 
 The tear by Pity taught to flow, 
 To footh the pangs of keen diftrefs ; 
 The firm refolve, that dares defy 
 The lightning of the Tyrant's eve. 
 And, fpite of flattery, or force. 
 Holds on unmov'd its honeft courfe ! 
 Thus let me view the mind-ennobling Maid, 
 In mingled majefty and grace array'd, 
 'Till in my breafl: her thrilling pow'r inlpires 
 Her own divine delights, her own immortal fires.
 
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 But chief, above thefe fublunary Ikies 
 
 Bid my bold ideas rife 
 
 On Rapture's flaming car, 
 By fiery courfers born in boundlefs flight 
 
 Above the blazing height 
 Of yon dread concave gcmm'd with many a ftar. 
 To orbs infpher'd m empyrean gold. 
 Where crown'd with flow'ry wreaths, that never die,. 
 The blooming Sons of Immortalitv 
 Sport with young Joys in endlefs circles roll'd : 
 Where the Firfi: Beauty flieds eternal dav, 
 While round his faphire throne the flame-rob'd Quire- 
 Touch into tranfport high the heav'nly lyre, 
 And to the Perfed Fair devote the lay ; 
 And while around his peerlefs glories ftream. 
 Glow with the warmth, and brighten in the beam. 
 
 Hail Excellence Supreme ! above, below. 
 We fee thy beauteous emanations flow. 
 
 Hence each fublime, engaging grace. 
 
 That ftrikes, or charms on Nature's face ;. 
 Hence Art derives her mimic pow'r to pleafe. 
 Her varied order, and her polifh'd eafe ; 
 
 Wifdom from Thee, the parent Mind, 
 
 Imbibes her intellectual day. 
 The tow'ring fentiment, the thought refui'd, 
 
 Are beamings of thy borrow'd ray : 
 When Virtue, on her fmooth unfullied breafl: 
 
 Beholds her moral charms confefb, 
 Majeflically Great, or fweetly Fair, 
 She views but thy refledted image there..
 
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 When at thy potent voice Confnfion fled^ 
 And from the dread abyls of ancient Night ' 
 Young Nature rofe — while round her purple head 
 Play'd the mild luftre of the new-born light ; 
 When o'er the wide-extended globe 
 ^Celeftial Beauty caft her flow'ry robe, 
 With tow'ring cedars crown'd the hanging hill, 
 Shed o'er the plain, the grove, the glade, 
 Her fweetly-varied light and fhade. 
 And thro' the valley pour'd the vagrant rill ; 
 
 While Life diffus'd thro' ocean, earth, and air. 
 In her variety of farms more fair, 
 Aloft on new-fledg'd pinions wing'd her way. 
 Or cleav'd with oary fins the foaming fea, 
 Roam'd o'er the mountain, bounded thro' the brake, 
 Graz'd the fmooth green, or lurk'd in fedgy lake; 
 Still was there wanting, to command the whole, 
 A ruling Pow'r, a reas'ning Soul. 
 
 A work of more exalted kind 
 Thy great ideas then defign'd ; 
 Bade a majeflic form arife. 
 And lift to heav'n the confcious brow, 
 The feat of thought, and fparkling eyes 
 All bright in Fancy's vivid glow. 
 Him, thy fair Image, did thy word ordain 
 The reas'ning Monarch of the land and main, 
 Supreme, but with a juft and gentle fway. 
 And bade the Brute his deftin'd Lord obey,.
 
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 Nor for this world alone, a tranfient fcene, 
 Form'fl: thou the Soul — Some inftindl from within. 
 Thine infpiration, wings her wifh fublime 
 Beyond the bounds of nature, and of time. 
 The ftrong and reftlefs energy of Mind, 
 That ro\ es the fields of Science unconfin'd, 
 That fpreads its darting plumes from pole to pole, 
 Wherever tempefts rage, or oceans roll. 
 Explores the fecrets of the realms on high. 
 Draws the red lightning from the low'ring iky. 
 Bids feven-fold light its magic dyes difplay, 
 The blended glories of the golden day, 
 Treads the bright path the circling planets run. 
 Sports in the living fplcndors of the fun, 
 Or far outflies the comet's blazing race. 
 And feeks new fyflems thro' the wilds of ipace — 
 
 Immenfe defigns, 
 Immortal hopes, and unextinguifh'd fires, 
 Exalt her vafl: afpiring thought to Thee, 
 And only find a bound in thine Infinity. 
 
 But when, forgetful of her heav'nly birth, 
 She drops her idle plumes, and finks to earth. 
 When loft to Virtue's facred charms, 
 Her vigour -melts in Pleafure's arms, 
 Her grace and beauties by degrees decay. 
 And mifts of error cloud her mental ray ; 
 Slaves to a tyrant luft, divine no more. 
 Her towring faculties no longer foar; 
 Her nobler pow'rs in wild confufion toft 
 By furious paffions, or in languor loft, 
 Lie drear and wafte, like once a beauteous World 
 Dalh'd into ruin, and in Chaos hurl'd.
 
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 ODE ON CONTENTMENT. 
 
 Behold thofe haughty hills, that heav'n iilVade, 
 And o'er the vales extend their awful fliade ! 
 Sublime upon his icy throne, 
 There tyrant Winter reigns alone. 
 In fallen majefty ; while vapours hoar 
 And rainy clouds involve his gloomy brow; 
 Beneath his feet the chilling tempefts roar, 
 And down the mountain drive th' inceffant fnow; 
 Beat by the hollow blafl the rocking woods 
 Wave their brown horrors, howling o'er the floods. 
 
 Here feems old Chaos to maintain 
 
 The relics of his ancient reign, 
 When yet the rude materials of the world 
 
 Were all in wild confufion hurl'd; 
 Ere yet the Sov'reign Mind 
 In friendly league the jarring atoms join'd, 
 Polifh'd the ruocsed form of Nature's face, 
 Mix'd ftrength with elegance, with grandeur grace, 
 And pour'd thofe beauties o'er the blended Whole, 
 Which charm the fight and elevate the foul. 
 And is there ought of blifs 'mid fcenes fo dear? 
 And can Contentment fix her dwelling here? 
 
 Yes! here — tho' Wildnefs o'er the ragged rocks 
 Roams with diforder'd robes, and tangled locks, 
 Tho' hither late arrives the lagging Spring, 
 Slow-ftooping with unwilling wing, 
 
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 And fcatters with a fparlng hand 
 His treafures o'er the barren land, 
 Yet, while in ftudious quiet bleft. 
 Beneath my humble roof 1 reft, 
 I envy not the happier fkies, 
 Where bri2:htcr funs unclouded rife 
 To gild Hefperia's flow'ry vales; 
 Where Beauty wreath'd by Love with rofes 
 In the myrtle bower repofes, 
 Her bofom cool'd by fragrant gales ; 
 And vernal Hours difplay their purple pride 
 On broider'd Arno's blufhing fide. 
 
 True Blifs is not to place confin'd. 
 But ftavs, or travels with the Mind ; 
 Nor luxury, nor pomp impart 
 Her genuine rapture to the heart, 
 Thofe vaunt her favours moft, who leaft obtain. 
 The Great, the Proud, the Vicious, and the Vain. 
 Coy Beauty and referv'd, fhe flies 
 The croud's applaufe, the jmblic eye, 
 I.oud-laughing Folly's idle joys, 
 And Grandeur's childifl-i pageantry ; 
 Deep in the breaft rctir'd Ihe fits unfeen, 
 Still fouo;ht without and over-look'd within. 
 
 When Dionyfius crown'd the purple bowl. 
 Bid round the board the tides of pleafure roll. 
 And call'd her to the feaft, he call'd in vain; 
 She fled the noify banquet with difdain. 
 
 And fwift her downy pinions fpread 
 To Plato in his Academic fhadc.
 
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 While by Ilyfliis' bank with tranfport high 
 His foul enjoy'd her immortality. 
 
 In Pleafure's blooming walks and fragrant bow'rs, 
 Where Venus waves her golden hair. 
 Beneath the fhades, among the flow'rs 
 Lurks the fly deceiver Care : 
 While Admiration gazing counts 
 The trophies in long triumph born. 
 Aloft the Vigor's gilded car fhe mounts, 
 And with the wreathing laurel twines her thorn ; 
 And while " a God ! a God !" — refound the ikies. 
 The fisihins; heart the loud acclaim belies. 
 
 Her gloomy front fhe dares intrude 
 
 Upon the Tyrant's folitude ; 
 Nor can the braveft guards, that round him wait. 
 Drive the fell harpy from his chairs of ftate. 
 The found of titles, and the foothing ftrain 
 Of fervile flatt'ry charm remorfe in vain. 
 To the fore mind like mufic idly play'd 
 
 To Mothers, on an infant's bier 
 
 Shedding the pathetic tear; 
 
 Or to the fond and faithful Maid, 
 
 With a breaking heart that hangs 
 
 O'er a dying Lover's pangs. 
 
 Guilt o'er his bofom throws infernal night; 
 There the grim ghofls of ancient crimes affright; 
 Now Vengeance flames before, now frowns behind ; 
 Vengeance he hears in ev'ry whiflling wind :
 
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 For him he thinks the flafliing lightnings fly; 
 For him the thunders murmur in the Ikv : 
 Sufpicion paints the vifionary dart, 
 And pale airaffin: with uplifted hand, 
 And eye determin'd, ftern, he fees him fland, 
 And aim the vengeful weapon at his heart; 
 Aghafl: he fliudders at the view, 
 And flarts, and fears the vifion true^. 
 
 Far from the din of courts, Repofe 
 
 Vifits the harmlefs Shepherd's fhed. 
 O'er his hard limbs her fleepy poppy throws, 
 And curtains round with reft his lowly bed ; 
 
 Then gives him to the dawning day 
 
 Blith as the vermeil morn of May. 
 Uprifing light his fleecy charge he leads 
 
 To the frefli fountains, and the flow'ry meads, 
 Lays by the ftream his carelefs length along, 
 And whiftles rude his wildly-warbled fong ; 
 
 Or by the blufhing Milk-maid's pail, 
 
 Artlefs tells his tender tale. 
 
 Ambition with her gilded fnare 
 Stalks by his cot, too proud to enter there ; 
 
 From Envy's lynx's eye, 
 Conceal'd in fhades his humble merits lie. 
 And iaclious Rage, on murder'd Greatnefs fed, 
 Hurls her dire jav'lin at a nobler head. 
 
 O Nymph of fweet engaging mien, 
 With ruddy cheek, and brow ferene,.
 
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 Divine Contentment ! ftill be nigh 
 To cheer me with thy placid eye. 
 While thro' this fleeting Life's fhort various day 
 A humble Pilgrim here I plod my way, 
 May no ambitious dreams delude my mind, 
 Impatience hence be far — and far be Pride ; 
 Whate'er mv lot, on Heav'n's kind care reclin'd, 
 Be Piety my comfort — Faith my guide. 
 
 Let others rife bv ^uilt and meannefs Great, 
 
 Riot in luxury, and ftalk in ftate 
 
 Their fhort-liv'd days, 'till Death, relentlefs foe, 
 
 Strike their vain grandeur to the gulf below ; 
 
 The godlike Soul regards with jufl difdain 
 
 The paffing pageant of the Proud and Vain : 
 
 Her w ifh fhe wings beyond the bounds of time 
 
 To joys more pure, to glories more fublime. 
 
 Her bold Ambition, of no mortal fize, 
 
 Does like fome ColofTean ftatue rife. 
 
 And hide its tow'ring forehead in the Ikies. 
 
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 THE VANITY OF FJiME,. 
 
 As vapours from the marfli's miry bed 
 Afcend, and gath'ring on the mountain head, 
 Spread their long train in fpleudid pomp on high ; 
 Now o'er the vales in awful grandeur lour ; 
 Now flafhing, thund'ring down the trembling Iky, 
 Rive the tough oak, or dafh th' afpiring tow'r ; 
 
 Then melting down in rain 
 Drop to their bafe original again ; 
 Thus earth-born Heroes, the proud fons of praile». 
 Awhile on Fortune's airy fummit blaze. 
 
 The world's fair peace confound, 
 And deal difmay, and death, and ruin round. 
 Then back to earth thefe Idols of an hour 
 Sink on a fudden, and are known no more.. 
 
 Where is each boafted Favourite of Fame, 
 
 Whofe wide expanded name 
 Fill'd the loud echoes of the world around. 
 While fhore to fhore return'd the lengthen'd found?" 
 The Warriors where, who, in triumphal pride, 
 With weeping Freedom to the chariot tied, 
 To Glory's Capitolian temple rode? 
 In undiftinguiih'd dufl: together trod, 
 Vidlors and vanquifh'd mingle in the grave; 
 
 Worms prey upon the mould'ring God, 
 Nor know a Cajfar from his flave;
 
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 In empty air their mighty deeds exhale, 
 A School-boy's wonder, or an ev'ning tale. 
 
 In vain with various arts they ftrive 
 
 To keep their little names alive. 
 Bid to the Ikies th' ambitious tow'r afcend ; 
 The cirque its vaft majeftic length extend ; 
 Bid arcs of triumph fwell their graceful round; 
 Or maufoleums load th' incumber'd sfround: 
 Or Sculpture fpeak in animated ftone 
 Of vanqulfli'd Monarchs tumbled from the throne; 
 
 The rolling tide of years 
 Rufhing with ftrong, and fleady current, bears 
 The pompous piles with all their fame awav. 
 
 To black Oblivion's fea; 
 Deep in whofe dread abyfs the glory lies 
 Of empires, ages, never more to rife ! 
 
 Where's now imperial Rome, 
 Who erfl to fubjeft Kings denounc'd their doom. 
 And fliook the Scepter o'er a trembling World?" 
 From her proud height by force Barbarian hurl'd. 
 Now, on fome broken capital rcclin'd. 
 
 The Sage of claffic mind 
 Her awful relics views with pitying eye. 
 And o'er departed Grandeur heaves a figh; 
 Or fancies, wand'ring in his moon-light walk 
 The proftrate fanes, and xnould'ring domes among. 
 He fees the mighty Ghofts of Heroes ftalk 
 In melancholy majefty along, 
 
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 Or penfive hover o'er the ruins round, 
 Their pallid brows w ith faded laurels bound ; 
 While Cato's fhade feems fcornful to farvey 
 A race of Slaves, and flernly ftrides away. 
 
 Where old Euphrates winds his ftoried flood. 
 The curious Traveller explores in vain 
 The barren fhores, and folitary plain, 
 Where erft majeftic Babel's turrets flood; 
 All vanilht from the view her proud abodes, 
 Her walls, and brazen gates, and palaces of Gods ! 
 A fhapelefs heap o'erfpreads the dreary fpace, 
 Of mingled piles an undifliinguifli'd mals; 
 There the wild tenants of the defart dwell; 
 The ferpent's hifs is heard, the dragon's yell ; 
 And doleful bowlings o'er the wafte affright 
 And drive afar the wand'rers of the night. 
 
 Yet, 'tis Divinity's implanted fire, 
 Which bids the Soul to glorious heights afpire ; 
 Enlarge her wifhes, and extend her fight 
 Beyond this little Life's contra61ed round. 
 
 And wing her eagle flight 
 To grandeur, fame, and blifs without a bound. 
 Ambition's ardent hopes, and golden dreams. 
 Her tow'ring madnefs, and her wild extremes, 
 Unfold this facrcd truth to Reafon's eye. 
 That *' Man was made for Immortality." 
 
 Yes, Frierul ! let noble deeds, and noble aims 
 To diftant ages confecrate our names,
 
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 That when thefe tenements of crumbUng clay 
 
 Are dropt to dull: away, 
 Some worthy monument may ftill declare 
 
 To future times, " we were!" 
 Not fuch as mad Ambition's vot'ries raife 
 Upon the driving fand of vulgar praife; 
 
 But with its firm foundation laid 
 
 On Virtue's adamantine rock, 
 
 That to the fkies fhall lift its tow'ring head 
 
 Superior to the furge's fhock. 
 Plann'd like a Memphian Pyramid fublime, 
 Rifmg majeftic on its ample bafe. 
 By juft degrees, and with a daring grace, 
 Eredl, unmov'd amid the florms of time! 
 
 Of time ! no, that's a period too confin'd 
 
 To fill th' unbounded Mind, 
 
 Which o'er the barrier leaps of added years, 
 
 Of ages, ieras, and revolving fpheres, 
 
 And leaves the flio;ht of numbers ftill behind. 
 When the loud clarion's dreadful roll 
 Shall rend the globe from pole to pole ; 
 When worlds and fyftems fink in fire. 
 And Nature, Time, and Death expire ; 
 In the bright records of the iky 
 Shall Virtue fee her honours (hine ; 
 
 Shall fee them blazing round the facred fhrine 
 Of bleft Eternity. 
 
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 ODE TO GREAT BRITAIN. 
 
 Thee, Albion! Thee my grateful Mufe (hall fing; 
 For thee, great Mother! touch the lyric firing: 
 Parent of Men, wife, martial, bold, and free. 
 Who oft have fac'd the fierceft forms of Death, 
 And gafp'd in Glory's arms their parting breath 
 For Liberty, and Thee. 
 
 Hail featof fclence, arts, and equal fway! 
 Freedom's fair throne amid the fubjedt fea ! 
 
 Thee fav'ring Heav'n defign'd 
 From wild defpotic rage the Fortrefs of mankind. 
 
 For this he rais'd thy rocky mound. 
 
 And pour'd the roaring billows round. 
 From where old Orcas hears the rough North rave, 
 To where Belerium brows the weftern wave. 
 
 To thy propitious fhore 
 Fair Innocence oppreft by tyrant pow'r. 
 
 And meek-ey'd Peace repair. 
 And find a fure repofe and refuge there. 
 
 While on the verdant hills, and flow'ry mead. 
 Thy fleecy flocks fecurely ftray, 
 Thv lowing herds fecurely feed. 
 
 And ruflic youth their frolic gambols play. 
 No hoftile legions dare invade 
 Thy unpolluted fhade ;
 
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 No hoftile founds their horrors dart 
 
 Thro' the Virgin's trembling heart, 
 
 Lift'ning in the tranquil grove 
 
 To fome tender tale of love; 
 But Peace, and Freedom walk the hallow'd ground. 
 And rich Abundance fmiles, and Beauty blooms around. 
 
 On thy eternal rocks, with trophies grac'd, 
 
 Above the foaming furges of the flood, 
 
 Has Liberty fublime her Temple plac'd, 
 
 The deep foundations ftain'd with Tyrants' blood. 
 
 Vaft pile of adamant ! the ftrufture flands ; 
 
 To heav'ns high vault the fwelling domes afpire. 
 
 And fhed their luftre wide — while diftant lands 
 
 Behold the golden glories, and admire. 
 
 There native Genius, and confummate Art, 
 Exerting each their deftin'd part. 
 Have fpirit, grandeur, grace combin'd, 
 
 And Gothic ftrength with Grecian order join'd 
 
 To form one bold and regular defign. 
 
 Where juft proportion tempers warmth divine. 
 
 Around the walls, by mimic Art pourtray'd. 
 Are Patriots, Chiefs, and mighty deeds difplay'd. 
 
 Here the impaffion'd colours tell 
 
 How gentle, gen'rous RufTelfell; 
 There Sydney fierce, impatient of the yoke. 
 Firm and undaunted meets the Tyrant's ftroke : 
 Here Elict, ardent for her injur'd laws, 
 With Roman fpirit pleads his country's caufe,
 
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 Scorns the mean Tyrant's arts, hisrage defies, 
 And with the fpirit, that he liv'd, he dies. 
 
 See Hampden with a calm determin'd air 
 The frown of ftern Oppreffion fingly dare ! 
 
 There fainting on the ground 
 
 wound, V 
 
 »urn around. ) 
 
 In living purple fi:reams his glorious 
 
 While Freedom, Honour, Virtue moui 
 
 In attitude to fpeak fee Chatham ftand ! 
 
 He waves M'ith graceful dignity his hand ; 
 
 Britannia's rights his fervid breaft infpire, 
 
 Each look, and aft, all energy and fire ! 
 
 But feeble here are lines, and colours faint; 
 
 Fancy mufl image, what no art can paint ; 
 
 That patriot glow, from whofe rcfiftlefs ray 
 
 The foes of Freedom turn'd their eyes away ; 
 
 Soul-piercing eloquence with wifdom join'd ; 
 
 The comprehenfive thought, th' unconquerable mind. 
 
 There with majeftic charms. 
 
 Guarded by laws, and arms. 
 The Goddefs, awful, fills her facrcd feat : 
 While Tyranny with brazen fetters bound, 
 Throw n from his fteel-bright chariot to the ground, 
 Rages with idle fury at her feet: 
 His iron rod, and axes ftain'd with gore. 
 And racks, and tort'ring wheels, lie broken on the floor. 
 
 On either hand, attendant on their Queen, 
 In fair arra} a comely Choir are feen ;
 
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 Mild Peace, whofe locks her olive wreaths infold. 
 
 And rofeat Plenty, with her lib'ral horn: 
 
 And fun-burnt Commerce, bright in broider'd gold, 
 
 Whofe brows the treafures of the world adorn. 
 
 The Mufes there with manly melody 
 
 Bid to her praife their nobler numbers roll, 
 
 A'ld from the kiflre of her vivid eye 
 
 Catch the keen flame, andextacy of foul. 
 
 Touch'd by her animating ray 
 
 The Iciences and arts difplay 
 Whate'er unfetter'd Genius can inlpire, 
 All Reafon's energy, all Fancy's fire. 
 That give or grace, or dignity to Mind, 
 And form, fecure, improve the blifs of human-kind. 
 Truth, by blind zeal and tyrant rage unaw'd, 
 Like the free eagle wings her daring courfe, 
 And foaring upward to her heav'nly fource 
 Imbibes the bright effulgence of her God. 
 
 Goddefs ! by Albion moft ador'd and blefl: ! 
 
 Still may thy fpirit fwell the Britifh breaft ! 
 
 Thy ardours ftill her patriot Chiefs infpire, 
 
 And kindle to a blaze her Warriors' fire! 
 
 Beneath thy influence ftill may Britain reign, 
 
 Imperial miflrefs of the mighty main ; 
 
 And while her naval thunders roar, 
 
 Pale Gallia tremble — proud Iberia's fhore 
 Tremble thro' her echoing caves, 
 Dafli'd by Britannia's fubje6l waves !
 
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 May Fate another, better, age unfold ! 
 
 !May Peace repofe beneath her olive fhade. 
 
 While linging Mufes lull the fleeping Maid, 
 
 AndlHU may Plenty imile, and Commerce flame in gold! 
 
 O drive Corruption to her dreary cell, 
 
 There may th' envenom'd harpy dwell 
 
 Amid the glooms of night, and groans of Hell! 
 
 On Glory's car, at her fublimeft height, 
 
 ]\Iay the full fplendours of thy genius glow, 
 
 A ray on Albion beam benignly bright. 
 
 But flafh like blaftine; lio'htniiis: on her foe ! 

 
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 ODE 
 
 OCCASIONED EY THE ATHEISTICAL TENETS PUBLICKLY AVOWED 
 
 IN FRANCE. 
 
 " Is there a God ?" the Sceptic cries. 
 Profanely darins;, and abfurdly wife. * 
 Alk the loud thunder ! Alk the lightning's glare ! 
 When Terror riding on his fiery car, 
 
 Flafliing thro' the blue profound, 
 
 Shakes the vaulted heav'ns around : 
 Or alk the troubled Deep, 
 When o'er the furge the dire tornados fweep. 
 Bid the vext furface into mountains rife. 
 And A\ild Confufion mingles waves, and ikies ; 
 
 While the poor Pilot, pale with dread. 
 Sees ghaftly Death hang foaming o'er his head ; 
 Trembling fhe'll tell, what awful Pow'r prefides 
 To fink, or fwell to rage her hoarfe-refounding tides. 
 
 Alk of the fkies, who form'd their (hining frame ; 
 Who rang'd the ftarry legions in array ; 
 Who thro' the Void elanc'd the comet's flame. 
 And from its golden fountain pour'd the day ? 
 Who bends the concave of the fev'n-fold bow ? 
 Who gives the rifing morn its rofeat glow ? 
 
 * Hor. Od, 34. 1. I. Infaiiientis Sapientise.
 
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 III tenfold chirkuefs now involves the fphere ; 
 While llalk terrific thro' the dreadful night 
 "Rav'ning Death, and pale Affright, 
 And fhakc the (hiv'ring heart with frantic fear? 
 
 Are proofs of Pow'r too weak ? Behold around 
 Bounty profufe, and Love, that knows no bound ! 
 For thee, ungrateful Man ! his fav'rite care. 
 He flied a thouiand charms on Nature's face. 
 All fweetly blended — the fublime, the fair, 
 Order divine, and foul-enchanting grace. 
 Cloth'd the gay paftures with enliv'ning green, 
 Arch'd with embow'ring fhades the fylvan fcene ; 
 Swell'd the high mountain with majeftic pride, 
 Slop'd the deep vale, and down its windnig fide 
 Bid many a frefh rill flow, that murm'ring ftrays 
 Moft mufical in many a waving maze. 
 
 For thee his vernal Zephyrs play. 
 And in rich colours blooms the flow'ry May; 
 For thee his handmaid Nature fhow'rs around 
 Her ample ftores, and loads the gladden'd ground ; 
 For thee his Moons their filver beams unfold. 
 And Suns with regal grandeur blaze in gold. 
 
 Yet Man, with reafon blind, perverfe of will, 
 Caprice his guide, and luft his law, 
 Still prone to interdifted ill. 
 
 Nor Love can melt, nor Povvr' can awe. 
 
 Of Heav'n's unnumber'd bounties while pofleft 
 
 Tlic goodnefs he blafphemes, that makes him blefl:
 
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 Weak Reptile ! dares with Impious pride 
 Oppofe th' Omnipoteat's command, 
 Nor fufFers his uplifted hand* 
 To lay the vengeful bolt afide. 
 
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 Iiifatiate Famine, fiame-ey'd War, 
 
 Foul Difeafe's ghaftly train, 
 And pining Grief, and agonizing Pain, 
 Outrageous Frenzy, fullen-ey'd Defpair, 
 
 Whofe hand determin'd gral]3s the dart 
 To drive it to her heart, 
 Pale-cheek'd Anxiety, that knows no reft. 
 And fell Remorfe with fnaky trefles crown'd. 
 With all her thoufand Fiends of horror round, 
 That pierce with guilty pangs the fecret breaft. 
 And that dread Voiccj that dogs the godlefs crew, 
 Which filent long, at length with awful roll. 
 Like thunder pealing thro' the fhudd'ring Soul, 
 Compels it to believe, and tremble too. 
 All at his footftool wait his dread command : 
 Grim-vifag'd Vengeance heads the grifly band : 
 
 Arm'd with her iron rod, 
 With all the flames and thunders of her GOD, 
 Her hoft of marfhall'd Ills fhe leads below, 
 And deals around variety of woe. 
 
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 * ——_____ neque 
 
 Per noftrum patimur fcelus 
 Iracunda Jovem ponere fulmina, 
 
 HOR. Od. 3, ]. 1.
 
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 Hail Greateft ! Wiieft ! Befl ! 
 While peal thy thunders, and thy lightnings glow, 
 Let the bold tremble, and the haughty bow, 
 And thrilling terrors chill the Tyrant's breaft! 
 But bleft the pious, gentle, gen'rous Race, 
 On whom, impreft in many a lovely line. 
 
 The beamings of thy beauty fliine, 
 
 With full reflected grace! 
 Theirs is hcart-chearing Hope of eye ferene. 
 Mild as fome fmiling Angel's placid mien ; 
 Theirs is ftrong-pinion'd Faith, that dares the iky ; 
 Theirs Peace etherial ever calm, and even ; 
 Theirs the rapt Seraph's foul-entrancing joy ; 
 Theirs the fair dawnings of the day of Heaven. 
 
 To them thy flaming bolts no terrors bear, 
 While in their dread Almighty King they view 
 
 The tender Father too, 
 Joy in thy love, and truft thy faithful care. 
 Thus fome bright Cherub flands before thy fhrine, 
 Fearlefs his Maker's awfnl form furveys, 
 Securely fees his dreadful glories fhine. 
 And in his lightning's living flaflies plays.
 
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 AN ANGEVS SURVEY OF THE WORLD. 
 
 " Among the tribes, that float ia air around, 
 
 " Or cleave the curling wave, or graze the ground, 
 
 " Is there no Being of fuperior frame ? 
 
 " No mafter-work of Heav'n, 
 " To whom more awful pow'rs, a purer flame, 
 
 " A reas'ning Mind is given, 
 " By the Firfl Father form'd fublime to fway 
 " O'er the wide land, and loud refounding fea ? 
 
 " Tliere is — I fee this earthly Demigod ; 
 
 " I fee the graceful form, the meaning face, 
 
 " Ereft, and towr'ing to yon bright abode, 
 
 " Where with majeftic beauty ftampt I trace 
 
 " Th' infpiring Soul, that fills the lovely flirine, 
 
 " Reafon's keen piercing beam, and Virtue's air divine." 
 
 So fpake a Spirit of etherial frame. 
 When firft to earth a vifitant he came ; 
 To view the glories of his God difplay'd 
 In fliini'ng orbs, and rolling worlds unknown, 
 In varied forms, in varied grace array'd. 
 He left his native Ikies, and kindred fun, 
 And on the pious thought intent. 
 To this terreftrial ball his courfe he bent. 
 
 Awhile the purple-pinion'd Stranger flood, 
 And with an Angel's ken, that wide, and far
 
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 Glanc'd like the lightning's inftantaneous glare, 
 Ovir idle, bufy, buftling race he view'd. 
 
 He law with forrow there 
 His Maker's image, ftampt divinely fair, 
 Profan'd by Folly, or by Vice defac'd ; 
 All quench'd the lacred Soul's etherial flame ; 
 Forgot her being's nobler end and aim ; 
 Her reafon (lave to fcnle, and bending to the beall. 
 Unchain'd the fiercer pallions madden round. 
 Pride, Envy, Lufl:, Ambition, Rage, confound 
 The world's fair order — and like hell-hounds driv'n 
 By Icourging furies, waile the works of Heav'n. 
 
 Here Vice he fees, enthron'd in Virtue's ftirine. 
 With idol pomp ador'd, and rites divine. 
 Her fecret myfl'ries unabalh'd difplay, 
 And ad her orgies in the face of day. 
 Her impious Sons ftill riot uncontroll'd ; 
 Not fiercer midnight wolves, that thin the fold ,• 
 No ties confine their rage, no fanftions awe ; 
 To them no God, no Gofpel, and no law : 
 Yet is their Ipreading glory feen. 
 Tall as the palm, and as the laurel green ; 
 For them fair Plenty heaps her ample ftores, 
 And on the genial board unfparing pours ; 
 For them the weary Peafant plows the foil ; 
 Theirs is the fruit, for which ten thoufand toil ; 
 Sublime on Fortune's airy height they ftand, 
 
 Her fhining fane command, 
 Rufti on her glitt'ring fpoils with rapine bold, 
 And fhare at will her honours, and her gold.
 
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 Now ftrike his flartled ear from far 
 The din, and deaf ning clamours of the Bar. 
 There with arch leer, and ever pliant tongue, 
 Stands Sophiflry, confounding right, and wrong ; 
 With Impudence, nor Man nor God can awe. 
 And ftern OpprefTion, fanctified by law ; 
 While Perjury without remorfe, or dread. 
 Hears the hoarfe thunder murm'ring o'er his head, 
 
 Juftice with weeping eyes 
 Her rightful feat, and facred temple flies ; 
 Chicane with thoufand tongues ufurps her reign. 
 Loud as the clangors of the ftorm-vext main. 
 
 There fees he blazing in imperial pride 
 
 On Freedom's proftrate neck the Dcfpot ride ! 
 
 Furious, and siloomv as the northern wind. 
 
 He fhakes the fword of vengeance o'er mankind, 
 
 Like a red comet with his flaming hair ; 
 
 Oppreffion, Rapine, ftalk befide the car, 
 
 Captivity, and Grief, and gory Death behind. 
 
 But now the martial clarion's fhrill alarms 
 Call all the Furies — roufe the rasie of war: 
 He hears the prancing fteed, the clatt'ring car. 
 And vales, and rocks rebellow loud — " to arms!'* 
 In fhining pomp, and awful beauty gay. 
 Fierce for the bloody bus'nefs of the day. 
 See front to front two kindred armies ftand ! 
 Difcord, with ferpents hifling round her head, 
 Bids to the iky the purple banners fpread,
 
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 Her torch of flame high waving in her hand ; 
 With frantic mien (he runs from band to band, 
 Fires ev'ry beating breaft, and fows the feed 
 Of rancour, rage, and death, and ev'ry dreadful deed. 
 
 Now meet the charging Legions — hate and ire 
 Edge their keen fwords, and fparkle in their eyes : 
 The glowing field appears a moving fire : 
 Loud and more loud the mino-lino; clangors rife. 
 Fierce Difcord thunders, and the hills reply 
 Hoarfe echoing — trembles earth, and fhakes the Iky. 
 From hoft to hoft gigantic Terror flrides, 
 And darts chill horror thro' the braveft breaft : 
 Grim Death amid the ranks in triumph rides, 
 And calls Hell's hungry bloodhounds to the feaft. 
 
 Diffolv'd are Honor's, Friendship's, Nature's ties ; 
 See by the Brother's fword the Brother dies ! 
 See mute with horror, writh'd with anguifh there 
 Bent o'er his murder'd Son the gory Sire — 
 Looking fome dreadful thought in ftern defpair ; 
 Then with felf-vengeance on the corfe expire ! 
 
 Here fell Revenge around 
 Turns her keen eye to find her hated foe ; 
 Full at his heart fhe drives the defp'rate blow. 
 And turns th' envenom'd wea]ion in the wound. 
 
 Wide Defolation o'er the weeping plains 
 
 Rufhing with wafleful fway, 
 Like a vaft torrent fwoll'n with wint'ry rains, 
 Sweeps the rich produd of the year away.
 
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 High o'er th' imperial city's glitt'riiig fpires 
 Blaze to the midnight Iky the crackling fires. 
 
 Sights of horror, founds of woe 
 Mark the dire progrefs of the vi6lor foe ! 
 The harden'd Soldier looks relentlefs on, 
 And fhouts triumphant o'er th' expiring groan. 
 
 Thei-e from his fnowy wafte, and frozen fldes. 
 
 The rav'ning Ruffian Eagle flies, 
 And fwiftly fliooting from his airy way 
 Pounces on his trembling prey. 
 The Polifh Peafant fees the flames invade 
 His long-lov'd cot, and blaft the blooming grove, 
 Where whilom to his nut-brown Maid 
 He told his tales of love. 
 His flocks and herds the foldier's fiDoil, 
 He flies exil'd his native foil, 
 Stagg'ring with age, and care ; 
 With cold and famine faint his infant race, 
 
 And pining in his fond embrace. 
 His foul with agonizing tortures tear. 
 
 But now the Angel's eye new fcenes invite : 
 He fees along procefi^on rob'd in white; 
 Melodious warblings trill on ev'ry tongue ; 
 
 To God afcend the lays 
 
 In founds of facred praife, 
 His love the grateful fubjedlof the fong. 
 
 To pay the folemn vow 
 To yon fair temple's gilded domes they go, 
 
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 A fudden tranrport feizM the Seraph's breaft, 
 As when among his- brethren of the Bleft, 
 
 In heav'nly bow'rs above, 
 To Rapture's voice he tun'd the lyre of Love. 
 
 Quick thro' the founding aifle a glance he darts. 
 
 Then back with horror ftarts. 
 There Superftition fits in idol ftate, 
 To kneeling trembling crowds denouncing fate, 
 F'ar-beaming rays her flaming brows infold ; 
 Her beauteous outfide gorgeous all with gold: 
 Her inward form, by art in vain conceal'd, 
 To his keen eye the Fiend of Hell reveal'd. 
 
 Now in dread majefty fublime fhc ftands, 
 And wields the three-fork'd thunder in her hands;- 
 Now to thick fhades, and cheerlefs gloom retires. 
 And thro' the darknefs breathes devouring fires; 
 At her command the deadly lightning flies ; 
 At her command th' avenging Furies rife ; 
 Hark! the harfli jarrings of the clanking chain!: 
 Sighs of forrow, fullen moans. 
 Doleful fhriek-s, and dying groans, 
 And Hell's own horrors fill th' affrighted fane. 
 
 Swords, axes, racks beftrew the purpled floor ;- 
 The clotted altars blufli with human gore ; 
 Grim Terrors, Panic Fears furround the fhrine;- 
 The wild Enthufiafl: feels the flame divine; 
 Sad Melancholy fighs for ever there, 
 And in her dreary dungeon raves defpair..
 
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 A madding Rout around 
 By turns devoutly curfe, devoutly pray, 
 For God they cancel foith, for God betray. 
 For God infuriate deal the deathful wound. 
 AfFedtion, Pity, Nature plead in vain ; 
 The Friend is facrific'd, the Brother flain ! 
 While the fond Sire, by pious rage pofleft. 
 Drives the fell dagger to the Daughter's bread ! 
 
 Aghaft the Seraph turn'd his tearful eye. 
 Beat his fad breaft, and fought again the Iky. 
 
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 ODE TO DELTA SIN^GING. 
 
 Parent of winning grace, and thrilling joy, 
 
 Celeftial Harmony, on high 
 On her fweet folemn-founding fpheres enthron'd. 
 Melts into melody the Cherub's tongue. 
 Kindles the raptur'd Seraph's glowing fong, 
 And turns th' eternal wheels of Nature round. 
 
 When jarring atoms wag'd inceflant wars. 
 Ere flam'd the glories of the golden ftars, 
 
 Ere yet the bright imperial fun 
 
 In his majeftic center fhone. 
 She touch'd the living l)re — the fwelling found 
 Warbled thro' Chaos' dreary realms around. 
 Charm'd Tumult funk in filence — the rough feas 
 Of mingled matter, feas without a fliore, 
 Reprefs'd their foaming rage, and ceas'd to roar, 
 Calm as old Ocean heaving to the breeze. 
 From the rude mafs obedient to her fong 
 Order, and Life, and Soul, and Beauty fprung. 
 
 Wild Difcord heard, and murm'ring fled; 
 Deep in the dark abyfs fhe plung'd her head; 
 There, bound for ever in a brazen chain. 
 With Hate, and Rage, and Hell fhe raves in vain, 
 And univerfal Peace aiTumes her placid reign. 
 
 'Twas fhe o'er Delia's fhape, and face. 
 And air, and motion, fhed enchanting grace ; 
 
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 To her own fphery chimes attun'd her tongue, 
 And breath'd into her breaft the foul of long. 
 While in the nobler mufic of her mind, 
 (Refult of mental, moral charms combin'd, 
 Whate'er can elevate, delight, endear) 
 We fee with faireft evidence appear 
 The Pow'r, that fpreads, below, around, above, 
 Order, and grace, and tunes the world to love. 
 
 When new to life, our Sire was laid 
 
 On mother earth's embroider'd bed. 
 The fountain's flow'ry verge along, 
 
 While with foft-murm'ring melody 
 The tinkling rill ran queruloufly by. 
 
 And tun'd its wild unvaried fong, 
 
 W^ith fixt attention lull'd to hear 
 
 He liflen'd with delighted ear. 
 Or thrill'd with pleafure, while the breeze above, 
 
 Whofe fpicy breath perfum'd the grove. 
 Among the branches mufically play'd. 
 And harmoniz'd the trees that trembled o'er his head. 
 
 But when of Angel-guards the hymning Qiure 
 (Unfeen by his terreftrial eyes,) 
 Sweetly touch'd the facred lyre. 
 He ftarted up with wild furprize, 
 
 And all his foul was loft in pleafu?^ extacres ; 
 
 Raptur'd, he thought the God, he fought, was found, 
 
 His" voice he deem'd it, and ador'd the Ibund.
 
 Thus, Delia! when, with kindred zeal infpir'd, 
 To themes divine you confecrate your tongue, 
 .^ 'kI with your Maker's praife exalt the fong, 
 We feel our breafts with new emotions fir'd ; 
 I^ift'ning to the heav'nly ftrain 
 Common founds intrude in vain; 
 With facred love our foften'd fouls o'erflow. 
 Or with fublime cnflam'd devotion glow. 
 
 Tir'd Care forgets her toils, 
 And Sorrow wipes her dewy eyes, and fmiles. 
 
 Fair Nymph ! proceed — the noblefl hints infpire. 
 From vulgar cares the fordid foul refine. 
 Touch the cold bofom with a heav'nly fire. 
 
 And raife our Human to Divine ! 
 You give Religion greater grace to pleafe, 
 And lend her awful truths melodious eafe ; 
 Severe in others (he commands, alarms. 
 And chills with look aufterethe trembling breaft; 
 In you fhe like a tuneful Angel charms, 
 And tempts us to be good, and wins us to be blefl.
 
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 TO A YOUNG LADY ON HER BIRTH-DAY. 
 
 Be this aufpicious day for ever bleft ; 
 
 May fav'ring Phoebus mark it from the reft. 
 
 Ever brighteft to appear 
 Among the ftiining children of the year; 
 On this — may wretches never breathe their woes. 
 May grief a refpite find, and care repofe, 
 
 When firft the confcious (kies 
 Saw on the world thy dawning beauty rife ! 
 And ever bleft be Thou without alloy 
 With each rare boon of excellence and joy. 
 Which to its chofen few, the Good, are giv'n 
 By the rich bounties of indulgent Heav'n ! 
 
 Bleft — not that Beauty deck'd thy fav'rite frame 
 With ev'ry charm that fets the foul on flame, 
 Hues, that the rofes of the morn outvie. 
 And the foft languors of the melting eye j 
 Bid magic grace in ev'ry motion flow,. 
 And round your lips in fmiles etherial glow. 
 And moulded in your Ihape with juft defign 
 The nice proportions of her waving line ; 
 But that, fublimely negligent of thefe, 
 
 On the graces more refin'd 
 
 Of the heav'n-defcended Mind, .. 
 
 You build a nobler praife ! 
 
 Bleft — that, while others in life's blooming Spring 
 To crown her brainlefs head
 
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 To Folly's fane their rofeate bloflbms bring, 
 And their vernal treafures (hed 
 On lanohinsf Pleafures idle bed — 
 
 O O 
 
 The faireft flow'rs of beauty and of youth 
 You in immortal garlands twine, 
 And hane; their honours round the facred flirine 
 
 Of Pietv and Truth ! 
 While Learning's lore your giddy Sex defpife, 
 Too gay to think, too charming to be wife, 
 O blell; — who ftill with hapjjielt art unite 
 Science with eloquence, and truth with \\it. 
 And lend Philofophy your beauty's aid. 
 Your grace to pleafe, your fweetnefs to perfuade ! 
 
 Thus fome majeftic Grecian temple ftands, 
 With beauty charms us, and with awe commands; 
 Each part compos'd the critic eye to pleafe; 
 Great without vaftnefs, regular with eafe ; 
 And where at once harmonioufly combine 
 Juftnefs of art, and boldnefs of defign ; 
 Wh^re with the Loves and Graces plac'd, we view 
 Minerva, and the Mufes too. 
 
 Proceed, my Fair! advance in ev'ry art, 
 That wins the judgment, while it warms the heart. 
 Be in thy bofom's hallow'd verge combin'd, 
 All that can elevate, or charm Maukuid !
 
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 MayHeav'n's own image fhine ferenely fair! 
 May Heav'n's own raptures glow for ever there ! 
 Rever'd, and lov'd on earth — approv'd by Heav'n, 
 
 Enough— enough is giv'n: 
 Let Folly, Pride, and Av'rice fhare the reft, 
 
 Be virtuous— and be bleft ! 
 
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 QBE' T& NOVELTV. 
 
 Hail Novelty, whofe vagrant dyes 
 
 All wildly float on Fancy's eyes! 
 Thine are the colours, that the cloiuls inveft. 
 When o'er the fkies they fpread their fplendid train, 
 While in majeflic glory down the weft 
 
 Bright Phoebus bends his glitt'ring wain ; 
 
 Still in a thoufand forms array'd 
 
 Of ever-changing light, ainl fhade^ 
 Now their gray robes a filver fkirt unfold. 
 And now in purple blufh, now glow in flaming gold. 
 
 Thine is the tranfitory ray, 
 Which thro' the pale night darts, and dies away ; 
 Thine is the labyrinth's illufive maze ; 
 The rill, that in meand'ring current ftrays ; 
 Now glide its filent waters Imooth and flow ;. 
 Now chide, and murmur thro' the vocal vale; 
 Now from the fteep the cryftal curve they throw. 
 Loud ra<^ing 'mid the rocks, and dafhing down the dak 
 
 While thy fweet \\itchcraft fafcinates the fight, 
 The rude can pleafe, the terrible delight. 
 
 The craggy cliff, whofe pendant brow 
 Nods o'er the formidable depths below; 
 
 The fpacious foreft, wafte and wild. 
 Where flumbers Silence, Nature's favage child.
 
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 Or Melancholy wand'ring weeps alone, 
 
 And makes to fcnfelefs woods her lamentable moan; 
 
 Rocks pil'd on rocks in rough terrific pride, 
 
 O'er-hung with thickets hoar; 
 The deaf ning cataraft's tremendous roar, 
 That down the lofty precipice's fide 
 Flings the vaft volume of its frothy tide ; 
 The billows beating on the bell'wing ftrand. 
 
 When the foul Spirit of the florms 
 Howls in the blacken'd iky, the deep deforms. 
 And drives the feas in mountains to the land ; 
 The yawning gulph, tue cavern's awful frown. 
 And gloomy clefts with fhaggy (hades o'ergrown. 
 From Thee derive a charm, and beauties not their own 
 
 "'TIS to thy wizard wand we owe 
 
 The deareft joys of life below ; 
 
 Thine the inexpreffive grace. 
 That plays on beauty's foul-infjjiring face. 
 
 Take thy fairy charm away, 
 
 Beauty (heds a languid ray ; 
 jLove's foft enchantments weaken by degrees. 
 And Pleafure lofes all her power to pleafe. 
 
 When Adam, firft emerging into dav, 
 
 Open'd his eyelids to the dazzling ray. 
 
 And Nature rofe refulgent on his fight. 
 In all her richeft colours dreft. 
 Her Maker's charms divinely bright 
 Upon her infant form impreft:, 
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 Upftarttng from his parent ground 
 With eye intent he gaz'd 
 O'er earth, o'er ikies, above, below, around. 
 In fweet confufion raptur'd, and amaz'd. 
 
 Where'er thro' Eden's blooming groves he ftray'd, 
 New beauties ftill their varying grace difplay'd; 
 The •woodbine bow'r, the fountain murm'ring by. 
 The diftant hills, that mingled with the Iky, 
 The flow'ry vefture of the vernal plain, 
 Heav'n's azure arch, the morn's eiherial glow, 
 The laiidlcape floating on the lake below, 
 Touch'd his glad heart, and thrill'd in ev'ry vein: 
 But chief the Lord of day's afcending blaze 
 Sufpends his ardent gaze. 
 
 But when familiar to the fcene 
 The magic of furprize decay'd, 
 The azure vault, the flow'ry green 
 With lefs'ning tranfport he furvey'd ; 
 
 O'er blooming groves he glanc'd his carelefs eyes; 
 The purling fount, that murmur'd by, 
 No longer roll'd in melody. 
 
 And without wonder funs might fet, or rife. 
 
 Fancy, ever fond of change. 
 Free and unconfin'd would range ; 
 New wifhes ftill, new hopes, new ardors rife ; 
 From joy to joy fhe flies,
 
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 Rcftlefs, infatiate— the fhort rapture pafir. 
 She hates this moment, what fhe lov'd the laft, 
 Of one vafl: world exhaufts the mighty (lore, 
 Then, hke the Macedonian, iighs for more. 
 
 Short, ah ! (hort is Beauty's reign! 
 
 Quick the guft of Pleafure flies! 
 
 So did Sov' reign Fate ordain, 
 
 Tlie doom of all beneath the ikies. 
 But Virtue, ofispring of immortal kind, 
 
 Is not to mortal laws confin'd. 
 While Nature mourns, while mourns her pupil Art 
 Their faint tints fading on the fick'ning fight, 
 In adamantine chains fhe holds the heart. 
 
 And bounds wild Fancy's roving flight ; 
 Her charms the more enjoy'd, the more improve. 
 And ev'ry look flill more inflames our love. 
 
 Far, far above this lower fphere. 
 Where moon-crown'd Mutability prefides. 
 Rolls the fwift feafons round the various year. 
 
 And fwells, or finks the changing tides. 
 And bids the ftream of life alternate flow. 
 Or calm with joy, or turbulent with w^oe. 
 The Goddefs reigns— where her eternal Sire 
 From his own flame fupplies her veftal fire. 
 And Immortality inwreathes her head 
 With laurel ever-green, andflow'rs that never fade.
 
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 jode to divine wisdom. 
 
 Immense, all-animating Mind ! 
 Whole ever-adive vigour reigns 
 Thro' Ipace, and nature's wide domains. 
 By time and matter unconfin'd ; 
 Ere yet the planets hung felf-pois'd in air, 
 Or ftars emblaz'd the flammg fphere. 
 Thou reign'dft alone, felf-known, felf-hlefl, 
 Beholdins; in thv boundlefs breaft 
 The forms and fair ideas rife 
 .Of future earths, and future fkics. 
 
 There worlds to come in liquid ether roll'd ; 
 
 There future funs array ''d in gold, 
 O'er planetary realms ordain'd to fway, 
 Difpens'd to nations yet unborn the day ; 
 There the red comet, thro' the defart fpace, 
 Urg'd wildly regular his blazing race. 
 Thou faw'ft fucceflive fyflems rife, and die. 
 
 And in harmonious order lie. 
 Whatever was, or is, or e'er fhall be. 
 All the great fcenes of dread Eternity- 
 
 Thou gav'ft th^ omnific word — the new-born light 
 Burfl: from the bofom of primeval night ; 
 O'er wond'ring Chaos glow'd the golden ray. 
 And choirs celeftial hail'd the rifmg dav ; 
 Obfequious planets circled round their fmi. 
 Their motions various, but their centre one.
 
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 Striking on Nature's fympathetic firings 
 
 From Thee, myfterious Pow'r, from Tliec 
 Flow all th' unnumber'd modes of harmony. 
 And Form unfolds, and beauteous Order fprings. 
 Angels with joy thy ruling word obey. 
 And all but Man is fubjeft to thy fway I 
 He from his orbit wanders lawlefs ftill, 
 And owns no lord but his excentric will. 
 When Mortals, urg'd by driving paffious on. 
 In chace of pleafure to their ruin run. 
 Thou cairiT: aloud " beware !" 
 And feerfl: a Mother's care, 
 Yearning, when on the high clifFs hanging brow^ 
 Her child fhe fees unguarded rtrav, 
 And dare the brink in wanton play. 
 While pointed rocks arife, and billows beat b^low.- 
 
 In vain from thy parental voice they ffy, 
 Where Folly, trick'd in antic foppery. 
 
 Shakes her fhrill bells with ideot face,. 
 
 And thicken round the fimp'ring Queen, 
 As bees, when fummon'd by the founding brafs,. 
 
 In duflcy fwarms are feen. 
 
 See Kings, and Crowds advance. 
 And mitred Prieilis, and Statefmen fage. 
 Green Childhood run, and creep decrepid Age, 
 To form her gay fantaftic dance ; 
 Join'd hand in hand, with Frolic wild. 
 And Laughter, Folly's darling child.
 
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 The revVend Sire, in bridal pomp array'd, 
 Leads on with quiv'ring hand the youthful maid, 
 While am'rous rofes on his wrinkles bloom j 
 Totters awhile the g-iddv circle round, 
 Tn hobbling meafure to the frantic found, 
 Then trips into the tomb. 
 
 Now Fancy waves in air her magic wand ; 
 A thoufand Phantoms rife at her command, 
 Gilded by falfe Opinion's glaring ray. 
 In vilionary beauty gay. 
 See Glory her red ftandard rear. 
 High flaming o'er her trophied car ! 
 Ambition here her waxen pinion plies. 
 And in idea cleaves the clouds and Ikies, 
 On daring wing fublime fhe foars to fame. 
 Soon — foon to fall, and give fome fea a name. 
 There Pleafure lolling on her rofeat bed, 
 Arabian odours breathing round her head. 
 Darts through the thrilling foul her wanton fire. 
 And melts e'en rigid Virtue to defire. 
 The glitt'ring vifions flop the rifing Soul, 
 And bend her from the fkies, her deftin'd goal ; 
 Eager fhe gives the fhinins; fhadows chace, 
 Which tempt, and cheat by turns her fond embrace. 
 
 How vaft: the Human Soul, 
 Whofe heav'n-defcended energy afpires, 
 Beyond the bounds of this fublunar pole. 
 Beyond the folar road, and empyrean fires !
 
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 Yet this fublime, immenfe, immortal povv'r, 
 
 Wiiea ibaring at Heav'n's loftieft tow'r, 
 Down, down a little glitt'ring clay 
 Can draw from its etherial way. 
 Or one foft flatt'nng lufl 
 
 Pollute its nobleft glories in the duft. 
 
 Ah, Man ! what jarring parents form'd thy birth : 
 
 Thou child of Heav'n and Earth ! 
 Nature fo mixt, what reafon fhall defineJ 
 
 Half brutal, half divine! 
 Thus fabled Demigods renown'd of yore. 
 Whom Mortal Beauties to Immortals bore. 
 
 By deeds of glorious fame 
 Prov'd the high fource from whence their virtues came ; 
 While in their frailties flill appear'd to view. 
 The features of the Mortal Mother too. 
 
 Reafon, that beam of Heav'n, by Heav'n affign'd 
 To raife the fruits of virtue in the mind, 
 Receiv'd by wretched Man's perverted will, 
 Shines to no ufe — or only fhines to ill. 
 
 Thus oft the Solar ray 
 Gilds but the muddy lake, or barren clay. 
 Or only warms the richer foil to breed 
 The plant of poifon, and the worthlefs weed, 
 Or in the covert of the prickly brake 
 Inflames with fiercer rage the deadly fnake. 
 
 The Paffions fway — the tyrants of the Soul, 
 Deaf to advice, difdainful of controul, 
 
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 Break ev'ry tie, and leap o'erev'iy bound, 
 And with blind ardor rage, and madden round. 
 Hence the rough tempeft, hence the waves of woe, 
 
 That whelm the world below, 
 Extort the Poor man's plaint, the Widow's cry. 
 And draw from Mifery th' inceflant figh. 
 The lult of Lucre and the lufl: of Pow'r 
 Still prowl, like wolves, to plunder, and devour, 
 Or Demons rufhing from th' infernal cell, 
 To make this beauteous world another Hell. 
 
 While Man thus devious ftrays 
 In Folly's dance, or Fancy's fairy maze ; 
 While in the raging feas of Paffion tofl. 
 
 His nobler powers are loft ; 
 
 O to thy facred feat, 
 Celeftial Wifdom! lead my wand'ring feet. 
 And to my view unveil the beams, that Ihine 
 
 Around thy fun-bright fhrine. 
 
 'Tis thine to form the God; 
 The neftar thine, and thine th' ambrofial food. 
 Which keep th' Etherials deathlefs, and divine. 
 
 'Tis thine the tender infant Mind to mould. 
 
 And fpread her op'ning pow'rs, 
 Like vernal funs, that nurfe the new blown flow'rs, 
 And in full glow their blufhing bloom unfold. 
 'Tis thine her intelledlual growth to feed 
 With facred truth, and fentiment refin'd. 
 To prompt the noble ends, that Heav'n defign'd. 
 The godlike purpofe, and the gen'rous deed.
 
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 When growing, rip'hing, on fhe feels at length 
 Her full-fledg'd pinions, and immortal ftrength, 
 By thee her rapid plumes are pois'd for flight ; 
 Then to the fource of beauty, blifs, and light 
 
 She lifts aloft her eagle eye, 
 And foars, and brightens- to Divinity. 
 
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 TO DIVINE LOVE. 
 
 Hail Love Divine! Ere glow'd the golden iky, 
 
 Ere yet the Cherub's harp was tun'd on high, 
 
 Or flam'd the Seraph's fire — thou mad'ft abode 
 
 In the bleft bofom of thy Parent God. 
 
 In that great inftant of Eternity, 
 
 When his dread will decreed, that time Ihou'd be, 
 
 He bound heav'n, earth, and main 
 In thy immenfe, immortal, magic chain. 
 Thy Spirit, breatH5ng thro' the boundlefs Whole, 
 Gave form to matter, energy to foul. 
 From thee thy heav'n's eternal raptures flow; 
 And all of beauty, all of blifs below. 
 
 Yet while in fweet accordant meafures move 
 The planetary choirs above ; 
 While all to one great center draw 
 -Of Love, their univerfal law ; 
 Shall Violence, that fcorns a bound. 
 Still wafte this mourning world around? 
 Shall rebel Vice make void the grand defign, 
 And wild Diforder break the plan divine ? 
 
 The Mufe's ear what clangors wound 
 
 Of clafliing arms from far ! 
 From diftant fhores what difmal found 
 
 The burden'd echos bear !
 
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 The helplefs Virgin's agonizing cries. 
 
 The Widow's fhrieks, that rend the Ikies, 
 Bid Pity's tear to flow. 
 At fcenes of varied milery diftreft 
 
 Deep fighs the fympathetic breaft. 
 And feels for others woe. 
 
 For mad Ambition fee — with Hell combin'd; 
 To crufh the rights and freedom of Mankind 
 In dread array fhe ranks her furious hoft. 
 As when the fierce Tornado fweeps 
 The Caribbean deeps, 
 And ftrews a thoufand keels along the foaming>*coaft, 
 Heav'n thunders — bellows ocean — fhakes the fhore, 
 From ifle to ifle re founds the loud rough roar. 
 Wild Defolation rufhes o'er the land, 
 And giant Horror flrides from flrand to ilrand. 
 
 Thus rufhing onward on her clatt'ring car. 
 She founds aloud the rage-inciting fong. 
 
 And leads the Fiends along. 
 Rapine, with harpy fangs, wide-wafting War, 
 That lets her bloodhounds loofe to range before. 
 On human flefh to feed, and lap the gore, 
 Defpotic Sway, relentlefs as the ftorms. 
 And ghaftly Death, in all his thoufand forms. 
 At her approach the beams of Science fade. 
 Freedom, and Honour fall, and Virtue .hides her head. 
 See her red banners blazing to the Iky ! 
 Embattled legions round them bleed and die.
 
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 See, fee her flaming Iword tlifplay'd ! 
 O'er the green land fhe waves the blade, 
 
 And o'er the filver flood ; 
 With horrid devaftation wide 
 Blafts all the champain's blooming pride, 
 
 And turns the flream to blood. 
 
 How wafte and defolate that fair domain, "V 
 
 Where golden Plenty fmil'd upon the plain, V 
 
 And Peace and Freedom held their focial reio-n ! } 
 How mute the chearing mufic of the groves. 
 The Shepherd's whiftle wild, and ruftic loves, 
 To his coy Damfel caroU'd without art, 
 Yet warm, and guiltlefs from a guilelefs heart ! 
 Now filent treads the Swain, with lifl'ning ears, 
 In ev'ry brake a lurking foe he fears ; 
 Starts the pale trembling Maid 
 At burnifh'd lances glitt'ring in the fhade ! 
 
 Hark! the loud war-whoop howls from yonder wood. 
 Shakes ev'ry nerve, and chills the freezing blood ! 
 From diftant villages the flames afpire. 
 Glare on the ftreams, and fet the Ikies on fire^ 
 
 Swift as the panting deer 
 From the keen hound, and ruthlefs hunter's fpear, 
 The wretched relics of the flaughter fly, 
 Ruihing thro' driving fnow-ftorms, wing'd with fear. 
 
 To. woods and deferts drear, 
 Beneath the fury of the wintry flcy. 
 There houfelefs, fliiv'ring to the frozen air, 
 Pine the flow prey of hunger, and delpair.
 
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 'Tis folitude — 'tis terror all around! 
 Grim-vifag'd Murder ftalks along the ground, 
 And dying groans are heard, and favage yells refound 
 Revenge, in woody glooms conceal'd from day, 
 Couch'd, like a tiger, waits the unwary prev. 
 Then fudden fpringing with his brandi(h'd dart 
 Tears from the mangled breaft the quiv'ring heart. 
 
 Nor blamelefs Youth's fair-blooming years. 
 
 Nor palfied age can pity find. 
 Nor female grace, nor Beauty's pleading tears 
 To ousfht of mercv melt the favage mind. 
 Stern flands the dire AfTaffin; — " Spare, O fpare 
 " That infant innocence!"— in vain the pray'r ! 
 In vain the Mother's pangs, and piercing cries ! 
 Fixt on the bloody point it writhes, and dies ! 
 
 Heav'n! is thy vensieance then a foundinsr name? 
 
 Sleep all thy thunders? quench'd is all thy flame? 
 Shall bold Oppreffion ftill defy 
 The wrath, and julHce of the fky? 
 No! there's an awful hour, 
 
 When injur'd Innocence fhall mourn no more. 
 
 This doom Eternal Juftice has decreed, 
 
 " Proportion'd wrath to ev'ry guilty deed." 
 
 Tremble, ye Defpots ! thron'd in idol flate. 
 Like Pagan Demons, mifchievoufly great, 
 Drunk with amlntion, by no ties confin'd, 
 Who turn the Furies loofe to fcourge mankind, 
 
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 With flaughter'd myriads load the crimfon'd ground. 
 
 And fling the brands of delolation round; 
 
 Who, hke the Lybian fun's deftrudive rays. 
 
 Rage o'er a wafted realm, and burn, wheree'er vc blaze! 
 
 Amid the pleafures of the genial hour. 
 
 The glare of grandeur, and the pride of pow'r. 
 
 Know, that th' Avenging Angel waits on high 
 
 Th' Almighty's final frown ; 
 The bolt already kindles in the Iky 
 
 To blafl: your blooming wreaths, and dafh your glories down. 
 What tho' triumj)hal monuments ye raife 
 To make immortal your detefted praife. 
 What tho' to heav'n's empyrial vault afpire 
 Your gilded domes with rival fplendors crown'd. 
 Soon, foon Defl:ru6lion, with her tongue of fire 
 
 Shall lick them from the ground. 
 
 Father of all! whofe univerfal care 
 
 The greatefl, meanefl natures (hare, 
 
 Whofe goodnefs on an equal plan 
 
 Regards the Seraph, and the Man, 
 Whofe awful fiat from primeval night 
 
 Call'd order, beauty, life, and light. 
 
 And matter, motion, form, and mind 
 
 In one amazing whole combin'd, 
 
 O ! from thy flar-emblazon'd throne 
 
 Upon a wafled world look down, 
 A world, thy hand with rich abundance bleft. 
 
 And rob'd in Beauty's radiant veil I
 
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 Which when thine eye delighted view'd. 
 And faw thy own ideas there, 
 Subhmely great, or fweetly fair, 
 Thy fov'reign word pronounc'd it good! 
 
 Arife at length in thy refifllefs might ! 
 Arife in Liberty's and Virtue's right! 
 Silence wild Difcord's loud frenetic found, ; 
 
 That fhakes the world around ! 
 Sweep from the earth thofe prowling dogs of war> 
 And ftrike the Tyrant from his trophied car ! 
 In her own Hell's eternal fetters bind 
 Blood-ftain'd Ambition, foe to human-kind ! 
 
 Bid from her azure feat defcend 
 Sweet Charity, the gen'ral Friend, 
 With gentle influence to controul 
 The fury-pafTions of the foul: 
 Her warm benevolence impart, 
 The gen'rous aim, the feeling heart. 
 The tender fympathetic figh. 
 And the foft dews of Pity's eye. 
 
 Break Superftition's magic fpell. 
 And drive the gloomy Demon down 
 In her own native fhades to frown 
 With Horror, Cruelty, and Hell ; 
 May Piety her rights regain. 
 And o'er according nations reign !
 
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 Attendant on her fov'reign ftate 
 May all the daughter Virtues wait ! 
 May earth, and all her hundred feas, 
 Become one Temple of thy praife, 
 The glorious dwelling of thy Grace, 
 And Britain be its Holieft Place !
 
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 ODE TO RELIGION. 
 
 Fairest Daughter of the iky ! 
 
 On whofe majeftic brow 
 Divine unutterable glories glow. 
 While round thy rofy lip, and placid eye, 
 Love and the fmiling Graces ever play, 
 Temp'ring the blaze of thy eternal day — 
 Relio-ion, hail ! Thou fource of hallow'd fires, , 
 Joys ever pure, and fandlified delires! 
 
 Beneath the brown-rob'dwood. 
 Where Contemplation fits in mufing mood, 
 Sooth'd by the hollow gales, and falling flood, 
 What time the fun to other realms is roU'd, 
 And Eve's bright tints of purple and of gold 
 Faint flowly from the weftern Ikies away, 
 
 While Cynthia's milder face 
 Shoots thro' th' unfolding clouds a filver ray,. 
 And o'er the landfcape fheds a fofter grace, ■ 
 Far from the world's delufive fcene I fly 
 
 To woo thee from thy native fphere. 
 To catch the beamings of thy heav'n-bright eye, 
 
 Thou pleafing awful Fair ! 
 
 There oft methinks I hear the ftreams along 
 The melody of thy mellifluous fong, 
 Whofe tuneful whifperings fufpend the foul, 
 And ev'ry power in pleas'd attention lull, 
 
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 Like thofe high airs of a fuperior fpherc 
 Which thrill'd in Adam's fond delighted ear, 
 "W^hile favour'd yet with Innocence to rove 
 
 In Eden's bhfsful grove ; 
 
 Lift'ning, while the guardian Quire 
 To lacred raptures touch'd the heav'nly lyre, 
 Where'er he trod entranc'd, above, around, 
 He heard the folemn, fweet, ecftatic found; 
 Now the bold notes in loftier meafures play'd. 
 In foften'd tones now warbled thro' the (hade, 
 And fill'd with melody the midnight vale; 
 
 Now languifliing away 
 
 In gradual, flow decay. 
 
 Died on th' expiring gale. 
 
 now be prefent, Iky-rob'd Maid, 
 In thy divinefl fmiles array'd! 
 Now let my bofom feel thy power, 
 And confecrate this folemn hour, 
 When freed from bufy fcenes, and noife, 
 
 1 feek thy foul-reviving joys ! 
 To outward fliews averfe, of praifes fliy. 
 Thou veil' ft thy beauties from the public eye ; 
 Thy charms the Wife in calni retirement own, 
 
 Still lov'd, and valued more, the more they're known. 
 
 'Tis thine fecure the fickle heart to guide, 
 
 i\nd keep the paffions ftill on Reafon's fide. 
 
 To clear from error's mift the mental fight, 
 
 Refine our joys and fandify delight, 
 
 Eafe the fharp pangs of pain, our griefs aflliage, 
 
 Embellifh youth, and dignify our age.
 
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 To godlike excellence exalt mankind, 
 And ftamp her Maker's image on the mind. 
 
 O blefl, whofe Soul thy vivid beauties charm, 
 Thy aims ennoble, and thy raptures warm ! 
 
 He tafles of blifs below, 
 Which wealth cou'd never buy, nor grandeur know. 
 His is the fmiling Saint's unruffled reft. 
 His the pure flame, that burns the Seraph's breaft. 
 For him meand'ring from the eternal throne 
 Heav'n's ever-living rills of pleafure run: 
 For him fhe opens all her fecret bow'rs, 
 Brightens her ikies, and culls unfading flow'rs. 
 
 When dire Ambition calls the world to arms. 
 
 And frantic Difcord founds her loud alarms. 
 
 While fwell'd from realm to realm, from fhore to Ihore, 
 
 O'er half the globe her peals of horror roar. 
 
 And like a flumb'ring lion from his lair 
 
 Aroufe the Fiend of war, 
 Their noife no more difturbs his tranquil joy, 
 Than peevifh infants ftriving for a toy. 
 In vain the world's tumultuous billows roll 
 
 To ftiake his ftedfaft Soul, 
 Which in the breaft enthron'd, ereft, ferene. 
 Defies the fury of the foaming main. 
 Bleft Genii thus, who range the fields of day, 
 No wrecks of matter wound — unhurt they ftray 
 Thro' fpheres of fire — and borne fecure on high, 
 While the rude v hirhvinds rufli around the Iky,
 
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 Hear the hoarfe thunders roar without amaze, 
 And fport amid the hving lightning's blaze. 
 
 Come then, propitious to my pray'rs, infpire 
 The godlike fentiment, the gen'rous aim. 
 From thy bright altar's unextinguifli'd fire 
 Dart thro' my fervid breaft the heav'nly flame. 
 To raife my pow'rs, my pafTions to refine, 
 'Till the drofs working by degrees away 
 Shall leave th' immortal ether pure, divine. 
 
 To rife, and mingle with its native day. 
 O ftill thro' Life's pernicious fnares. 
 And wafting toils, and pining cares. 
 Smooth the rough road, my griefs beguile. 
 And make e'en pain and anguifh fmile. 
 And when I tread thro' Death's dread gloom^ 
 While Nature trembles o'er the tomb, 
 Bid radiant beams of mercy rife, 
 And foften my expiring fighs.
 
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 ON RETIREMENT. 
 
 Far from the cares that vex the world's repofc, 
 
 Here on my mofly couch I reft ; 
 Refle6lioii's limpid tide ferenely flows, 
 And no rough paffions blufter in my breaft. 
 The vernal bloom, that purples o'er the vales, 
 This flow'ring arbour fann'd by cooling gales, 
 The grove's wild warblings, and the chidings flirill 
 Of the rude ftreams, that wander at their will. 
 And hill, and dale, and foreft, lake, and lawn, 
 And light, and fhade, in fweet confufion thrown. 
 Delight the foul to penfivenefs inclin'd, 
 And footh to folemn thought the mufuig mind. 
 
 Here in thefe peaceful fcenes, 
 Daughter of God, indulgent Nature reigns, 
 Divinely fair ! as when her infant brows 
 From the wild waves of teeming Chaos rofe. 
 When choral Angels with a pleas'd furprize 
 Hail'd the young luftre fparkling in her eyes. 
 And in her radiant form, and lovely face, 
 Saw their own heav'n with full refle6led grace. 
 
 Here ftill th' etherial Maid, 
 In Beauty's fweet fimplicity array'd. 
 Forms her imperial crown with fylvan flow'rs, 
 And for her palace weaves her woodbine bow'rs.
 
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 Or on the fummit of yon mountain hoar, 
 
 LuU'd by the cadence deep 
 Of howhng whids, that thro' the foreft roar^ 
 And rumbUng torrents rufliing down the fteep. 
 She fits enthron'd— around her azure head 
 Low low'ring clouds their folemn grandeur fpread. 
 Or now confeft in full unclouded day. 
 Crown 'd with the fplendprs of the noontide ray,. 
 She fhines in ftate— majeftically plain, 
 A pomp, which Pride would imitate in vain. 
 
 Now to the Weft, while glides her fmking fun. 
 She culls her colours of the brighteft hue, 
 Contrafted, blended, varying to the view, 
 And pours their mingled glories round his throne. 
 While on her wat'ry mirror we behold 
 Her imag'd charms in fair reflefted dyes, 
 Green wave the groves, in azure gleam the Ikies,. 
 And float the clouds, in fleecy volumes roU'd 
 That glow in rofy red, and flame in gold. 
 
 The Virtues, happy from within, difdain 
 Thofe toys of empty ftate, that pleafe the vain. 
 To fhine with Fortune on her glitt'ring car, 
 Trimm'd round with ribbons, blazon'd with a ftar: 
 Still fhy their modeft beauties to difplay 
 In the full blaze of Grandeur's golden day; 
 They dread of Courts the peftilential air. 
 And fly the ferpent brood, that harbour there. 
 Life's low fequefter'd walk delights them more, 
 Rich in content, however fmall their ftore.
 
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 Vot'ries of Nature, by her murm'ring rill, 
 O'er her green lawns, or in her bow'ring wood, 
 Do^^'n her flope vales, or up her high-brow'd hill, 
 They trace in varied forms the Sov'reign Good ; 
 
 Within their little fpheres difpenfe 
 
 Their beneficial influence. 
 Like yonder ftream, that from a fource conceal'd 
 Plenty and bloom diffufes o'er the field ; 
 And pleas'd withfilent felf-appro\ing joy. 
 Strangers to Fame and Envy li\ e, and die. 
 
 For Virtue's fWl the fame obfcure, or known. 
 Hid in a cot, or blazing on a throne : 
 Clad in her ruflic garb, and mean attire. 
 The proud may fcorn her, but the wife admire. 
 More grand and awful in the public fcene 
 She a6ts with confcious dignitv the Queen! 
 
 In humbler life fhe charms with gentler pow'r. 
 And, while fhe a^es us lefs, fhe pleafes more. 
 While high on Lebanon's aerial brow 
 The cedar's tall majeflic honours grow, 
 The pride, and glory of the fylvan race. 
 The Lily in her lowly bed, 
 That coyly bends her beauteous head, 
 Has her peculiar grace.
 
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 THE COMPLAINT. 
 
 What Fate, or Chance combiu'd 
 Such various ills to vex our wretched kind, 
 Among the creatures eminently curft. 
 In reafon, rank, and miiery the firft ? 
 
 Ah, Life! deceitful good! 
 A rain-bow radiance colour'd on a cloud ! 
 Fair is thy dawn, and mild thy rifing morn. 
 Which purple beams of dewy light adorn. 
 Soft-breathing Zephyrs waft thee on thy way, 
 And round the Graces dance, and Pleafures play : 
 But tempefts foon difturb the fweet Serene, 
 O'er-ihade the ikies, and fadden all the fcene. 
 Fond Hope deludes us ftill with blifs to come ; 
 But, ah! her bloflbms perifh e'en in bloom ; 
 Her rofy-glowing joys but gleam, and die; 
 While difappointment, pain, and grief, and fear 
 Cloud the gay brow, and force the ftarting tear. 
 And rend the tortur'd breaft, and fwell the figh. 
 
 Where's then thy glory, where thy boafted pow'r ! 
 
 Great Lord of all below ! 
 Endued with finer fenfe to feel the more. 
 The dupe of Error, and the fport of Woe. 
 Condemn'd to doubt, to forrow, and to pain, 
 
 Is Man then made in vain?
 
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 Did Heav'n the godlike boon of Reafon give 
 To tell him he is wretched, not relieve? 
 To high perfedion bid his hopes afplre, 
 Only to pine with unappeas'd defire ? 
 And with illufive hopes his fancy cheat, . 
 To make his mifery the more compleat ? 
 
 Thus while I bade my penfive lyre complain 
 
 In a fad defponding flrain. 
 
 By the tempeft-beaten fhore. 
 
 Where a rock's projefted brow 
 
 Caft a folemn gloom below, 
 
 And the rude wave's fullen roar 
 
 To melancholy thoughts inclin'd 
 A care-tormented mind, 
 Methought my vifionary Genius rofe. 
 Severe reproof fate low'ring in his look ; 
 Flam'd the bright glories round his awful brows, 
 
 And while he fternly fpoke. 
 Deep thunders bellow'd thro' the blue profound. 
 Loud howl'd the hollow caves, and fhook the fhades around. 
 
 Forbear, ra(h Man, forbear! 
 While yet thy rebel head the thunders fpare ; 
 Ere yet the dread avengers of their Lord, 
 The lightnings hear th' irrevocable word 
 
 To blaft that impious thought. 
 Which dares to charge Perfedion with a fault. 
 
 Go, range the flars in order more divine, 
 And bid the planets leave their deilin'd line ; 
 
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 Bid the fierce flame thv ruling hand obev, 
 
 Kow hide in fullen (hades, and now reflore the dav ; 
 
 Round ocean raife thv adamantine mound, 
 
 And tell the foaming waves — " be this your bound ;" 
 
 The fwelling florms afTwage, 
 And bid the thunders, when to refl:, or rage, 
 Wield Heav'n's own holt, fhake Nature with thy nod, 
 Then mount his throne, and dictate to thy God. 
 
 But kno\\' — behind his clouded fhrine conceal'd, 
 la dread impenetrable darkuefs veil'd, 
 Repofe the mightv ]M\ fteries of Fate ; 
 There young Events their full-grown pinions wait, 
 'Till, by th' Eternal fummon'd into light. 
 They wing their downward flight. 
 To afl his high decrees on Man below. 
 To chear with bleffings, or to fuik with woe. 
 There Seraphs ftand around with filent awe,, 
 Nor dare the intcrdifted curtain draw. 
 
 But Man, vain Man ! that reptile worm of earth,, 
 Juft from his kindred nothing crawl'd to birth, 
 Blind as his brother Mole, prefumes to pry 
 Beyond the limits of an Angel's eye: 
 
 Borne on the waxen wings of pride 
 
 Forbidden tra6ts he dares explore; 
 
 With hood-wink'd Ignorance his guide 
 See him towards Heav'n's eternal turrets Ibarl 
 
 But Heav'n's Infuperable height 
 Still mocks his weary wings, and feeble flight..
 
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 This World is Virtue's School, ordaia'd by Fate 
 To train, and form her for a nobler ftate. 
 The couch of Eafe, and Pleafure's rofeat bow'rs 
 Retard her progrefs, and unnerve her pow'rs ; 
 But toil, and pain, and forrow's fmarting rod 
 The foft allurements of the fenfe controul, 
 Correft ill habits, and confirm the good, 
 And roufe to vivid a6i: her flumb'ring foul. 
 Above thefe petty fcenes of hopes, and fears. 
 Of joys, and cares, of laughter, and of tears. 
 They point her flight to yon empyreal plains. 
 Where Blifs unmix'd, immenfe, immortal reigns. 
 Where Glory round the patient Victor's brow- 
 Twines her bright wreath, and bids it ever glow. 
 
 And fhall the little care and pain 
 
 Of this fhort tranfitory fcene. 
 
 Its terrors and its toils combln'd, 
 Subdue her heav'n-born energy of mind? 
 No — while with glowing heart and kindling eyes 
 
 She views the high eternal prize, 
 To which her aims afpire, 
 The ftorms and thunders of the world in vaia 
 
 Would raee her courao;e to reftrain. 
 Her llcG'^aft hope to tire. 
 Triumphant rifing to her bright abode, 
 
 Like the Great P; ophet to his God, 
 She'll mount am.id the whirlw ind and the fire. 
 
 Then follow Virtue — leave to Heav'n the refl- 
 Submit, obey, be patient, and be bleft.
 
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 PEACE OF MIND. 
 
 AN ODE. 
 
 Sweet Peace, divinely mild ! 
 
 Fair Innocence's child ! 
 With looks of rapture fuch as Seraphs wear, 
 
 Come, graceful in thy hand 
 
 Waving thine olive wand. 
 And fpeaking melody, that charms Defpair ! 
 Come, and my paflions' bufy ftrife controul, 
 .Breathe thy foft airs, and fmooth my ruffled foul i 
 
 Here, while at Contemplation's fav'rite hour, 
 The meek-ev'd Eve, what time the ling'rinsf light 
 Yet glimmers o'er the fable of the night, 
 
 I feel thy foothing pow'r, 
 Be ev'ry blaft, that fhakes the rocking wood, 
 Howls o'er the hill, and plows the furrow'd flood, 
 Hulh'd into reft ; let Cynthia's fober beam 
 Shed o'er the calm expanfe a filver gleam, 
 And o'er the groves, and meads, and flumb'ring main, 
 
 Deep folemn filence reign : 
 
 Save let the Zephyrs breathe. 
 Among the rufhes whifpering beneath; 
 Save let the wild notes of the rippling rill 
 In melancholy mufic tremble ftill ; 
 And in hoarfe murmur roar, the vales around. 
 The diflant catarad's inceflant found.
 
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 Thou fhunn'ft Ambition's proud tumultuous heart, 
 Plottino- to countera6t fome rival's art, 
 
 O 
 
 From projeft ftill to projeft toft, 
 
 'Till in the wild confufion loft ;. 
 Or tott'ring on the pinnacle of pow'r 
 
 On Fortune's airy fteep, 
 While the rude ftorms, and thunders round him roar. 
 And trembling, left the fwelling blaft ftiould Iweep 
 
 His glories to the foaming deep. 
 
 Vile Avarice, immur'd, alone, 
 With midnight watches worn to bone, 
 Starting at ev'ry found he hears. 
 And turning pale with fancied fears ; 
 Wan Jealoufy with fquinting eyes. 
 And lift'ning ears, and louring brow, 
 That in each nook, and corner pries. 
 Exploring, what he dreads to know ; 
 And Envy, that with anguifh keen 
 Feels the dire vulture gnaw within ; 
 Dog-ey'd Refentment's boiling breaft, 
 And pining Difcontent, unbleft 
 In full fruition, alk thy aid in vain. 
 
 For thou art ftill of Virtue's train. 
 
 To thee in vain the Tyrant prays. 
 
 To give his anxious bofom cafe • 
 
 Invoking fleep's averted pow'r 
 On the gilt couch he lays his aching head. 
 But black Sufpicion haunts the midnight hour, 
 And frowning Demons flit around the bed.
 
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 Now mufic's timeful charm he tries 
 
 To clofe his reft-forfaken eves. 
 In all her modes of varied harmony, 
 
 And bids the plaintive lute con(])ire 
 
 With the full-refounding Ivre, 
 To chear his madding mind with temper'd melodv. 
 
 Borne aloft on rapture's tide 
 With founding vigour now the numbers roll ; 
 
 Tender tones now centlv slide. 
 
 And melt, and footh the foften'd foul. 
 " Peace ! peace ! perturbed breaft ! 
 " Let this fweet defcant lull thee to thy reft." 
 It will not be — Then ftrike a bolder found 
 
 Let the horn's mellow note 
 
 In air wildly float. 
 
 And wake the fhrill echos around : 
 Or call the gay Graces, and laughing-eyed Pleafures 
 To trip hand in hand to the pipe's merry meafures. 
 
 But, ah ! each Mafter-hand in vain 
 
 Raifes, fvvells, or finks the ftrain ; 
 
 All is jarring joylefs din 
 
 To the mind untun'd within ; 
 Still gnawing cares, and guilty fears forbid 
 Lethean dew to light upon his lid. 
 
 " Vengeance !" ftern-eyed Confcience calls - 
 How the found his heart appalls ! 
 
 See he ftarts, and flares around ! 
 Ghaftly forms of guilt arifc, 
 Gory Ghofts with piteous cries. 
 
 Pointing to the bleeding wound.
 
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 " What's that face of anguifli there, 
 " Pale as its furrounding fhroud ? 
 
 " What that dagger, fhap'd in air, 
 " Crimfon'd with a Brother's blood :" 
 
 Wild his burfting eye-balls roll ; 
 
 Upright Hands his briflled hair ; 
 
 Horror ihakes his inmoft foul, 
 
 Keen Remorfe, and grimDefpair. 
 Again he ftrives his leaden eye to clofe, 
 And care-worn nature fain wou'd feek repofc ; 
 " Vengeance !" the flern Tormentor howls again. 
 And a new horror thrills thro' ev'ry vein. 
 
 Where then may Peace ere6l her ftedfaft throne ? 
 Within the pure, the pious breafl; alone, 
 Whofe gentle paffions, harmoniz'd by love. 
 Are link'd to Man below, to God above : 
 Spite of the boall of Luxury, and Pride, 
 
 Within that narrow round — 
 And onlv there — her Paradife is found, 
 'Tis all a wafi:e and defert world befide. 
 There fmiling bands of watchful Angels wait 
 To guard her tranquil bow'rs and blifsful ftate. 
 And from the hallow'd limits drive afar 
 The Furies of the Soul, and bufy Fiends of Care. 
 
 O bleft the Man ! whofe aims and ardors rife 
 On Faith's iTrong pinions foaring to the ikies ; 
 Yet, while converfnig here with want and woe, 
 A6ls the good Miniftcr of Hcav'n below. 
 
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 The poor reliev'd, the widow's wrongs redreft, 
 The darken'd mind illum'd with heav'nly day. 
 The fympathies, that footh the burden'd brcaft, 
 And wipe Affliction's tear away, 
 Thefe fhall like fragrant incenfe rife, 
 Heav'n's fweet accepted facriiice. 
 Thefe on the friendly gen'rous mind 
 Will draw God's choiccfl bleffings down : 
 He'll mercy fhow for mercies Ihown, 
 And ftill be kindefl to the kind.
 
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 FORTUNE AND VIRTUE CONTRASTED. 
 
 What crouds with envy and amaze 
 
 On Fortune's gilded minion wait ! 
 
 While Flatt'ry weaves her venal bays 
 
 To deify a Calf of State. 
 Thus when in high proceffion led along, 
 Crown'd with frefh garlands 'mid the gazing'throng, 
 
 Egyptian Apis low'd, 
 The fhouting People hail'd the prefent God; 
 At night uncrown'd, ungarnifli'd, and undreft. 
 His laughing Prieilhood faw him but a Beaft ! 
 
 Nor need we envy thofe that claim 
 
 The favours of the fickle Dame, 
 She flatters moft the man fhe means to cheat ;. 
 
 The Wife her treach'rous prefents (hun. 
 
 But Fools beheve, and are undone, 
 Nor know the barb beneath the fhining bait. 
 She bids high-brow'd Ambition leave the land, 
 
 And with propitious gales 
 Drives o'er the boundlefs deep her fwelling fails. 
 Only to drown her farther from the itrand. 
 
 Yet ftill miftaken men admire 
 
 Her fatal toys, and glitt'ring fnarcs ; 
 . For thefe, delirious with defire, 
 
 They weary Heav'n with ceafelefs pray'rs, 
 
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 Which he, fuprcmely wife, 
 Here (grants in vencreance, there in love denies. 
 
 Fortiftie may bid her golden circle glow 
 
 Majcftic on the ^vlonarch's brow, 
 Trick up a \\'itlefs Lord v\ ith borrow'd glare, 
 And kindle on his breafl: a tranfitory ftar, 
 Yet cou'd her boafled fplendors e'er impart 
 Senfe to the head, or merit to the heart ? 
 But modcft Virtue borrows nought from ftate, 
 Draws from, herfelf her grandeur, and her grace» 
 
 lluflrious, noble, great. 
 
 Without a title, or a place. 
 She fcorns the gaudy toys by Monarchs given ; 
 
 Her honours are deriv'd from Heav'n. 
 
 O come, propitious Goddefs ! deign to dwell 
 Within this rural fhade, and fimple cell ! 
 
 There in a comely choir within 
 
 May all thy happy train be i'een. 
 Calm paffions, cheerful Hopes, Defires refin'd, 
 Friendfhip's warm glow, and Love to Human-kind 1. 
 Come with thy bleft aflbciate of the ikies. 
 Fair Faith, with pinions ever-ftretch'd to rife, 
 Catching fome radiance from the world to come. 
 Of my declining days to gild the gloom ; 
 As ev'ning funs, e'er yet they fink in night. 
 Streak the gay clouds with gleams of purple light! 
 
 Here draw thy facred circle round, 
 
 And blefs, and confecrate the ground,
 
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 And from the hallow'd bounds exclude 
 All but thy favour'd few, the Wife, and Good. 
 
 Here feated on my moffy throne, 
 I'd rule my mind, that kingdom of my own ; 
 Or mufe the murmur of the rills along 
 In raptur'd thought, and build fome folemn fong : 
 Or borne on Contemplation's wings on high 
 To the bright walls, that bound my native Iky, 
 Above Ambition's rage, and Folly's din, 
 I'd mark from far the buftle of the Great, 
 
 The various turns of changing Fate, 
 Nor envy thofe that win. 
 
 Thus on the hanging clifF fecure, the Swain 
 Views the vext furface of the ftormv main. 
 And while beneath the boift'rous furges roar, 
 Lafh the white rocks, and foam upon the fhore. 
 Beholds the wave-toft bark with pitying eyes. 
 With pity hears the helplefs Pilot's cries : 
 Nor wou'd- exchange his lowly lot. 
 His humble crook and ruftic cot. 
 To tempt th' uncertain gales and faithlefs tides, 
 For all the glitt'ring gems and gold. 
 That either India's bowels hold. 
 Or Ocean's greedy bofom hides. 
 
 For gems, and gold, with all their dazzling glare, 
 Can they compofe the troubled breaft of Care?
 
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 Extract of keen Remorfe the rankling: dart ; 
 Eafe the fharp pang, and heal the wounded heart ? 
 Are theirs the confcious peace, the blifs refin'd. 
 That fooths, and fills, and dignifies the mind ? 
 The freezing wretch might genial warmth asfoon 
 Draw from the frigid gleamings of the moon. 
 No, the Soul's fun-fhine, and the calm divine 
 Are, Virtue ! only thine.
 
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 ODE TO NIGHT. 
 
 Sunk is the fun, and on yon mountain-head 
 Hangs the lafl gleam of the declining day ; 
 Fades ev'ry landfcape — deepens ev'rj (hade ; 
 
 The clouds, late golden, now are rob'd in gray. 
 
 And thine is now the rule, imperial Night ! 
 
 All mildly fitt'ft thou on thy fhad'wy throne ; 
 While Superftition, feiz'd with felf-afFright, 
 
 Throws o'er thy brows a horror all her own. 
 
 Now to her monfler-breeding brain appear 
 Vifions of woe, and hideous forms of fear. 
 
 And figns, and portents, boding ills to come ; 
 And flame-ev'd Goblins srliding; o'er the ^reen. 
 And murder'd Ghofts with bleeding wounds are {^een. 
 
 And fcreech-owls heard, that tell her of the tomb. 
 
 But mufins; Wifdom feeks thv friendlv fhade. 
 
 To her rnore grateful than the silare of noon. 
 
 She loves thy fober folemn charms array'd 
 
 With the pale glories of the penfive Moon. 
 
 Fatigu'd with pleafures, or with cares oppreft, 
 
 Tir'd of the Proud, the Vicious, and the Vain, 
 
 How joys my Soul, when wheel'd beneath the weft 
 Sinks the gay fun, and hails thy gentler reign !
 
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 Impertinence's buz, and bulV wings. 
 Envy's loud hifs, and fly Detraftion's ftings, 
 
 The taunts of Infolence, the Wretch's woes, 
 The ilir and ftrifc of Fortune and her tools, 
 The roar of Riot, and the laugh of Fools, 
 
 No longer interrupt her lov'd repofe. 
 
 Then Wifdom clears her intellectual eyes. 
 
 And elevaies her aims to things Divine, 
 Bids all the choir of Mental Graces rife, 
 
 Bids all the charms of Moral Beauty fhine. 
 
 Silent are now the groves ; no fylvan throat 
 
 Tunes its wild defcant, but the hoot I hear 
 
 Of the lone owl, tho' no melodious note, 
 
 Yet pleafing ftill to Contemplation's ear. 
 
 The flars bright-f{>arkling o'er th' etherial way, 
 The moon's mild gleams, that ever quiv'ring play 
 
 On the light rills, that warble, as they wind, 
 •Gales hollow-roaring, hoarle-refounding woods. 
 Rude hanging rocks, dread fliades, and dafhing floods, 
 
 Exalt, and Iboth, and harmonize the mind. 
 
 Then every rude emotion finks to refl:. 
 
 In gentler flaw the tides of paffion roll, 
 
 A folemn calm fleals o'er the foften'd brcafl. 
 
 And philofophic tranfport fwells the Soul. 
 
 O'er Natnre^s ample field her Fancy flrays. 
 
 Thence her rich flore of form, and colour brings, 
 
 "With curious art combin'd a thoufand ways. 
 
 And paints her beauteous images of things.
 
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 Now wantons wild in aromatic groves, 
 
 Now the lone heath, and howling forefl roves, 
 
 Penfive, and lift'ning to the fighs of woe ; 
 Now fits fublime on Alpine heights enthron'd, 
 'Mid the red blaze of lightnings flafliing round. 
 
 And hears redoubled thunders roll below. 
 
 Now Horror's fliade flie feeks, and central cave. 
 
 Her ghaftly-vifag'd Ghofts, and floods of fire, 
 
 Now joys in empyrean light to lave. 
 
 And catch new rapture from the Seraph's lyre. 
 
 Then welcome Night ! thou awful pleafing Fair ! 
 
 While the Moon Teems along the clouds to fail, 
 Which round her throne like fleecy flakes appear. 
 And now half hide her radiance, now reveal. 
 
 Pride wants the fun her j^lumage to difplay, 
 A Soul fublime from no material ray 
 
 Draws her rich fplendors, or imbibes her joy; 
 Reafon's clear beam, and Virtue's flame divine 
 Shall with their own eternal glories (hine, 
 
 When worlds and funs in endlefs darknefs die. 
 
 And thou. Great Father ! guard my fleeping hours, 
 Bid the wild war of flriving pafiions ceafe, 
 
 Compofe in pleafing harmony my pow'rs, 
 
 And o'er my throbbing bofom breathe thy peace. 
 
 Thrice happy Souls, who thy protedion fhare ! 
 
 Virtue in thy paternal arms at refl; 
 Securely lies, as ftranger yet to fear 
 
 The fuckUng flumbers on its mother's breaft. 
 
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 Spirits, that hurl the thunders down the fky, 
 Or drive the chariot of the ftorms on high, 
 
 And (hake o'er trembling Guilt the fiery rod, 
 Oft bid their vengeful rage the Pious fpare ; 
 E'en flames amid the gen'ral wreck revere, 
 
 And pafs uutouch'd, thofe Temples of their God.
 
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 THE FALL OF ZION, 
 
 A LYRIC POEM. 
 
 " It comes — it comes — the mighty clay ! 
 
 " The mighty day of wrath and woe ! 
 
 " Slaughter, Havock fpeed their way ! 
 
 " Yawns the gulph of Hell below ! 
 
 " 'Tis paft — the juft — the dread decree ! 
 
 " Zion ! wide it yawns for Thee ! 
 
 " Soon among; the Giant Dead *, 
 
 " Whom ten-fold chains of darknefs hold, 
 
 " By the wild wave whelm'd of old, 
 
 " Low muft lie thy haughty head. 
 " What fcenes of horror open on my eye ! 
 " 1 fee the fpear of Vengeance pois'd on high, 
 " With the red lightning wing'd — her creft of fire, 
 " Her fword with anguifh edg'd — her arrows tipt with ire." 
 
 " Doft thou, ftill blazing in imperial pride, 
 " On pomp's refulgent car fublimely ride, 
 " Stop to the widow's plaint th' obdurate ear, 
 
 " And mock the moaning orphan's tear ; 
 
 * The Jews feem to have had a notion that the Rcphaim or Giants, men of great 
 fiature and ftrength, who filled the earth with violence before the flood, and were 
 overwhelmed in that ffencral deftruflion, were imprifoned in Sheol in chains of dark- 
 nefs, rcferved to the judgment. To which may allude Job, c. xxvi. 4. Gr. verfion, 
 and Chald. which feems to be more proper than our own, which indeed is not very 
 intelligible. The other verfions alfo agree with the Grctk: Vulg. " ecce gigantes 
 sreniunt." 
 
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 " Or laugh at eafe in joy's luxuriant bowV, 
 " While the brlfk viol chears the feftal hour ; 
 " Or drain from bowls of gold the fparkling wine, 
 " The boaft of Lebanon's, or Helbon's vine ; 
 
 " Or on the downy Tyrian bed, 
 " Sabean odours breathing round thy head, 
 *' Give thy warm wifhes loofe to wanton love ? 
 
 " Know, tho' thy daring thoughts defpife 
 " The Sage's voice, the Prophet's cries, 
 " There's thunder, and a God above." 
 
 'Twas thus, by Salem's hallow'd fide. 
 In j)laintive Notes a Prophet fung. 
 Where Kedron's gloomy waters ling'ring glide 
 Thro' the deep dale with fhaggy fhades o'erhung. 
 Oft turn'd M'ith fad prefage his ftreaming eyes. 
 Where the famed Temple's awful domes appear. 
 High o'er the fteep difFufe a golden glare. 
 And fwell their rival grandeur to the Ikies. 
 His Brethren round, oppreft with equal fears. 
 Catch from each other's eyes contagious tears. 
 
 Long in deep filence figh'd the penfive band, 
 'Till with new rapture touch'd, the facred Sire, 
 
 Starting, with a hafty hand, 
 
 Snatch'd again the founding lyre. 
 
 Th?n, fill'd with all the God, 
 Thro' ev'ry vein diviner ardour glow'd ; 
 Roll'd his fierce eye-balls, fwell'd his heaving brcafl, 
 
 By th' ecftatic pow'r oppreft ;
 
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 His fingers then with carelefs aii- he flings 
 
 Acrofs the golrlen firings. 
 And bids in varied mode the meafures flow, 
 Now rapid, loud and wild, now folemn, loft and flow. 
 
 " Hark ! it is the clarion's found ! 
 " Float on the hollow gales the flirill alarms ; 
 " The hilh, the vales, the rocks rebellow round 
 
 " To arms ! to arms ! to arms ! 
 " Loud, and more loud the fwelling clangors rife, 
 " Shake the wide earth, and thunder to the flcies. 
 
 " The Nations tremble, as they hear; 
 
 " Ev'ry face is pale with fear ; 
 " The Mother fl:arts, Avith boding thoughts difl:refl:, 
 *' Yearns o'er her babe, and flirains it to her breafl:. 
 
 " Where Babel, tow'ring to imperial fway, 
 " Lifts her proud glories to the gaze of day, 
 " And old Euphrates laves her willowy lide, 
 
 " I fee Heav'n's Angel ftand, 
 " Th' avensiino; Angjel — in his red risrht hand 
 
 " He waves his burning brand, 
 " With fierce reflexion gleaming on the tide. 
 
 " He mounts his fcythed wain ; 
 
 " He calls his dreadful train 
 
 " To feaft on human food ; 
 " Ambition, Difcord, Famine, and wild War, 
 " Rage, Defolation, Death attend the car, 
 " Rufhing o'er flaughter'd heaps, and bath'd in blood. 
 
 " See from the North a fudden brisrhtnefs beam ! 
 
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 " O'er yonder hills the fpreading luftres fliream.
 
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 " Like meteors gleaming round the mountain brow, 
 
 " Then flalliing down the vale below. 
 " Now fteeds and men I fee, a fhining train ! 
 " And brazen chariots light'ning o'er the plain. 
 " On moves the hoft in firm, and dread array, 
 " Their polifli'd bucklers burn againfl the day, 
 " And round their helms the dazzling fplendors pla 
 " Amid their ranks Hell's horrid Forms appear, 
 " Frown in the front, and ravage in the rear. 
 " Behind like clouds the birds of ravine fly, 
 " Prefcient of blood, and blacken all the Iky. 
 " High waving o'er their heads, Jehovah's fword 
 " Of living flame, portending vengeance near, 
 " Th' awaken'd vengeance of its injur'd Lord, 
 " Like a red comet kindles half the fphere. 
 
 " Zion ! now for wrath prepare ! 
 " Speak the figns of earth and air. 
 " See the fun his golden light 
 " Veil in Ihades of fudden night ! 
 «' Peals tremendous howl on high ; 
 «' All the concave leems on fire; 
 " Flafhing armies in the flcy 
 " Now encounter, now retire ; 
 " Meteors red with flaming hair 
 " Thro' the glowing ether glare ; 
 " Panic terrors llalk below ; 
 " Hark ! a voice denouncing woe, 
 *• Thro' the Temple's vaulted round 
 " Sends a fhrill and folemn found ; 
 " Depart," it cries, " Depart !" 
 " And ftrikes with chill amaze the bravefl: heart." 
 
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 There ceas'd awhile the Sire — his pow'rs oppreft, 
 Exhauftecl, afk'd an interval of reft. 
 
 A folemn paufe enfu'd ; 
 Around in dread fufpenfe his audience ftood ; 
 'Till roiis'd again with frefh prophetic fire. 
 New ftrains of horror trembled on the lyre. 
 
 " 'Tis come — the mighty day ! how awful low'rs 
 
 " Its murky morn! the works of death begin ! 
 
 " Without, the flame — without, the fword devours, 
 
 " And famine waftes within. 
 
 " Ah ! what a groan was there, 
 
 " As burfting from the bofom of Defpair ! 
 
 " See o'er her famifh'd babe the Mother hang ! 
 
 " Maternal fondnefs adding edge to woe, 
 
 " Keen as her childbed's agonizing throe. 
 
 " But, oh ! my chill'd blood fhudders at the fight— 
 
 " Refifllefs hunger gives a fiercer pang. 
 
 " Mother, forbear ! — Sun, hide thy trembling light ! 
 
 " Blot out the deed accurft, Eternal Night ! 
 
 " What new clangors ftrike my ear ! 
 
 " 'Tis the clafh of arms I hear ; 
 
 " Loud th' avenging Angel calls ; 
 
 " See the battle bend its courfe, 
 
 " Like the mountain-torrent's force, 
 " To Salem's broken walls ! 
 " Th' avengriao- Angel leads the foremoft band, 
 " Fires ev'ry heart, and ftrengthens ev'ry hand ; 
 " His ftreamins; banner cafts a crimfon blaze, 
 " And ftreaks the fable clouds with fanguine rays ;
 
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 " O'er Zion's trembling hill he waves it higii, 
 " Hcav'n's thunder in his voice, and lightning in his eve. 
 " Before his fteps a thoufand terrors ftride, 
 " And gory Death grins ghaftly by his fide. 
 
 *' Now with vidorious pow'rs 
 
 " They fcale her conquer'd towVs; 
 
 *' The din of battle rends the air; 
 " Shouts of triumph — woeful cries 
 " Echo to the midnio-ht (kies, 
 
 *' And fhrilling flirieks of wild defpair. 
 
 " I fee— I fee this doleful flood 
 
 *' Rolling red with native blood ; 
 " I fee th' expiring Father purpled o'er 
 
 " With his flaughter'd Children's gore ! 
 
 " Behold the wedded Virgrin's charms 
 
 " Snatch'd from her bleeding Bridegroom's arms, 
 " Her fond name lifping with his laft fad breath, 
 
 " And clafping in the pangs of Death !" 
 
 " See the fweet Babe upon its murd'rer fmile, 
 " And flop his horrid rage awhile ; 
 " Then on the groundfil dafh'd it dies, 
 '* Before its frantic Mother's eyes. 
 " In the dread filence of defpair 
 *' The Mother ftands, as turn'd to flonre, 
 " Then looks to Heav'n a piercing pray'r, 
 " To call th' avenging thunder down, 
 " And fainting, falling on the mangled clay, 
 *' KifTcs the pale cold lips, and fighs her foul away.
 
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 " Houfe of my God ! I fee th' unpit'ving fire 
 
 " High o'er thy venerable domes afpire, 
 
 " Refiftlefs rolls the flaming deluge on, 
 
 " Totter thy cracking tow'rs, and dafh with clangor down. 
 
 "■ Thy courts of peace are fill'd with loud alarms, 
 
 " Dying (hrieks, and clafhing arms, 
 " Thy facred floors with flaughter'd Prophets ftrew'd, 
 " And e'en thy mercy-feat, that awful fhrine 
 
 " Of Majefty Divine, 
 
 " With prieftly gore embru'd. 
 
 " Joy of the earth ! where is thy beauty now ? 
 
 " Where the proud grace that crown'd thy beamy brow^ 
 
 " And ftate imperial ? forrowing I behold 
 
 " Turret on turret roll'd, 
 " And dome on dome in wild confufion hurl'd, 
 *' Like the vaft wreck and relics of a world. 
 
 " O name for ever dear ! 
 *' With fighs remembred, utter'd with a tear, 
 " Fall'n art thou Salem ! mingled with the duft ! 
 *' Like fome bright ftar thrown blazing from the Ikies, 
 '* One undiftinguifh'd heap thy grandeur lies, 
 
 " Yet in ruin flill auguft ! 
 
 " La palaces of Mighty Men 
 " The lurking Chical makes her fecret den ; 
 
 " In the Temple's hallow'd walks 
 " The ftrutting Oftrich ftalks; 
 " There gorg'd with blood the rav'ning Vulture hies, 
 *'^ There to her mate the fcreaming Night-bird cries ^.
 
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 *' The hiiring Serpent haunts the dread abode, 
 
 " Whole trembling walls rever'd th' indwelling God. 
 
 " There the grim Lions thirfi: for human gore ; 
 
 " And heard at diftance by the (hudd'ring Iwaiu 
 
 " 'Crofs the drear horrors of the defart plain, 
 
 " Amid the hollow howling ruins roar." 
 
 There paus'd the Prophet's fong — 
 
 The lift'nino; throng, 
 Like ftatues fix'd, in mute amazement flood, 
 And anguifli wrung the heart, and horror chill'd the blood. 
 Proud Salem bows — her confcious turrets quake ; 
 The deep foundations of the Temple Ihake ; 
 Above their banks th' affrighted waters flow ; 
 Blue flames athwart the flalhing ether glow ; 
 Hoarfe peals in loud redoubled roll relound, ^ 
 
 Roar the re-echoing caverns— rocks the ground— v 
 Nod the high mountain tops, and tremble all round.J
 
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 INVOCATION TO MELANCHOLY. 
 
 O Melancholy ! fad and folemn Maid ! 
 
 Doft thou thro' the ghmm'ring glade. 
 Beneath the Moon's pale ray, 
 With many a flow ftep ftray, 
 Far from the foothing voice of kind relief. 
 
 To feed on thoughts of woe. 
 And tell the gliding waters, as they flow, 
 
 Thy oft repeated grief; 
 And ftill, where'er thy weary wand'rings lead. 
 
 Dread Horror flialks behind. 
 With deeper, hoarfer thunder howls the wind. 
 And Night's grim features cafl; a death-like fliade ? 
 
 Or dofl: thou on the margin of the main. 
 
 In melting notes complain. 
 Beneath fome craggy cliff's impending brow. 
 Which thickets hoar, or hanging woods embrown, 
 
 Whofe fhades tremendous frown 
 
 O'er the foaming gulph below, 
 LuU'd by the loud tumultuous waves, that fwell. 
 And beat, and break uj)on the bellowing fliore, 
 While hid within her hollow-founding cell 
 Hoarfe Echo murmurs to the rough wave's roar ? 
 
 Or in fome defart fly the face of Men, 
 Lifl'ning to the raven's croak. 
 From the mofTv-fringed oak. 
 
 In fome Cimmerian den ; ; 
 
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 Converfing there 
 With gloomy-fronted Care, 
 And fullen Silence, and pale-cheek'd Afflighr, 
 Twin daughters of dun Night, 
 And wild Defpaii, 
 Stretch'd naked on the bare and rugged rocks, 
 Rending her tatter'd locks? 
 
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 Or in the haunted aifle 
 Of fome time-eaten temple's gothic pile, 
 Whofe fpreading arches a dread rev'rence draw, 
 And gloomy cloifters breathe myfterious awe. 
 Where a dim dying taper's glimm'ring light 
 Throw's a new horror o'er the frown of night. 
 
 Wetting with tears the ftones, 
 
 Mak'fl: thou thy doleful moans, 
 
 Fixt o'er thy Lover's tomb, 
 And thro' the vault, while pealing echos found. 
 Starting all pale, and flaring ghaftly round, 
 Hear'ft thou forae Spirit fay — " come, Mortal! come? 
 
 Where'er thy wonted haunts, diforder'd Fair ! 
 
 Come with thy braidlefs hair. 
 
 And forrow-wrinkled brow. 
 
 And deep heart-rending fighs, 
 And downward looks, and fixt pathetic eyes. 
 
 And tears that ever flow ! 
 O'er the rude rocks, and thro' the fhadowy grove 
 
 Come, penfive Pilgrim ! rove 
 
 Companion of my woe ! 
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 When at her fummit Night's majcftic Qiieen, 
 While low'ring vapours (hroud her awful face. 
 With twinkling flars, like radiant gems between, 
 
 With fullen ling'ring pace 
 Rides on her ebon chariot raven-drawn ; 
 
 While Vifions dread, that fleep affail. 
 And panic Fears, and Spe61res pale, 
 Attend her rolling throne. 
 
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 O'er the black fkies, and heaving feas, and land, 
 
 Sleep waves her opiate wand; 
 Now fniks to flumber Nature's wearied head ; 
 'Tis filence all — filence how deep ! how dread? 
 
 Save where the tinkling rill 
 
 Its folitary murmur rolls. 
 And from the tower, that crowns yon hanging hill, 
 
 The fhrill bell tolls. 
 Save where bleak Eurus' ho\\'ling blafts refound 
 Thro' the lone vales, and roaring woods around. 
 Then fteals a flill and folemn paufe between — 
 Then roar the hollow woods, and howls the blaft again. 
 
 But now by flow degrees 
 The ftruggling moon unveils her filver beam. 
 
 Which trembling thro' the rocking trees, 
 
 Darts a faint and quiv'ring gleam; 
 
 While fome enamour'd Swain, 
 
 Heart-wounded by the coy difdain 
 Of his relentlefs Fair, 
 Wand'ring thro' mazy wilds in woeful plight, 
 Chaunts his quaint ditty to the chilling air. 
 And oft invokes her pale and penfive light.
 
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 All the long night he tells his plaintive tale. 
 
 Along the lifl'ning vale, 
 
 To ev'ry vagrant rill, 
 
 To ev'ry bending hill. 
 And bids the hollow gales in pity bear 
 
 His fwelling fighs to Her. 
 Thee beautiful — thee cold — thee fcornful Maid ! 
 Thee mourns his mufical, his melting lay. 
 
 Thee at the clofmg Ihade, 
 
 And thee at dawning day. 
 Yet tho' fevere his fate, fevere his pains. 
 
 Still chearing hope remains : 
 But Fve no chearing hope to footh my care, 
 
 My doom is all defpair ; 
 My love, my life, my plcafure, and my pride, 
 
 With dear Amira died. 
 
 And are thofe checks now pale and livid, where 
 In native colours blulh'd the Cherub's glow ? 
 Still heighten'd when flie heard with maiden air, 
 And half-averted eyes, my gentle vow. 
 
 And mufl: thofe eves ferene. 
 
 Where all the foul was feen; 
 
 Still with Pity's fofteft languifh, 
 
 Melting at the fight of anguifh, 
 Clos'd — ever clos'd — their lovelv luftre loil. 
 Droop in the tomb, and moulder in the dufl ! 
 
 Farewell! — whom not young Hebe's rofeat bloom, 
 Nor beauty's brightcft ray, nor fenfe refiu'd. 
 Nor winning grace, nor dignity of mind. 
 Nor Goodnefs klf, cou'd refcue from the tomb!
 
 Farewell !— whom not a Mother's frantic woe— 
 Whom not a Lover's pleading pangs could fave ! 
 Ah, Death ! to human blifs determin'd foe ! 
 Ah, foe to human glory, ruthlefs grave ! 
 
 Now by the ilream in yonder grove 
 Indulging penfive thought I rove. 
 Where on the mufic of her tongue 
 So oft my charm'd attention hung ; 
 There fancy-rapt I feem to hear 
 Her tuneful voice's foothing found, 
 Trembling in my delighted ear. 
 Then ftart as from a trance profound. 
 And figh to think, its mufic o'er, 
 That tuneful voice mull charm no more 
 I trace the path fhe lov'd to walk, 
 I prefs the bank where late fhe lay ; 
 There to her dear idea talk. 
 And teach it tender things to fay. 
 
 Now on her pidlur'd form I feed my eye ; 
 
 Thofe charms, to memory for ever dear, 
 I wet with many a tear, 
 And ever gaze, and ever figh: 
 
 Such the foft languifh — fuch the magic air, 
 
 Such — fuch the beamy fmile, that fweetly Hole 
 My foft diflblving foul. 
 
 So hung with graceful eafe her waving hair !
 
 [ 96 ] 
 
 But fee I what fuclden Sfloom o'erwhelms the wood! 
 
 Thick fhades the Moon o'erfpread, 
 
 And hide her filver head ; 
 Thro' the \\an cloud fhe Teems to blufh in blood. 
 The fwelling tempefl: blackens round the pole. 
 And quench'd is ev'ry ftar's etherial light; 
 So tolt by tumults is my troubled foul, 
 Wild as the tempeft, gloomy as the night I 
 
 But vain complaint, and unavailing grief: . 
 Come, Refignation! lend thy mild relief ! 
 
 O bend to Heav'n my will ! 
 Calm ev'ry paflion, ev'ry murmur flill ! 
 And thou, bleft Saint ! new tenant of the Iky I 
 Regard my pain with Pity's tend'reft eye ! 
 Nor blame, now paffion-free my fond regret — 
 Patient I'd be — but how can 1 forget ? 
 
 For ever fair to Fancy's eyes 
 Still will thy dear Idea rife ; 
 On thee the melting thought will dweir. 
 And mufe — what tongue can never tell. 
 The ftarting tear, the fwelling figh. 
 Thy love — thy lofs — muft ftill deplore, 
 'Till ev'ry fource of forrow's dry. 
 And this fad heart fliall heave iio more^
 
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 ODE TO WISDOM, 
 
 Genius of Wifclom ! lead me to thy (hades. 
 
 And while along thy groves and glimm'ring glades 
 
 Roving I court the lacred Mufe — be there 
 
 No bufy-thoughted care ; 
 
 Nor let Folly intervene 
 
 To profane the folemn fcene ; 
 But Contemplation, fweet fequeller'd Maid! 
 
 Come thou with filent tread. 
 
 Now pacing foft and flow. 
 
 Now fixt in thought profound, 
 Half-clos'd thy mild eye bending to the ground. 
 While in thy breaft celeftial ardors glow. 
 My fteps attend thefe murm'ring rills along. 
 And Iboth my mind, and harmonize my fong. 
 
 How bleft the Man, who, foe to Folly, flies 
 The noify world to feek thy ferious joys, 
 And haunts the filvan glooms in mufing mood 
 To learn that noblefl: Science — " (o he good !" 
 There marks in Nature's thoufand forms combin'd 
 The varied force of animating Mind ; 
 
 Soft in the fummer gale, 
 Wliofe fanning pinions cool the fultry vale ; 
 
 Sweet in the vernal bloom. 
 Which breathes o'er Maia's brows the frefh perfume ; 
 
 Fair in each op'ning flow'r 
 'Broid'ring the lawn, or blufliing on the bow'r; 
 
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 Fair in the tints, that make the morning gay, 
 Gild the 2:raY Ikies, and redden into day : 
 
 Majeftic in the fetting fun. 
 While golden clouds flame round his ficrv throne ; 
 
 Majeftic on yon azure plain. 
 While fparkling ftars emblaze the wintry Iky : 
 
 Terrific in the howling main, 
 When down th' etherial hills the tempefls fly, 
 Heave the huge billows thund'ring o'er the land, 
 Roar the refounding rocks, and trembles the rough flrand. 
 
 What tho' in feeming folitudc he roves 
 
 Along the lonely groves. 
 Angelic Pow'rs attend, where e'er he ftrays, 
 Aflifl: his mufings, and infpire his praife. 
 Oft does the fecret Deity defcend 
 
 To vifit there his mortal Friend, 
 
 To heal the bleeding wounds of woe. 
 
 The throbbing paffions to appeafe, 
 Refine his thoughts from vulgar cares below, 
 And to the Ikies his flaming fancy raife. 
 Then thrills the Soul with facred ecftacy, 
 
 Confcious of th' Immortal Guefl 
 She feels her force, and native diornitv. 
 Ardent for glory, panting to be bleft. 
 
 Hence then ye gaudy train 
 Of bufy idle Images, away ! 
 Fancy's wild offspring, fleeting, falfe, and vain, 
 That in the vacant brain of Folly play !
 
 [ 99 ] 
 
 On whofe light plumes a thoufand colours glow, 
 All by their Mother's magic hand pourtray'd. 
 Like the gay tints, that paint the rainy bow, 
 That fliine awhile, and fade. 
 
 Bid Truth ariie confeft. 
 In all her pure unboirow'd graces dreft. 
 Darting full radiance o'er my ravilh'd foul! 
 Let each idea there 
 Her lov'd refemblance wear, 
 Enlarg'd, fublime, and rapt beyond the pole. 
 O thou bv prvins: Sas;es fousrht 
 Thro' all the tangled maze of thought, 
 Difpel the clouds, whofe envious night 
 Conceal thy beauties from mv light ; 
 Beauties denied to vulvar view, 
 Referv'd to blefs a favour'd few ! 
 Beneath thy banners I'd inlift my name. 
 Thy laws I'd own, thy hallow'd badge I'd bear, 
 No fool of fafhion, and no Dave to fhame, 
 Unwarp'd by jDrejudice, unaw'd by fear. 
 
 Be thou too prefent. Virtue, heav'nly Fair ! 
 Exalt my foul, and fandify her frame ; 
 O mark thy own immortal graces there. 
 
 And feed her native flame ; 
 For tho' its fparks involv'd in matter lie 
 Languid awhile, and ready to expire. 
 Thy breath can fan them to a glorious fire, 
 And mount them blazins; to their kindred Ikv. 
 
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 But fordid Vice abforbs the facred ray, 
 Draws ofFthe purer fpirit of the Mind ; 
 Th' etherial encnce waftes at length awav, 
 
 And leaves the drofs behind ; 
 Or choak'd, obfcur'd, \\hile groffer dregs o'erpow'r, 
 
 Expands and Ihines no more : 
 
 Like fome degraded Sun, 
 Of fome fair fvflem late the rulinsr foul. 
 That round the glories of his central throne 
 
 Saw tributary planets roll, 
 But now from empire fall'n, his adtive light 
 Confum'd or quench'd in everlafting night. 
 
 And Thou, among the heav'nly quire 
 
 Glowing with a Seraph's fire. 
 Who feel'ft the fweeteft, noblell: paffions move. 
 When hymning Angels tune the golden lyre 
 To fongs of joy, and founds of facred love ; 
 Or ^^'hen at awful diftance they furvey 
 
 The living fplendors, as they play 
 Round the dread (hrine of Him, no eye can fee. 
 And, while the unutterable glories blaze. 
 
 All is rapture and amaze, 
 
 And thrilling trembling ecflacy ■ — 
 
 Devotion ! daughter of the fphere ! 
 
 With heav'n-ere<5ted eye be near. 
 And make my breaft thy favour'd refidence; 
 
 Propitious there difpenfe 
 The love fublime, the facred energy, 
 Which kindling thro' the Brethren of the Iky,
 
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 Illume their fmiles, their melody infpire, 
 Exalt their raptures, and inflame their fire. 
 Then ev'iy paffion, ev'ry pow'r, 
 In pleafing union fhall adore, 
 And all the motions of mv Soul 
 In fweet harmonious order roll.
 
 [ '02 3 
 
 THE FOLLY OF DISCONTENT. 
 
 ADDRESSED TO A FRIEND. 
 
 Some vifionarv blifs m view. 
 In gawdy rain-bow colours gay. 
 We urge the chace, but faft as we purfue, 
 The Phantom flies, or fades in air away. 
 To wild defire we give the loofen'd rein, 
 
 And tire the limbs, and lafli the mind ; 
 
 Then mourn our thought and labour vain; 
 
 We grafp the wave, and hunt the wind. 
 
 E'en of our darling wifh pofTefl:, 
 
 New cravings rife, and banifli refb; 
 
 From blifs as diflant as before, 
 
 'Tis fomething elfe — 'tis fomething more. 
 
 Still, tow'ring hopes arife. 
 O'er which our fond ideas climb the Ikies ; 
 As fome tall mountain feems its head to rear, 
 O'er-top the clouds, and fhoot into the fphere; 
 But fpent with toil when we the fummit gain, 
 We find unmeafur'd dillance ftill remain. 
 
 What boots it, Friend ! to run 
 To other climes beneath another lun ?
 
 ^ [ 103 ] 
 
 Why leave your better wealth— your eafe. 
 Your Friends, and focial hearth behind. 
 To truft your fafety to the feas, 
 The fport of ev'ry tyrant wind ? 
 Trembling to view the boiling gulf below. 
 When, brooding mifchief in the black'nine flcv. 
 The Demon of the tempeft fcowls on hio-h ; 
 Then bids amain the blafts of horror blow ; 
 While Danger, cloth'd in all her dreadful forms. 
 
 Rides on the pinions of the ftorms ; 
 Foams on the fummit of the mountain wave; 
 Tremendous flaflies in the lightning's rav. 
 In the deep thunder's roll appalls the brave, 
 And calls grim Death aloud to haflen to the prey ? 
 
 Go ! fpread thy canvas to the Ij^lcy gales ; 
 
 Breathe aromatic air in Indian vales ; 
 
 On Perfia's coaft the lucid pearl explore ; 
 
 Or dig for blazing gems, and golden ore : 
 
 Go ! wander where you will — yet there 
 You'll find the winged harpy Care ; 
 
 She lurks within the golden mine, and roves 
 
 Among the fweet perfumes of Indian groves. 
 The farther flill you ftrav, 
 
 The farther from content declines the wav : 
 
 Nor can Arabia's bleeding foreft find 
 
 A balm to heal the ficknefs of the Mind. 
 
 Then ceafe abroad to roam, 
 Furl the white fail, and feek your blifs at home.
 
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 You'll find ic in your Emma's eyes, 
 Where innocence and beauty dwell ; 
 Upon her heaving breafts it lies, 
 When they with warm atFeftion fwell ; 
 
 W^hen with a tender fjmpathy they fhare 
 Alike your pleafure, or your care. 
 You'll find it in the native fmiles, 
 The lovely looks, and wanton wiles, 
 
 Of your rofy Girls and Boys, 
 W^hen fondly clinging round your knee, 
 Their playful innocence you fee. 
 
 And tafte a Parent's fweet peculiar joys. 
 
 Enough indulgent Heav'n has lent ; 
 
 W^hat's wanting; more to orive content? 
 Wifdom to prize, and virtue to enjoy. 
 And Heav'n's beneficence like Heav'n employ ; 
 You need not then o'er lands and feas purfue ; 
 The rover Blifs would come uncall'd to you. 
 
 Celeftial Wifdom, on her azure fphere, 
 
 To whom the welfare of Mankind is dear. 
 
 Still founds with Reafon's voice to all below 
 
 This folemn ftrain, " be a irtuous, and be bleft." 
 
 But Man — fool Man ! his own perfidious foe, 
 
 Foftcrs a hungry vulture in hiS breaft: ; 
 
 Infatiate wild Defire, that bird of prey. 
 
 Feeds on the tortur'd thought, and gnaws the foul away.
 
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 ELEGV ON THE DEATH OF A YOUNG LADY. 
 
 Talk not of blifs below— Look round the Ball ! 
 'Tis falle, and vain— 'tis fading, fleeting all ! 
 Lull'd in Security's illufive fleep, 
 We dream of pleafures, and then wake to weep. 
 Yet new delufions charm the cheated breaft, 
 And Hope perfuades us, we may ftill be bleft: 
 In fair fucceffion to our eager eyes, 
 She bids Elyzian fcenes of beauty rife. 
 By Fancy robed in glaring colours gay. 
 Serene, and beaming with unclouded day ; 
 But, foe to evVy joy of Human-kind, 
 Pale Difappointment ftalks conceal'd behind. 
 O'er the bright fcene flie cafts a fudden gloom. 
 Fade all its glories— withers all Its bloom ; 
 The fricrhten'd Pleafures fly— Succeeds the train 
 Of Care, and pining Grief, and agonizing Pain. 
 
 Yes ! they are fled — with fair Amanda fled ! 
 Loft in the dreary manilons of the Dead ! 
 O bleft with all that could delight, or move, 
 Whofe foul was fweetnefs, and whofe looks were love I 
 With all. that's noble, all that's tender fraught. 
 The Woman's foftnefs, and the Sage's thought. 
 The Saint's humility, the Hero's fire. 
 Beauty that rais'd, and awe that quench'd defire ! 
 Hate, anger, envy were to her unknown ; 
 She prais'd all worth, unconfcious of her own.
 
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 Such was the form of Piety flie wore, 
 
 As Saints enraptur'd in their heav'n adore ; 
 
 Sublime to ftrikc, and pleafuig to engage, 
 
 Stri6l without rigour, zealous without rage ; 
 
 Source of each gen'rous aim, each thought refin'd. 
 
 And warm with love to God, and Human-kind: 
 
 Were all her lifted Votaries like her, 
 
 Villains would blufh, and Infidels revere. 
 
 Ah ! thou hadft livM— could Virtue Death dilarm, 
 
 Cou'd fweetnefs foften, or could beauty charm! 
 
 In vain thy Parents faw with kindling eyes 
 
 Fair and more fair thy growing graces rife : 
 
 Juft as thy charms reveal'd their blufhing bloom, 
 
 Juft as thy virtues fhed their full perfume, 
 
 Touch'd by fome blighting wind, or blafting ray. 
 
 Shrunk the gay flow'r, and droop'd, and died away! 
 
 And what remains — but unavailing woe, 
 
 Sighs that ftill heave, and tears that ever flow. 
 
 And fond remembrance, that augments the fmart. 
 
 And all the thoufand pangs that rend a Parent's heart! 
 
 O Refignation ! Faith's foft, foothing Child ! 
 Come with thy words — thy looks — divinely mild ! 
 Woe's wild emotions lull to gentle reft: ; 
 Pour holy balm into the bleeding breaft ; 
 Be ev'ry paflion, ev'ry murmur ftill. 
 And bend the ft'Uggling foul to Heav'n's high will. 
 
 Ye thoughtlefs Youth ! ye flaunting flutt'ring Fair ! 
 'One moment from the chace of pleafure fpare. 
 Ye that with Vanity's light baubles play, 
 And trip fecure in Folly's flow'ry way,
 
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 Think how precarious is your boafled bloom ! 
 E'en while you laugh, you totter o'er the tomb. 
 Soon from the cheek may fade the rofy dye, 
 The lip love-whifp'ring wan and filent lie ; 
 Cold the warm breaft, that beat with gay defire, 
 And quench'd the fparkling eye's etherial fire. 
 
 Heav'n-born Religion! thine alone's the pow'r 
 With chearing ray to gild the gloomy hour, 
 Soften the figh, perfume the parting breath, 
 And triumph in difeafe, and fmile in death. 
 
 No fweeter accents Poet ever fang 
 Than thofe that flow'd from her dear dying tongue ; 
 It feem'd a fudden infpiration giv'n ; 
 O then (he talk'd, fhe look'd, fhe breath'd of heay'n ! 
 And, in full profped of the realms of light, 
 Seem'd half an Angel, e'er fhe wing'd her flight ! 
 
 Now from her radiant bow'r fhe looks below 
 On thefe fad fcenes of vanity, and woe ; 
 As the tir'd ftorm-vex'd Sailor, fafe on land, 
 .Eyes the rough ocean from the tranquil ftrand. 
 And while the foaming billows beat the (hore, 
 Enjoys the danger that he fear'd before. 
 
 Bleft Saint ! to memory for ever dear ! 
 What rightful honours fliall adorn thy bier? 
 What lait fad gift fhall Friendfliip's hand beftow ? 
 Not the ftiff pageantry of pompous woe ; 
 The {lately marble, or the mimic bufl:; 
 Vain arts of Pride to dignify, the duft ! 
 No — ever-lov'd, rever'd, lamented Maid ! 
 Be to thy worth a nobler tribute paid, 
 
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 Of ev'ry virtuous breaft the gea'rous figh, 
 
 The tender tear of ev'ry melting eye ! 
 
 To thy cold grave let weeping Virgins come, "^ 
 
 And ftrew with tranfitory flow'rs the tomb, > 
 
 Faint emblems of thy fair, but, ah ! too fading bloom ! } 
 
 With penfive look, perufe the letter'd ftone, 
 
 And from thy virtues learn to form their own ; 
 
 Infpir'd by thy example, aim to be 
 
 Meek, pious, wife, benevolent like Thee !
 
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 ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF MRS. S . 
 
 [MRS. S 's SPIRIT IS SUPPOSED TO SPEAK.J 
 
 Why throbs the heart with unavailing woe ? 
 
 Why do thofe tears of fruitlefs Sorrow flow ? 
 
 Ah ! check the foft emotion — ceafe the fisih! 
 
 Would too fond friendship call me from the Iky ? 
 
 Unfetter'd from the flefli, enlarg'd, relin'd, 
 
 Here with full freedom roves the raptur'd Mind, 
 
 Of kindred Spirits joins the friendly quire. 
 
 Glows with their warmth, and breathes their purejdefire; 
 
 Here endlefs rills of facred pleafure roll; 
 
 All-perfeft Beauty charms th' ecftatic foul, 
 
 And living fj^lendors from th' eternal throne, ^ 
 
 Pour the full tide of blifs and glory down. 
 
 Say, would you wifh me, loft to joys like thele, 
 
 In a frail body, tortured by difeafe. 
 
 Where Death and Nature held perpetual ftrife, 
 
 To drag along the tedious load of life? 
 
 Nor think too foon my little race was run. 
 
 The end's accomplifh'd, fince the prize is won. 
 
 Now freed from earthly vanities, and cares, 
 Efcap'd a thoufand ills, a thoufand fnares, 
 Rejoic'd to find Life's weary voyage o'er, 
 Compleat my tranfport, can I wifh for more ? 
 Yes — one fond thought — Upon this blifsful plain. 
 Their duty done, to meet my Friends again !
 
 [ 110 ] 
 
 To fee them fhine in Ansiel glories diefl:. 
 And hall their (afe arrival to their re{\. 
 Where love again our longing ibuls fhall join, 
 Love pure, exalted, deathlcfs, and divine ! 
 
 The fhipwreck'd Sailor thus, when fafe on fliore. 
 Fears the rough rocks and raging furge no more ;. 
 Yet mindful of his mates he left behind. 
 Still toll: and ftruggling with the waves and wind. 
 With looks of pity, eyes them from the flrand. 
 And longs to hail them welcome to the land. 
 
 Tho' in the tomb our earthly paffions lie. 
 The flames of virtuous friendfliip never die. 
 But in the happy realms of love and light 
 With keener ardor burn, and fhine more brio-ht. 
 Soft Pity dwells in ev'ry heav'nly breaft-, 
 And moves the melting heart, nor violates their red. 
 With fweet diflolving tendernefs, e'en here, 
 I fee the Hufband's, Parent's, Sifter's tear ! 
 Thofe fmiling infants, late my darling care. 
 Thrill thro' my foul, and wake the Mother there. 
 O may propitious Heav'n their Steps attend. 
 His wifdom guide them, and his grace defend ! 
 May fphere-born Piety their breafts infpire, 
 Fill with her joys, and warm with all her fire, 
 'Till pleas'd I fee their ripen'd virtues rife 
 To join th' eternal rapture in the Ikies 1
 
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 O.V THE DEATH OF AN AMIABLE CHILD. 
 
 Adieu ! thou fhort-liv'cl charm adieu ! 
 
 Juft fhown, and ravifh'd from our view ! 
 
 A thoufand hopes — thy Parents' pride 
 
 And fondeft wifhes with thee died. 
 
 Ye Graces ! on her turfy bed 
 
 Your blufhing fhow'r of rofes Ihed, 
 
 Emblems of beauty's fading bloom ! 
 
 Ye Zephyrs ! from your rofy wing 
 
 Shake the frefli fragrance of the fpring, 
 
 And waft your odours round the tomb ! 
 Ye young-ey'd Angels ! guard her duft, for there 
 Lies all that's foft, and fweet, and innocent, and fair. 
 
 Thofe pallid checks no more we view 
 
 Outvie rhe morn's vermilion hue ; 
 
 No more our eager thoughts prefage 
 
 The beauties of her ripen'd age ; 
 
 No more the foft fenfations rife 
 
 Within the fondlinsf Mother's breaft, 
 
 When in her looks, her air, her eyes, 
 
 She faw her youthful form confeft; 
 
 No more (he hangs upon her fmiles. 
 
 Her lifping lips, her mimic wiles. 
 Nor marks the blooming graces, as they grow, 
 With fweet conceal'd delight, till tears of tranfport flow.
 
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 Adieu! thou fliort-liv'd charm adieu! 
 Juft fhown, and ravifh'd from our view ! 
 In pity, Heav'n thy mortal race 
 Contraded to a narrow fpace ; 
 Snatch'd from the world's delufive ftage. 
 Where grief ftill waits on rip'ning age, 
 Nor care nor forrow's rankling dart 
 Had ever reach'd thy harmlefs heart ! 
 In circling joys and fportive play 
 Thy pleafing moments pafs'd away. 
 Now in thofe amaranthine bow'rs 
 To infant innocence aflign'd. 
 You fmile, and cull unfading flow'rs. 
 Nor know what ills you left behind ; 
 While we remain, condemn'd to groan below, 
 And feel the thoufaud pangs of variegated woe I
 
 [ 113 ] 
 
 RESIGNATION, 
 
 Ye wild tumultuous paflions ceafe 
 To tofs my troubled breafl ! 
 
 O fome kind Angel whifper peace. 
 And fmile my foul to refl: ! 
 
 Will no kind pitying Angel come 
 With healing balm from hio-h ? 
 
 Hope, where is now thy purple bloom, 
 And where thy laughing eye ? 
 
 Thy charming magic bids around 
 
 Another Eden rife ; 
 We wander o'er Elyfian ground, 
 
 And gaze on golden fkies. 
 
 Behind fee Difappointment tread 
 With quick, but filent pace ! 
 
 At his approach the vilions fade. 
 And leave a defart f]:)ace. 
 
 No more the Pleafures fporfing round 
 
 Fan with foft wings the air. 
 But o'er us flit with yelling found 
 
 The Harpy birds of Care. 
 
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 ♦' Return, ye vanifh'd joys, again, 
 " Now dearer than before!" 
 
 We pray, \\c wifh, we weep in vain, 
 The joys return no more. 
 
 Now Pleafure's gay reforts I ihun 
 To feck the yew-tree's fhade. 
 
 And oft beneath the paJe-cy'd moon 
 Hold converfe with the Dead, 
 
 Where Melancholy fits to figb, 
 And count her forrows o'er— 
 
 To liften to the fcreech-ovvl's cry— 
 The rough gale's folemn roar. 
 
 And, lo ! the faireft flow'rs of Ipring 
 
 She in her bofom bears, 
 Upon her Lover's grave to fling. 
 
 And dews it with her tears. 
 
 O'er the cold fod with many a moan 
 She wails her hopelefs doom, 
 
 And feems to hear a hollow groan 
 Sad-foundino; from the tomb. 
 
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 " Is that my loft Love's voice ?" flie fighs. 
 
 And drops again her head : 
 " It is my loft Love's voice," flie cries, 
 
 " That calls me to the Dead."
 
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 Thus oft in penfive mufing mood 
 
 I folltary roam. 
 On former woes too fondly brood. 
 
 Nor hope for joys to come. 
 
 For once I woo'd a lovely Maid, 
 
 The gentleft of her kind ; 
 O'er her fair frame the Graces play'd, 
 
 And Virtue form'd her mind. 
 
 She feem'd to liften to my vow. 
 
 And bid me not defpair; 
 The buds of Hope began to blow. 
 
 And Pleafure fmil'd at Care. 
 
 But ah ! to fell dlfeafe a prey. 
 
 She funk in beauty's bloom. 
 And Hope's fair bloflbms dropp'd away. 
 
 And died upon her tomb ! 
 
 Long loft ! yet ftill th' ideas rife 
 Of what was then mofl: dear. 
 
 And heave my throbbing breafl with fio-hs, 
 And flart a fudden tear. 
 
 I had a Friend, by Heav'n inclin'd 
 
 To aft its darling part, 
 The gen'rous foul, the candid mind, 
 
 The fympathizing heart. 
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 [ U6 3 
 
 With pity would his bofom move 
 
 To fee my for rows flow, 
 And oft with words and looks of iove 
 
 He foftly footh'd my woe. 
 
 But, ah ! that foothing voice is gone ; 
 
 The feeling Friend's no more ! 
 I figh, like fome poor wretch alone, 
 
 Left on a defart fhore, 
 
 Who round for comfort turns his eyes, 
 
 But turns his eyes in vain. 
 Here a wide wafte of horror lies, 
 
 And there the boundlefs main. 
 
 In him my hopes had bloom'd anew ; 
 
 But fince that fatal hour, 
 No melting eyes with Pity's dew 
 
 Revive the fading flow'r. 
 
 Remembrance ftill embitters thought. 
 And thought increafes woe; 
 
 O Peace ! fo long, fb vahily fought ! 
 Where (hall I find thee now ? 
 
 Come, Refignation, from the fky, 
 With chearful Faith defcend ! 
 
 'Tis her's to raife the downcaft eye, 
 And thou art Sorrow's friend.
 
 [ 117 ] 
 
 Set me from tyrant pafTions free, 
 
 And o'er my bofom reign ; 
 O come ! and Peace will come with Thee, 
 
 For She is of thy train.
 
 [ 118 ] 
 
 EPISTLE TO A YOUNG LADY, 
 
 While Arabella, proud of beauty's pow'r, 
 To fix a pin deliberates an hour ; 
 Then fpends another in a grave debate, 
 To place a patch on this fide or on that ; 
 Conlults her faithful glafs with anxious care, 
 And bends, adoring the dear Idol there; 
 Each feature forms, eachpleafing air infpires, 
 And kindles in her eyes diviner fires ; 
 Then haftes thofe charms in public to difplay, 
 The gayeft in the circle of the gay : 
 Far nobler cares my Sylvia's hours employ, 
 Reafon's calm thought, and Virtue's facredjoy. 
 
 Sec! of thy Sex light Folly leads along 
 A giddy, trifling, flaunting, flutt'ring throng, 
 Gay pupils of her fchool, and early taught 
 The precious art to murder time and thought; 
 From Reafon's voice who turn averfe their ear, 
 Becaufe he's neither Fop, nor Flatterer. 
 
 Camelion-minds ! no colour of their own. 
 They take their tinfture from the mode alone. 
 O Fafliion ! Proteus of a thoufand fliapes ! 
 Thou dextrous mimic of ten thoufand apes ! 
 Great Deity of Fools ! to thee fubmit 
 The pow'r of Reafon, and the pride of Wit !
 
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 Tade, Honour, Beauty are what you decree. 
 And bafliful Virtue yields her blufh to thee. 
 When at her toilet's talk Belinda bends. 
 Thy influence hov'ring o'er her head attends, 
 Prefides, infpires, and forms with hand unfeen 
 The drefs without it, and the brain within, 
 Varies her knots, and her opinions too, 
 Difcards the old, and gives each day a new. 
 
 When Eve, firft gazing on her wat'ry glafs. 
 Beheld her beauteous form's reflefted grace. 
 Hung with fond pleafure o'er the mimic there, 
 And by that pleafure found that fhe was fair. 
 Strait were her locks in artful order plac'd. 
 With rofes deck'd, with amaranths inlac'd. 
 Her trefTes taught to fall with graceful cafe, 
 Flow down the milky neck, or float upon the breeze. 
 Thus pride of Beauty feiz'd the Female thought. 
 And foon for foreign aid Invention fought ; 
 As Nature's handmaid Art at firfl was hir'd. 
 But to be Millrefs foon the Maid afpir'd ; 
 Of fweet Simplicity (he fcorn'd the praife. 
 And tortur'd ev'ry mode ten thoufand ways. 
 External beauties then engrofs their care. 
 Each borrow'd elegance, each ftudied air, 
 Negle6led flill thofe beauties more refin'd, 
 The charms of. Virtue, and the grace of mind. 
 
 Too ralh each feemingdilTonance we blame, 
 By Nature raix'd in either Sex's frame : 
 As from the elemental conflict fj^rings 
 The fweet harmonious unifon of things.
 
 [ 120 ] 
 
 So from the whole, thefe various parts compofc 
 
 All fecial blifs— all focial order flows. 
 
 E'en contrarieties make mufic here. 
 
 As well-mix'd difcords pleafe a mafter-ear. 
 
 Yes, Heav'n adorn'd the Sex divinely fair, 
 And blefs'd the work, and ftamp'd his imao-e there: 
 But Woman's wifdom thought the drefs too plain. 
 Bid Vanity new-model it again, 
 Torture their fhape, diflort their Maker's face, 
 Paint, out of colour; polifli, out of grace. 
 Or daub the native features of the Mind, 
 And fpoil the Moral form, that Heav'n defisn'd. 
 
 One common fate attends the Great and Fair — 
 Expos'd to Flattery's too pleafuig fnare, 
 While in their ear fhc trills her foothing ftrain, 
 Truth, that plain counfellor, may preach in vain; 
 She taints the tender mind, untutor'd yet, 
 And forms alike the Tyrant, and Coquette ; 
 Like conquerors they range with killing eyes, 
 And value more the triumph than the prize. 
 Yet tho' Lifette in quefl: of glory ftrays 
 To vifits, auaions, balls, affemblies, plays, 
 In vain abroad for fame the Fair would roam, 
 For ftill the Female Hero's found at home ; 
 Unlike thofe fiow'rs, which op'ning to the fun, 
 Spread their proud glories to the glare of noon, 
 Her modeft beauties fhun the day's full blaze, 
 And blufhing fhrink from Admiration's gaze. 
 
 Firft, Education warps the rifino- Mind, 
 Their knowledge all to drefs and cards confin'd;
 
 [ 121 ] 
 
 To think^s a tedious fclence, feldom taught, 
 But Fafhion fills the vacant cells of thought, 
 And furnifhes her toyfhop of the brain 
 With all that's frivolous, with all that's vain. 
 Mere children, ftill in novelty they joy. 
 In each new Lover, as in each new toy; 
 Their varied life is all an infant's play, 
 They prattle, laugh, and trifle it away ; 
 A very trifle 'tis, in truth, at beft, 
 By turns, a ferious trifle, or a jeft. 
 
 But fee, my Mufe ! to thy delighted view 
 In fair diftinftion fhine a glorious Few, 
 Who iti the mind's and body's graces fhow 
 Whate'er of Eden vet remains below ; 
 True Female dignity, exempt from pride, 
 And all the Virtues with the Loves allied; 
 Of manners polifli'd, and of heart Ilncere ; 
 Nor wildly gay, nor prudifhly fevere ; 
 Who, frank with modefty, referv'd with eafe, 
 Win without art, and undeiigning pleafe, 
 Averfe to fpread the fcandals of the town. 
 Or blaft: another's fame to raife their own ; 
 And tho' their eyes for no light caufe o'erfloAv, 
 Yet ne'er afham'd to give a tear to woe. 
 Whofe lips infpir'd with native eloquence 
 Add grace to fcience, energy to fenfe ; 
 Whofe fweet good-humour brightens ev'ry gloom, 
 And Charity ftill breathes to Heav'n perfume. 
 
 Thefe, when the rays of Beauty blaze no more, 
 Will rule us ftill by Virtue's gentler pow'r, 
 
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 With fweet attra61iou ftill our hearts ensasfe. 
 And flourifh ever amiable in age. 
 
 While glares the Sun at his meridian height, 
 Dazzled we turn away our wearied fight ; 
 More pleas'd his milder ev'ning we behold 
 Array'd in purple clouds, and thron'd in ikies of gold. 
 
 Ye glitt'ring infeft tribes! Ye vain, and gay ! 
 That in the fummer beam of Folly play ; 
 When all the tranfient flow'rs of beauty die. 
 When faint the glories of the liar-bright eye. 
 When flies with youth the foul-enchanting pow'r, 
 That bade the coxcomb gaze, the beaux adore. 
 That gave to frowning, grace ; to nonfenfe, eafe ; 
 And made caprice, and flights, and folly pleafe ; 
 Say, what of all your blifs remains to cheer 
 The wint'ry gloom of life's declining year ; 
 Supply it's vanifh'd pleafures, charm its woes, 
 And lull the throbbing bofom to repofe ? 
 What, but vour former triumphs to review. 
 Dream o'er old pleafures, and defpair of new. 
 Throw envy's fhade o'er ev'ry rifing ray. 
 That gilds the ball, and (hames your fetting day ; 
 And, while your mirrors fpeak the faded grace, 
 Fret o'er the ruins of your former face ; 
 Your joy, poor remnant of the brilliant paft! 
 Reduc'd to fcandal and to cards at laft. 
 
 But thou, my Friend ! fi:ill live by Reafon's rules, 
 And fcorn alike the praife and blame of Fools ; 
 To deck the mind be thy peculiar care ; 
 Juvite and cherifh ev'ry Virtue there ;
 
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 There let Religion fix her facred fhrine, 
 And o'er thy bofom beam a ray divine : 
 She'll give thee more than Splendor can beftow 
 On her gay Haves, and pretty fools below ; 
 The vivid flame, that warms the gen'rous breaft, 
 And heav'n-born Charitv, in bleffing; bleft ; 
 Refin'd defires, and dignity of foul; 
 Courage, no mortal terrors can controul; 
 Peace, 'mid the tempefl howling round ferene. 
 Firm as a rock above the raging main ; 
 And confcious Joy, that fcans with plealing care 
 His own unruffled breail, and finds Elyfium there. 
 While thoughtlefs triflers ridicule thy tafte, 
 While the belles wonder, and the witlings jeft. 
 Still fhall thy foul in real beauty rife. 
 In real blifs, and brighten for the Ikies. 
 
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 TO A YOUXG LADY, JriTII MILTON'^ 
 PARADISE LOST. 
 
 In thefe ench'anting lines, (which Raphael taught. 
 And to the Bard in nightly vifion brought,) 
 Youns Nature's rilins; charms in bloom we view, 
 How Beauty triumph'd, when the World was new : 
 In Eden all her varying graces meet. 
 Irregularly fair, and wildly fweet ; 
 Ere yet the ferpent fram'd his wily fnare. 
 Or woman liften'd to a flatterer. 
 Ah ! then a poifon blafted all its pride. 
 Its verdure wither'd, and its graces died ; 
 Then Nature's throbbing bofom heav'd with fighs ; 
 A o-loom of forrow darken'd all the ikies ; 
 Then tears firft ftain'd the Guardian Angel's eye. 
 And paus'd on Gabriel's lyre the heav'nly harmony. 
 Such is the Spring of Life's revolving year : 
 
 A cloudlefs azure robes the radiant fphere ; 
 
 In golden light, to Fancy's raptur'd eyes. 
 
 Bright images of blifs and beauty rife ; 
 
 Ethereal fragrance breathes o'er all the ground. 
 
 And Hope expands her bloflbms blufhing round ; 
 
 With Love and Folly laugh the young-ey'd Hours, 
 
 And Pleafurc lulls us in her flow'ry bow'rs. 
 
 Then, like fome gentle Raphael from the fky. 
 
 Mild Reafon points the fecret danger nigh ;
 
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 But, ah ! that Guardian Angel warns in vain j 
 We hear the tedious leflbn with difdain ; 
 Inflam'd by paflion, or befool'd by pride, 
 Some cunning Tempter leads our fteps afide ; 
 Some Vice, with outfide glorious to behold. 
 With beauty's face, and creft of burnifh'd gold : 
 To groves fhe guides, where airs ambrofial blow ; 
 Where ftreams of nedar wind in gentle flow. 
 And fruits Hefperian glitter on the bough. 
 The fhining bait we view with curious eye, 
 And longing hafte forbidden blifs to try ; 
 Our wifh unfated leaps o'er ev'ry bound ; 
 'Tis all delight — 'tis all Elyiium round : 
 But fudden black defcending ftorms invade. 
 Shake down the fruit, and fcatter all the fliade ; 
 Or, while we llrive our pleafures to renew, 
 The blifsful gardens vanifh from the view ; 
 Where fhone the obje6t of our fierce defires, 
 Avenging Angels glare, and waving fires ; 
 And, woful wand' ring o'er the howling wafte, 
 We fear the future, and lament the paft. 
 
 Ye thoughtlefs Fair ones ! guard your ears and eyes ; 
 Let Eve's fad error make her daughters wife. 
 Vice has a thoufand forms, a thoufand arts 
 To charm your fight, and fafcinate your hearts ; 
 Pleafure's gay fmile, and Fancy's Syren fong, 
 And Pride's embroider'd robe, and Flatt'ry's tongue. 
 When Adulation's warbling voice ye hear, 
 O fly ! and think the Serpent is too near. 
 
 That fatal fruit ! how much our Race it cofl ! 
 Love, peace, and joy, with innocence were lofl ; 
 
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 Then heav'n-born Piety, diflionour'd here, 
 Spread her white wing, and fought her native fpherc. 
 Yet from her Ikies the Seraph oft defcends 
 Propitious to a few, but chofen Friends, 
 And tho' fhe haunts no more her Eden's bow'rs, 
 Fall'n all its honours, faded all its flow'rs, 
 To that foft breaft ftill loves fhe to repair, 
 And fiijds another nobler Eden there.
 
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 SONNETS. 
 
 TO A YOUNG LADY. 
 
 Fair Maid! whofe radiant eyes, and manners mild. 
 
 Here gild the glooms, and make the woods rejoice, 
 
 In you, Religion haunts the lonely wild, 
 And in the defert lifts again her voice. 
 
 In you her awe-commanding charms array'd 
 
 With fofter airs, and winning grace we view : 
 
 Her heav'nly road more chearfully we tread. 
 Our fair Angelic guide, and Genius, You. 
 
 Thus, call'd from fervitude the Chofen Seed, 
 
 O'er barren hills, and rocks, and defert ground, 
 
 With many a tedious weary wand' ring led. 
 
 In the wide wafte a flaming Angel found, 
 
 Who flill before their legions took his fland. 
 
 To point their footfleps to the promis'd land. 
 
 THE COQUETTE. 
 
 While in Zelinda's form and angel air 
 
 The charms of blooming Eden rife to view. 
 
 Know, thoughtlefs Youth ! that Paradife fo fair 
 Conceals a fly deceiving ferpent too.
 
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 What tho' her eyes, too fmall to hurt a heart. 
 Too artlefs feem, too innocent to kill. 
 
 They wound like Cupid's fmall, yet deadly dart. 
 Soft as the plume, but piercing as the fteel. 
 
 Tho' virgin coynefs blufhes o'er her face, 
 Tho' feeming Nature flows in ev'ry grace, 
 
 And her mild looks ethereal funlhine fhow, 
 She's like the furface of a fhallow fea. 
 Where heav'n's reflefted beams ferenely play. 
 
 Yet lie the rocks and lurking Fate below. 
 
 FIRST BEAUTY. 
 
 Light as the breeze, and frolic as the May, 
 My carelefs Mufe her idle ditties funo- : 
 
 To mortal beauty trill'd her airy lay. 
 
 Round Folly's fhrine her flow'ry garland huno- ; 
 
 'Till Grace, kind Cherub, lighting from the fphere, 
 To the Firft Beauty rais'd my fervid mind, 
 
 Stamp'd the bright image of his glory there. 
 Parent of hallow'd fires, and joys refin'd. 
 
 Still, Sov'reign Fair ! th' idea deep impjeft, 
 Chears my lone mufmgs, elevates my breaft. 
 
 Rules o'er my numbers, and my rapture warms ; 
 There let the facred paflion ever glow. 
 Sweet as thy li\'ing ftreams of pleafure flow. 
 
 Bright as thy beams, immortal as thy charms !
 
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 FAITH. 
 
 Life's ceafelefs labours, and illufive joys, 
 
 It's ftorins and vvu>'es, Vv'hat brazen bieaft could bear, 
 Did not tbe Cherub Faith's revi\ ing voice 
 
 Sound it's Iweet mufic in Affliction's ear ? 
 
 See fhe waves high upon her heav'nly fliore 
 
 Her flaming brand, that guides me to be blefl ! 
 
 Ye foaming billows roll — ve tempefts roar ! 
 Your ra2;e but drives me fooner to mv reft. 
 
 The Seaman thus, long toft by ftormy feas. 
 Worn out with toil, and finking with difeafe, 
 
 With looks of rapture eyes the black'ning land. 
 Forgets the paft, and fmiles at prefent pain, 
 Feels a new vigour thrill through ev'rv vein. 
 
 And leaps exidting on the welcome ftrand. 
 
 FANCY. 
 
 O Fancy! Goddefs of the magic wand! 
 
 Which as thou wav'ft a thoufand beauties rLic : 
 Where'er we tread, 'tis all a fairy land. 
 
 Gay vales, and verdant groves, and golden Ikies. 
 
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 While pleas'd we fee the fair illufions play, 
 
 Like fome light vifion fades the fleeting fceae 
 
 The fmiling joys diffolve iti tears away, 
 
 Like glitt'ring vapours melting down to rain. 
 
 Ah Friend ! how vain the chafe of blifs below ! 
 Our jjleafures are too near allied to woe. 
 
 In fearch fatigue us — in poiTeflion cloy. 
 Curb then the roving wifh, the fond defire, 
 Which prey upon the foul like fecret fire ; 
 
 Content thy wealth — and virtue be thy joy. 
 
 HOPE. 
 
 Ah Hope ! thou lovely, fmiling, faithlefs Fair ! 
 By doating Fancy cloth'd in vivid dyes, 
 In all the radiance of Elyfian ikies ; 
 
 Parent of vain defire, and vainer care ! 
 
 See at thy (hrine enamour'd crouds adore ! 
 
 With lurking art you flatter and deceive ; 
 
 While they, tho' fliU deluded, ftill believe ; 
 Too well I know thee now, to trufi: thee more. 
 
 My Friend ! engage r.ot in her fairy race : 
 Scorn not the bleffings in thy pow'r, to chace 
 
 Her airy forms of blifs, that fafter fly. 
 Bound thy wild wifhes, if thou would'fl: be bleft : 
 Improve the prefent, leave to Heav'n the reft. 
 
 The Fool for ever hopes— the Wife enjoy.
 
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 A WISH. 
 
 Akgels! that roll the circling orbs on high, 
 And guide the years and feafons down the Iky, 
 O hear my fond requefl, propitious pow'rs ! 
 For Rofalind feled your foftefl hours ; 
 
 From fuch, as fhed delight on Friendfhip's breaft ; 
 From fuch, as make the virtuous Lover bleft ; 
 From fuch, as o'er Elyfian regions roll, 
 And fill with holy joys the Seraph's foul. 
 
 May fair profperity's unclouded ray 
 
 For ever fhine — and fanning Zephyrs play 
 
 To make her life one fmiling vernal day. 
 In griefs of others only let her grieve, 
 And then, to heal that pain, indulgent give 
 
 The blifs, which moft fhe values — to relieve. 
 
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 TO A FRIEND. 
 
 Too fond the world's applaufe to gain. 
 Say will the purchafe quit the coft ? 
 
 What you with endlefs toil obtain, 
 May in a moment all be lofl:. 
 
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 Fame oft is like a vernal flower, 
 
 Which Iheds awhile a fweet perfume ; 
 But Time may fhakc it from its bower, 
 
 Or Envy blaft the blufliine; bloom. 
 
 "O 
 
 But, Friend ! the glory that proceeds 
 From noble aims, from generous deeds, 
 Will ever flourifli frelh and fair 
 
 In the bright gardens of the (kv ; 
 Old Time can never enter there. 
 
 And Envy cannot foar fo high. 
 
 GOLD. 
 
 Almighty Gold ! whofe magic charms dlfpenfe 
 
 Worth to the worthlefs, to the gracelefs grace, 
 
 To cowards valour, and to blockheads fenfe, 
 And to the withcr'd Maid a Hebe's face. 
 
 Poor Love exil'd, thou fit'ft on Hymen's throne ; 
 
 Thou rurft the court, the fenate, and the bar ; 
 And tho' the church thy Deity difown. 
 
 Some whifper thou haft prieft ar,d altar there. 
 
 All hnman charities, all laws divine 
 Deluded mortals offer at thy flirine ; 
 
 O thou fupreme, like Fate, to kill, or fave ! 
 To thy vaft empire what is wanting more ? 
 " Nought," fighs Avaro, " had it but the pow'r 
 
 «' To filence confciencc, and to bribe the grave."
 
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 TO THE NIGHTINGALE. 
 
 Melodious Philomela! pleas'd I hear 
 
 In the lone woods thy love-refounding lay. 
 
 Where the world's din, like thunder from afar, 
 Juft mutters in the wind, and dies away. 
 
 Known to a few lov*d Friends thefe fhades among, 
 Clofe treafur'd from the noify crowd, like thee, 
 
 I'd chaunt the rural, or the moral fbng. 
 
 In native wood-notes warblino; wild and free. 
 
 Heav'n never form'd me for the world's affairs, 
 Too much a foe to all its ftrifes and cares. 
 Content with little in obfcure repofe. 
 
 To Life's high ftorm-vext top let others rife ; 
 
 Low in the vale my lot more fafely lies. 
 
 Nor heeds which way the raging tempefl: blows. 
 
 PEACE. 
 
 O Peace, of fmiling lip, and look ferene ! 
 
 Whofe gentle voice the breaft of trouble charms, 
 With all my foul I court thee — but in vain — 
 
 While envious Care flill frowns thee from my arms.
 
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 Ah ! I had hope thy lovely form to view. 
 
 Where on yon arbour breathes the blooming rofc 
 
 But ftill the buzzing fwarms of Care purfuc. 
 Nor fuffer me to tafte thy wilh'd repofe. 
 
 Thus the tir'd Seaman on the fwclling feas 
 In diftant profpedl hails the rifnig land : 
 
 Now opens on his eye the port of peace ; 
 
 His fond ideas tread the blifsful ilrand ; 
 
 But ftill the howling ftorm and ragiiiff main 
 
 To fea drive back his lliatter'd bark asain. 
 
 AN IMITATION OF PETRARCIFS SONNET 3l4r. 
 
 lo vo piangendo i mei paflati tempi. Sec. 
 
 Pensive I now the trifled years deplore, 
 
 When mortal charms engrols'd my vain defires, 
 
 Still grov'ling on the ground, tho' born to foar, 
 And with ftrong pinion reach the flarry fires* 
 
 O Heav'n's Eternal King ! propitious ftill 
 
 My griefs regard with pity's tender eye ; 
 Succour a feeble mind, a wand'ring will, 
 
 And what my virtue wants, let grace fupply ! 
 
 Grant, that with ftorms and billows long diftrefl". 
 In port at length my weary foul may reft ; 
 
 Tho' vain my hfe, O fandify its end! 
 For what remains my guide and guardian be, 
 Living I'd live, and dying die to Thee — 
 
 Thee, my fole refuge— Thee, my laft bcH: Friend!
 
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 THE HUNDRED AND THIRTY.SECOND PSALM 
 
 TRANSLATED. 
 
 While by the ftreams that windino- flow 
 
 Where Babel's haughty towers arile. 
 We lilent fate in folemn woe, 
 
 For thee, O Zion ! heav'd our fighs. 
 For thee flole down the frequent tear. 
 To memory for ever dear ! 
 
 W^hile waving on the willow -bouo-h 
 
 Our unregarded harps were huno-, 
 *' Hence forrow!" cried th' infultine foe. 
 
 " And chaunt the cheerful feflal fon^ : 
 *' Such fongs as, in her happier days, 
 " On Zion's hill refounded praife." 
 
 Doom'd to the yoke and galling chain, 
 
 Our antient fame and freedom lofl-, 
 Ah ! can we chaunt a cheerful ftrain, 
 
 W^hile fallen Zion droops in duft ? 
 Or to unhallow'd ears proclaim 
 Our God, Jehovah's awful name ? 
 
 Lov'd Zion ! fhould a foreign land 
 
 E'er blot thine image from my heart. 
 Mute be my tongue, unnerv'd my hand, 
 
 And quite forgot my tuneful art ! 
 For Thee my lays fliall ever flow 
 In melting founds that waken m oe !
 
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 Thy vengeance, Lord ! let Edom feel ! 
 
 Who pitilels beheld her hill, 
 Edg'd with new rage the hoftile fteel, 
 
 And triumj^hM o'er her broken wall. 
 " Spread, fpread," he cried, " her ruins round, 
 " And rafe her glory to the ground." 
 
 Proud Babel! tremble at thy doom ! 
 
 I fee, 1 fee thy dreadful day ! 
 Soon fhall the fierce avenger come. 
 
 Who fliall our mighty wrongs repay. 
 And, harden'd to the mother's moans, 
 Dalh her dear infant on the ftones.
 
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 HYMNS. 
 
 DIVINE LOVE. 
 
 IMy God," thy bouncUefs love I praife ; 
 How bright on high its glories blaze ! 
 
 How fweetly bloom below ! 
 It ftreams from thine eternal throne ; 
 Thro' heav'n its joys for ever run, 
 
 And o'er the earth they flow. 
 
 'Tis love that paints the purple morn, 
 And bids the clouds in air upborn 
 
 Their genial drops diflil ; 
 In ev'ry vernal beam it glows, 
 And breathes in ev'ry gale that blows,. 
 
 And glides in ev'ry rill. 
 
 It robes in cheerful green the ground. 
 And pours its flow'ry beauties round, 
 
 Whofe fweets perfume the gale; 
 Its bounties richly fpread the plain. 
 The blulhing fruit, the golden grain. 
 
 And fmile on ev'ry vale. 
 
 But in thy gofpel fee it fliine 
 
 With grace and glories more divine, 
 
 Proclaiming (ins forgiv'n ; 
 There Faith, bright cherub, points the way 
 To realms of everlafling day. 
 
 And opens all her heav'n. 
 
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 Then let the love that makes me blefl, 
 With cheerful praife infpire my breafl, 
 
 And ardent gratitude ; 
 And all my thoughts and paffions tend 
 To thee, my father and my friend, 
 
 My foul's eternal good. 
 
 Dart from thine own celeftial flame 
 One vivid beam to warm my frame 
 
 With kindred energy ; 
 Mark thine own image on my mind ; 
 And teach me to be good and kind. 
 
 And love and blefs like thee. 
 
 WISDOM AND VIRTUE SOUGHT FROM GOD, 
 
 Supreme and univerfal lisfht ! 
 Fountain of Rcafon ! Judge of right ! 
 Parent of good ! whofe bleffuigs flow 
 On all above and all below ; 
 
 Without whofe kind, direfting ray. 
 In everlafling night we ftray, 
 From paffion flill to paffion toft. 
 And in a maze of error loft ; 
 
 Affift me, Lord, to aft, to be. 
 What nature and thy laws decree ; 
 Worthy that intelledual flame 
 Which from thy breathing fpirit came.
 
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 My mortal freedom to maintain. 
 Bid pafTion ferve, and reafon reign, 
 Self-pois'd, and independent ft ill 
 On this world's varying good or ill. 
 
 No {lave to profit, fhame, or fear, 
 O may my ftedfaft bofom bear 
 The ftamp of heav'n, an houeft heart. 
 Above the mean difguife of art ! 
 
 May my expanded foul, difclaim 
 The narrow view, the felfifh aim; 
 But with a chriftian zeal embrace 
 Whate'er is friendly to my race. 
 
 O Father! grace and virtue grant; 
 No more I wifh, no more I want : 
 To know, to ferve thee, and to love, 
 Is peace below, is blifs above. 
 
 THE UNRIVALLED BEAUTY AND GLORY OF 
 
 RELIGION. 
 
 Soft are the fruitful fhow'rs that brinsr 
 The welcome promife of the fpring. 
 
 And foft the vernal gale ; 
 Sweet the wild warblings of the grove, 
 The voice of nature and of love, 
 
 That gladden ey'ry vale. 
 
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 But fofter in the mourner's ear 
 Sounds the mild voice of mercy near. 
 
 That whifpcrs fins fofgiv'n ; 
 And fweeter far the mufic f\\ ells, 
 When to the raptur'd foul flic tells 
 
 Of peace and promis'd hcav'n. 
 
 Fair are the flovv'rs that deck the groiind ; 
 And groves and gardens blooming round 
 
 Unnumber'd charms unfold; 
 Bright is tlie fun's meridian ray, 
 And bright the beams of fetting day. 
 
 That robe the clouds in gold. 
 
 But far more fair the pious breafl;, 
 In richer robes of goodnefs drell. 
 
 Where heav'n's own graces Ihine ; 
 And brighter far the profpedls rife 
 That burfl: on Faith's delighted eyes 
 
 From glories all divme. 
 
 All earthly charms, however dear, 
 Howe'er they pleafe the eye or ear. 
 
 Will quickly fade and fly ; 
 Of earthly glory faint the blaze, 
 And foon the tranfitory rays 
 
 In endlefs darknefs die. 
 
 The nobler beauties of the juft 
 Shall never moulder in the duft, 
 
 Or know a fa<l decay; 
 Their honours time and death defy. 
 And round the throne of heav'n en hieh 
 
 Beam everlafting day.
 
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 THE DAY OF JUDGMENT. 
 
 Hear, O ye dead, awake, arife, 
 The foundaig clarion fhakes the ikies ; 
 
 The awful Judge is near ! 
 Angelic euards attend him down. 
 And flaming round his fiery throne. 
 
 A thoufand terrors glare. 
 
 Pale Guilt looks upward with amaze,. 
 She trembles while the terrors blaze, 
 
 And Confcience tells her doom ; 
 Struck with unutterable dread. 
 She hides again her frighted head,, 
 
 And fhrinks within the tomb. 
 
 The proud and mighty mourning lie,. 
 Or to the rocks and mountains fly, 
 
 To fhun the burning ray ; 
 Bold hearts, that never felt a fear, 
 Now ftart at flaming vengeance near,. 
 
 And melt like wax away.. 
 
 In vain they fly, they wail in vain,. 
 His thunders drive the wretched train 
 
 Where Teas of fulphur roll: 
 In everlafting darknefs there 
 Dwell Sorrow, Pain, and mad Defpair, 
 
 And horrors rend the foul.
 
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 But ye his happy Sahits rejoice 
 
 No terrors hath the Monarch's voice, 
 
 His looks no frowns for you ; 
 He comes, your Spirits to convey 
 To regions of eternal Day, 
 
 To joys for ever new. 
 
 Bleft of my Father, hafte, He cries, 
 In fliining triumph mount the Ikies, 
 
 To nobler worlds above ; 
 There fhall ye fliare my blifsful fight, 
 And tafte the fulnefs of delight, 
 
 In mv eternal Love. 
 
 THE VANITY OF HUMAN LIFE. 
 
 Our Life is but an idle play, 
 
 And various as the wind, 
 We laugh and fport our hours away. 
 
 Nor think of woes behind. 
 
 See the fair cheek of beauty fades, 
 
 Frail glory of an hour, 
 And blooming youth with fickening head 
 
 Droop like the dying flower. 
 
 Our pleafures, like the morning fun, 
 DifFufc a flattering light, 
 
 But gloomy clouds obfcure their noon, 
 And foon they fink in night.
 
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 Wealth, pomp, and honour, we behold 
 
 With an admiring eye, 
 Like fnmmer infe6ts, dreft in gold^ 
 
 That flutter, fhine, and die. 
 
 One little moment can deftroy 
 Our vaft laborious fchemes. 
 
 And all our heaps of folid joy 
 Are fweet deceitful dreams. 
 
 Then rife my Soul and foar away. 
 Above the thoughtlefs crowd. 
 
 Above the pleafures of the gay, 
 And fplendors of the proud. 
 
 Up where eternal beauties bloom 
 
 And pleafures all divine, 
 Where wealth that never can confume. 
 
 And endlefs glories fhine.
 
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 PRIVATE LIFE, 
 
 A MORAL RHAPSODY*. 
 
 Blest groves ! bleft manfion ! tho' your humble gate 
 No Doric columas crowd with idle ftate, 
 No buftos, flatues, temi)lcs, arcs furprife, 
 Nor gilded roofs fatigue the gazer's eyes -, 
 Here Nature reigns, with modeft grace array'd, 
 By Art, her fubjetl, ferv'd and not betray'd : 
 Here all the mild domeftic Joys refide, 
 And rural Elegance unfpoil'd by Pride, 
 UnfuUied Honour, Peace with eye ferene, 
 Friendship's warm glow, and Candour's open mien ; 
 Benevolence ftands fmiling at the door. 
 The friend to welcome, and to feed the poor. 
 
 Imperial piles and glitt'ring domes, that rife. 
 And back refled their glories to the Ikies, 
 Vain Grandeur's tinfell'd train, the sforsieous glare 
 Of crowns and thrones and banners wav'd in air. 
 May give the dazzled eye a fliort delight, 
 But tire at length the fatiated fight. 
 Which views with unabated pleafure flill 
 The flow'r-enamell'd mead and rambling rill, 
 
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 The floping vale, which rocky mountains bound, 
 And verdant hills with waving woods embrown'd, 
 The ftraw-built cottage fmoaking in the grove. 
 And grazing herds that o'er the champain rove, 
 Rich harvefts glowing o'er the golden fields. 
 And all the fimple charms that Nature yields. 
 
 Hail grafs-crown'd Genius of the fylvan fcene, 
 Shrin'd in thy homely bow'r of flow'ring green ! 
 Hail Sire of Sages, Heroes, Bards of old. 
 Who in thy woods (while bafer asras roU'd) 
 Preferv'd the bright Saturnian age of gold ! 
 Methinks I fee in folemn order ftand 
 Didtators, Confuls, Kings, an awful band ! 
 Whofe virtues, nurs'd beneath the lowly fhed. 
 By thee to mighty feats of fame were bred ; 
 To fpeak, to dare in Freedom's facred caufe— 
 To form the rifinsr ftate — to didate laws 
 To wild ambition, and profufe of blood 
 Pour in their country's right the gen'rous flood. 
 Hence Numa humaniz'd ferocious hearts, 
 And footh'd a favage brood to peaceful arts ; 
 Hence honeft Curixjs tamed a Tyrant's pride, 
 And hence Fabricius lived and Decius died. 
 What tho' no longer in thy rural fchool 
 Statefmen and Heroes learn to fight or rule ; 
 Still to thy folitary fhades belong 
 The Sage's wifdom and the Poet's fonfr. 
 
 O bleft the Man, whom meditation leads 
 To thefe fequefter'd groves and filent meads ! 
 
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 Here while he bends at Wjfdom's fylvan Ihrine, 
 In folemn mulings rapt, with drops divine 
 From her etherial well, (he clears away 
 The mifts that cloud his intelledual ray, 
 'Till Truth, fair-dawning with increafing light, 
 Pours her full glories on the gladden'd fight. 
 
 Touch'd by her energy, his curious mind 
 Wanders thro' fields of fcience unconfin'd ; 
 Now boldly foars among the ftars to flray. 
 While Newton's mighty genius points the way: 
 Thro' Nature's dread immenfc he darts his eyes. 
 And fees unnumber'd wonders round him rife ; 
 What well-proportion'd pow'rs the planets roll ; 
 How various parts compofe one beauteous whole ; 
 While in her centre thron'd, blefl Harmony 
 Tunes her immortal firings and charms them to agree. 
 
 The Sun himfelf, intolerably bright. 
 Dims the weak eye with mere excefs of light ; 
 While in his Siller's fofter looks exprefl: 
 His image we admire in gentler glories dreft. 
 Thus tho' no mortal eye the GOD furvey, 
 Veil'd in the blaze of his efTential day, 
 Diffus'd o'er nature's various form we find 
 The fair refleftion of her Maker's mind, 
 And in his works the Parent Beauty trace, 
 Majeflic grandeur with enchanting grace. 
 
 While rapt he views the vafl fublime defign. 
 On his own mind he marks the plan divine ;
 
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 He fain would imitate the Sov'reign Fair 
 And emulate th' eternal order there, 
 Bids reafon take her fceptre and her fway. 
 And bend each rebel paflion to obey ; 
 Bids all his pow'rs within their orbits roll, 
 And form the harmonious mufic of the foul, 
 Where fweetly blended meet in mode and time 
 The jaft, the good, the graceful and fublime : 
 Enthufiaftic heaves his ardent breaft. 
 And fhares and taftes the pleafures of the bleft. 
 
 For not the Bard, who on the ecftatic lyre. 
 While his warm fancy flames etherial fire, 
 Warbles the foft or founds the lofty lay. 
 And lifts or fwells or melts the foul away ; 
 Not the gay tints, that arch the fhow'ry bow, 
 Blaze in the gem — or in the flow'ret glow, 
 Or tinge Aurora's dewy cheek with red. 
 Or dye the blulhes of the bridal Maid, 
 Or nobly rang'd by Raphael's hand divine 
 Give form and fpirit to fome bold defign. 
 Bid each impaffion'd figure breathe and move, 
 Or frown in rage of languifh into love ; 
 Not mother Nature, nor her daughter Art, 
 Such joys to fancy, or to fenfe impart. 
 As to the Soul's quick eye and ear refin'd 
 The nobler grace and mvific of the mind. 
 
 Thus half-infpir'd his warm ideas rife, 
 Soar o'er the azure vault and gain the Ikies ; 
 
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 Faith opens to his view her reah-ns on high, 
 And Heav'n's own fplendors burft upon his eye : 
 Thence like a Seraph, feated on his fphere. 
 He marks the courfe of human motions here. 
 Treats with a juft difdain the toys of ftate. 
 And looks with pity on the proud and great ; 
 He feels, like Amnion's ion, his mighty mind 
 Within this globe's too narrow verge confin'd. 
 For other worlds with nobler ardour fighs. 
 For realms and thrones eternal in the {kles» 
 
 Such is the path that Saints and Sages trod, 
 
 The path to realbn and die path to GOD. 
 
 O give me thus the rural fcenes to rove, 
 
 And vifit Nature in her native orrove ! 
 
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 May thus in eaiy flow my minutes glide ;. 
 
 No ftormy paffion tofs the tranquil tide ;. 
 
 No vain ambition fwell my lowly breafl-,. 
 
 Content with Virtue humbly to be blefL 
 
 Her blofToms wither or to wildnefs run. 
 
 Too near the blaze of Fortune's fcorching Sun ;• 
 
 Too far remov'd they languilh, pine, and die 
 
 Beneath the rigour of too cold a Iky ; 
 
 But in her middle zone and temp'rate air. 
 
 They breathe and bloom, more fragrant and more fair, 
 
 When the Sun, funk beneath- his wat'ry bed. 
 Yet gilds with dying gleams the mountain head, 
 And yet the clouds retain a crimfon glow,
 
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 That faintly blufhes on the lake below, 
 
 While Ibber Cynthia lifts her folemn beam,- 
 
 With luilre quiv'ring on the fparkling ftreamj 
 
 And with a radiant band of filver light 
 
 Inwreaths the jetty treffes of the Night ; 
 
 Then Contemplation, fweet ecftatic Maid !' 
 
 1 leek thy mild, thy care-compofing aid, 
 
 Amid the mofs-clad walls and rooflefs aifle 
 
 Of yon lone Abbey's venerable pile, 
 
 Whofe tow'rs, by Time's iclcutlels hand o'erthrown,. 
 
 Lie low with ivy. and with thorn o'ergrown. 
 
 There Superftition, Ignorance's child, 
 
 Once dream'd her dreams and faw her vilions wild,. 
 
 Her aves mutter'd and her beads retold, 
 
 And bow'd to filver Saints and fhrines of gold, 
 
 With holy dread the darkfome cloiflers trod. 
 
 And ofFer'd living viftims to her GOD : 
 
 There by the glimm'ring lamp, the pale-eyed Maid 
 
 Sobb'd as fhe lung, and trembled as Ihe pray'd ; 
 
 Severe religion, paffion nnrepreft, 
 
 Like meetincr currents flrugoflinsf in her breafl: : 
 
 In youth's enliv'ning warmth, in. beauty's bloom,. 
 
 Betray''d to ceafelefs folitude and gloom, 
 
 She bade the World adieu — ah, vows how vain ! 
 
 While ftubborn Nature ll:ill maintain'd her reio^n.. 
 
 Still fond affeftion heav'd the hopelefs figh, 
 
 And tears too tender gliften'd in her eye. 
 
 No more are heard the vocal walls alone. 
 
 The deep-to n'd organ or the matin fong,,
 
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 Nor midnisiht bell, whofc flow and folemu toll 
 Sent a chill horror thro' the fliudd'ring foul : 
 All filent now — favc when through ruuis hoar, 
 And hollow-founding cells, the rude winds roar ; 
 Save the lone owl, that hoots her dirges fhrill, 
 And the hoarfe mulic of the murrn'rinj;; rill. 
 
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 There moping Melancholy loves to come. 
 And fadly pore upon the time-worn tomb ; 
 Brooding on grief, fhe fits in trance j)rofound. 
 Nor Superftition yet has left the ground ; 
 Strange fliapes, 'tis faid, the village-maid affright, 
 And doleful founds are heard at dead of night ; 
 Pale Ghofls amid the nodding piles are feen. 
 Flit o'er the walls and gleam athwart the green ; 
 There hags, 'tis thought, their works of horror ply, 
 And the Swain trembles, as he haftens by. 
 
 Among the mould'ring aifles I mufing go, 
 Wand'ring with folitary fteps and flow ; 
 Far from the fenfelefs clamours of the crowd. 
 Far from th' infulting fplendor of the proud ; 
 No fmile of friendfhip feign'd, no gilded care, 
 No lip of fcorn, no laugh of folly there : 
 The folemn fcenes around, and filent hour. 
 Calm the wild paflions with myfterious pow'r, 
 Mild awe diffufing, and the heart imprefs 
 With a foft, fad, but pleafing penfivenefs ; 
 Sublimely painting to the mezital eye 
 The wreck of time and man's mortality. 
 At once the world's delufive fpell is o'er. 
 Her glitt'ring vanities can charm no mor€ :
 
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 Far nobler themes invite, enlarg'd, refin'd. 
 That fuit th' immortal dignity of mind, 
 Pow'rful the ftubborn paffions to controul, 
 And give new ftrength and energy to Soul. 
 Above all fublunary Icenes I rife, 
 With ardent hope high-foaring to the ikies ; 
 With Confcience now, my guardian Genius, talk. 
 And meet my GOD along the lonely walk ; 
 To the firft Beauty bid my thoughts afpire, 
 And from his slories catch a kindred fire. 
 
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 O come, mild Wifdom ! come, celeftial gueft ! 
 And fhed thy facred beam upon my breail: ; 
 Bid there each pure, each kind affedtion roll. 
 And with the joys of reafon feaft my foul ! 
 Come, to this lowly grally couch repair ! 
 Let Zephyr's gentle breath invite thee there ; 
 No pompous trifles here profane the fhade. 
 No fpouting fountain and no forc'd cafcade : 
 Here rove the rills at will their woods between, 
 Dafh down the vale and glitter o'er the green ; 
 The vine and winding woodbine arching o'er 
 From fult'ry rays defend the cooling bow'r. 
 Here bring the tuneful Mufe's raptur'd choir ; 
 Each Mufe for thee fhall touch the charming lyre : 
 Bring Truth and Science's inftru6tive band ; 
 The Grecian Graces dancing hand in hand ; 
 Content, with plain attire and cheerful air ; 
 Friendfhip, exalting Joy and foothing Care ; 
 With Piety, that waits on wings to rife, 
 Her looks for ever lifted to the Ikies,
 
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 'O come, with all thy mental, moral train, 
 And in this peaceful, rural kingdom reign ! 
 
 Heav'n meant immortals for fublimer things 
 Than wealth's gay glitter and the pomp of Kings; 
 For pleafures, grace, and dignity, denied 
 To the vain Ions of Folly and of Pride : 
 Yet frantic Man, re])ellious to his will, 
 sHis gifts abufmg, turns his good to ill : 
 Some dear ideal blifs is ftill purlued ; 
 But ftill his Juno proves a j)ainted cloud ; 
 Reafon, his better Genius, warns in vain ; 
 l\iffion perfuades, and he believes again ; 
 Ardent he runs to feize the fairy prize, 
 'Till fainting in the fruitlefs race he dies. 
 
 Smile ye not, Angels? when in fcornye fcan 
 The ferious follies of your mimic Man ; 
 His boafted reafon, dupe to ev'ry lufl ; 
 His high ambition grov'ling in the dufi: ; 
 A fool with knowledge and with forefight blind, 
 Perplex'd between his matter and his mind. 
 Where great and mean, where mortal and divine, 
 Heav'n, earth, brute. Angel, in confufion join ; 
 Like jarring atoms in one Chaos hurl'd, 
 "Which well arrang'd would form a beauteous World. 
 Ye fmile to fee the puny godhead rave ; 
 Great lord of earth, his meaneft paflion's fla^ e ! 
 Drunk at the banquet, glorious on the throne. 
 And now an Ammon's, now a Philip's fon ! 
 Nor ye, the Great, like erring mortals, name 
 Ambition's madmen or the fools of fame ;
 
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 Nor thofe court-pageants, flarr'd and titled things. 
 
 The gilded tools of Minifters and Kings ; 
 
 Nor thofe, the wolves and harpies of their race, 
 
 Who rife by wicked arts to pow'r and place ; 
 
 But mark, where poor, unnotic'd or unknown, 
 
 Neglefted Virtue fmiles at Fortune's frown ; 
 
 Or bleft by Fortune in a private ftate. 
 
 By worth ennobled and by goodnefs great ; 
 
 Bright on whofe gen'rous breaft thofe fplendors glow 
 
 Of facred honour. Kings could ne'er beftow ; 
 
 The FRIEND OF MAN ! who can in life confefs 
 
 No joy worth living, but the joy to blefs. 
 
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 Mrs. Greaves, Ingleby 
 Rev. J. Gibbons, Ilarley
 
 XVI 
 
 SUBSCRIBERS. 
 
 Mr. Gcarinfj, Livrrpool 
 
 Thomas Gooltl, Esq. 3Terion-xquftir, Dub/in 
 
 Mrs. Gookl, (lillo 
 
 Miss Grimsditch, Collage, St. Asaph 
 
 Mrs. Garnoiis, Leeswood 
 
 Miss Garnons, ditto 
 
 Miss Gridith 
 
 J. C. Geradolt, Esq. Allestree, Derbyshire 
 
 Miss Giffard, Nerqvis-IIall 
 
 Dr. Gerard, Liverpool, 2 copies 
 
 N. Gostling, Esq. 
 
 Mrs. Gildarf, Liverpool 
 
 Mrs. Gawthrop, ditto 
 
 Most Noble the Marquis of Harlington, 
 
 2 copies 
 Rt. Hon. the Countess of Hardwicke, 
 
 2 copies 
 Sir Thomas Heskclh, Bart. 
 Lady Hualoke 
 
 Hon. Francis }Iely Hutchinson 
 Hon. Mrs. Hutchinson, Derby 
 Hon. Miss Hutchinson 
 Hon. Mrs. Harcourt, St. Leonard's- II ill, 
 
 Windsor 
 Hon' Mrs. Hankey, Feteham-Park, Surre?/ 
 Sir Richard Hill, Bart. Ilazslceslone, 2 copies 
 Mrs. Hopper, Wilton-Castle, Durham, 12 
 
 copies 
 Major Higgins 
 
 Col. Hurt, Wirksxcorlh, Derbyshire 
 
 Mrs. Hurt, dilto, 2 copies 
 
 Mrs. Hurt, Derby 
 
 Mrs. Hurt, Alderwasley 
 
 Miss Hurt, WirksKorth, Derbyshire, 2 copies 
 
 C. Hurt, jun. Esq. ditto 
 
 R. Hurt, Esq. ditto 
 
 Miss F. Hurt, dilto 
 
 Major Holland, Tcyrdan 
 
 Mrs. Holland, ditto 
 
 Major Hamilton 
 
 Major HatFy, 47th Rcgt. 2 copies 
 
 Capt. Henians, 4th, or King's Own Regt. 
 
 3 copies 
 Capt. Horton, 61st Regt. 2 copies 
 Lieut. Harrison, ditto 
 Lieut. Hemurs, ditto 
 Lieut. Hay, ditto 
 Rev. Mr. Hornby 
 Geoffrey Hornb}', Esq. 
 Arthur Heywood, Esq. Liverpool, 2 copies 
 Mrs. Heywood, Lark-Hill, 2 copies 
 Miss Heywood, Liverpool 
 Miss H. Heywood, Stanley-Hall, Yorkshire 
 Mrs. Hughes, Kinmell-Park 
 Mrs. Col. Hughes 
 
 Capt. Hill, 2jd Regt. Royal Welch Fuzileers 
 Capt. Hurford, ditto 
 Lieut. Hall, ditto 
 T. Hodgson, Esq. 2 copies
 
 SUBSCRIBERS. 
 
 xvu 
 
 Mrs. F. Haywood, Liverpool 
 
 Miss Haywood, ditto 
 
 F. Holmes, Esq. ditto 
 
 Mrs. Howarth, ditto 
 
 Mrs. Hodsoii, ditto 
 
 Peter Hole, Esq. London 
 
 Mr. Hole, Liverpool 
 
 Miss Hole 
 
 Mrs. Henr}-, Bolton 
 
 Miss Haydock, ditto 
 
 Miss Hillary, Liverpool 
 
 Mrs. Holcombe, Westlake 
 
 Rev. Theophilus Houlbrooke, Green-Bank 
 
 Capt. Hughes, R.D.M. 2 copies 
 
 Mrs. Hodson, Liverpool 
 
 Rev. F. Hodson, ditto, 2 copies 
 
 Mrs. Harris, Liverpool 
 
 Miss Harris, d?7/o 
 
 Mr. Harris, Glocester 
 
 Mrs. Hobsoii, Liverpool 
 
 Mrs. Higgins, London 
 
 Lieut. Hunter, 9th Regt. 
 
 Reginald Heber, Esq. 
 
 Mrs. Hamcr, Jlanier 
 
 Mrs. Houghton, Bagulj/, Cheshire 
 
 J. Hodgson, Esq. Caton 
 
 A. Hodgson, Esq. ditto 
 
 Miss Hodgson, ditto 
 
 Miss Anna Hodgson, ditto 
 
 J.Hatfield, Eii(\. Manchester 
 
 Mr. Sedgley Haylcy 
 
 Mr. Sedgley Hayley, jun. Wolverhampton 
 
 Miss Hargreaves, St. Asaph 
 
 Miss Hughes, ditto 
 
 Dr. S. Hallaran, Cork 
 
 Miss Ann Hallaran, ditto 
 
 Lieut. R. Hall, Royal Navy 
 
 Miss Hamnett, Nantwich, Cheshire 
 
 Miss Harper, Liverpool 
 
 Henry Hewitt, Esq. Waterford 
 
 Mrs. H. Hewitt, ditto 
 
 Mrs. Hill, London 
 
 John Heaton, Esq. Denbigh 
 
 Mrs. Heaton, ditto 
 
 Miss Heaton, de/to 
 
 Miss M. Heaton, ditto 
 
 Mrs. Holland, Liverpool 
 
 Mrs. Hill 
 
 William Holthara, Esq. Vauxhall 
 
 Mrs. Horneck, Woodlands- House, Stoiccj/, 
 
 Bridgezeater 
 Mrs. Hughes, Cottage, St. Asaph 
 Mrs. Holden, Aston upon Trent, Derbt/shire 
 Miss Hcrvey, Keppel- Street, Bussel-Square, 
 
 London 
 Dr. Herschell, Slough, Windsor 
 Mrs. Herschell, ditto 
 Miss Herschell, <//«o 
 Miss Holland, OverslozLei/, Somersetshire 
 Miss Haycock, Shreicsburj/
 
 XVIU 
 
 SUBSCRIBERS. 
 
 Edmund Ilydc Ilall, Esq. Danger 
 Miss F. Hall 
 
 Rt. Hon. Lord Viscount Jocelyn, 2 copies 
 Mrs. Joceljn, Stansted Burt/, Hertfordshire 
 Col. Jones, 23d Regiment Royal Welch 
 
 Fuzileers 
 Lieut. Jennings, ditto 
 Lieut. JolifTe, ditto 
 Lieut. Jones, ditto 
 
 Rev. Richard Jackson, Tan-i/-rall, 2 copies 
 Mrs. Johnson, Liverpool 
 Mr. Jones, Denbigh 
 Rev. R. Jones, Lli/smei-cchion 
 Mrs. Jones, ditto 
 
 Thomas Jones, Esq. Pentir, North TVules 
 Mrs. Jones, Liverpool 
 Mr. Jackson, Surgeon, Sheffield 
 Mrs. H. Jackson, ditto 
 
 Mrs. Jones, Greenliill, Manchester, 2 copies 
 Miss S. Joseph, Liverpool 
 Miss Jones, Turnhain Green 
 Mr. George Jones, Liverpool, 2 copies 
 Mrs. Thomas Jones, ditto 
 Miss Jolly, ditto 
 C. Johnson, Esq. London 
 Mrs. Jackson, Liverpool 
 Lieut. Irving, Gist Regt. 
 C. Jones, Esq. Temple, London 
 Mrs. Ingram, JFalceficld 
 
 I\Iiss Ingram, Wakefield 
 
 Mrs. R. Jackson, Liverpool 
 
 Mrs. JodrcU, Portugal-Street, London 
 
 Rt. Hon. Lord Viscount Kirkwall, 2 copies 
 
 Rt. Hon. Lady Viscountess Kirkwall, 2 copies 
 
 Rt. Hon. Lady Amelia Kaye 
 
 Rt. Hon. Lord Kinnaird 
 
 William Killock, Esq. Cork 
 
 Capt. Kelly, 61st Regt. 
 
 Miss Kenyon, Rose Hill 
 
 Rt. Hon. the Earl of Lanesborough 
 
 Rt. Hon. the Countess of Loudon and Moira 
 
 Rt. Hon. Lady Lucas, 4 copies 
 
 Hon. Mrs. Fox Lane, Bramham Park, York- 
 shire, 2 copies 
 
 Lieut. Lenthall, 23d Regt. Royal Welch 
 Fuzileers 
 
 Lieut. Leonard, ditto 
 
 W. C. Lake, Esq. Liverpool, 2 copies 
 
 Mrs. W. C. Lake, ditto, 2 copies 
 
 Mrs. Lake, ditto, 2 copies 
 
 Charles Lake, jun. Esq. ditto 
 
 Miss Frances Lake, ditto 
 
 Miss Agnes Lake, ditto 
 
 Mrs. Lawrence, ditto 
 
 Mr. Latham, ditto 
 
 Mr. J. Lloyd, Denbigh 
 
 Mr. Lloyd, Farm
 
 SUBSCRIBERS. 
 
 Xl.V 
 
 Mrs. Lcigb, Liverpool 
 
 M. F. Lawrence, Esq. M. P. London 
 
 E. Lloyd, Esq. Cefn 
 
 P. Leicester, Esq. Liverpool " 
 
 Mrs. Lutyens, ditto 
 
 Mrs. Lightbody, Birch Field 
 
 Mrs. Leay, Liverpool 
 
 Mrs. Lowndes, Springfield 
 
 Mrs. Langham, Clifton, Bristol 
 
 Miss Laken, Deanery, Wells, Somersetshire 
 
 Miss Sarah Laken, ditto 
 
 J. S. Lea, Esq. Kidderminster 
 
 Mrs. Leacroft, Cliff House, Matlock 
 
 Mrs. Lowe, Locks, Derhi/shire 
 
 Mrs. Lloyd, Rill, Rhi/ddlan 
 
 Mrs. Leigh, Chester 
 
 Gustavus Lambert, Esq. Beau Park, County 
 
 of Meath 
 W. Longsdon, Esq. Eyam, Derbyshire 
 Edward Littledale, Esq. London 
 Miss Leigh, Oughtrington 
 L. H. Litherland, Esq. Chester 
 Miss Lloyd, Mold 
 Mrs. Ann Lloyd, Cottage, Bangor 
 William Lawson, Esq. Liverpool 
 David Lloyd, Esq. Denbigh, 2 copies 
 John Lawrence, jun. Esq. Birmingham, 
 
 2 copies 
 Mrs. Lawry 
 Capt. Lovctt, R. D. M. 2 copies 
 
 Lang, Esq. St. Petersburghy 2 copies 
 
 Miss Lance, Wavertree 
 Mr. Leventhorpe, London ' 
 
 Rt. Hon. Lady Henry Murray 
 
 Rt. Hon. Lady Louisa Manners 
 
 Ed. Miller Mundy, Esq. M. P. Shipley, 
 
 2 copies 
 Mrs. N, Mundy 
 Capt. Graham Moore, R. N. 
 Charles Moore, Esq. 
 
 Mather, Esq. Manchester 
 
 Mrs. Mather, ditto 
 
 Capt'. M'Donald, 23d Regt. Royal Welch 
 
 Fuzileers, 2 copies 
 W. Milne, Esq. Adjutant, ditto 
 Lieut. Montgomery, ditto 
 Lieut. Mercer, ditto 
 Mrs. 3Ioss, Liverpool 
 Mrs. Moss, Mossley Ilill, 2 copies 
 Miss M'Adam, Liverpool 
 J. M'Viccar, Esq. ditto 
 D. M' Viccar, Esq. ditto 
 Miss M'Viccar, ditto 
 Dr. M'Cartney, ditto 
 Mr. M'Millan, Bolton, 2 copies 
 Mrs. J. Mathews, Elme House, Liverpool 
 Mrs. M3ddeUon, Denbigh 
 Rev. Dr. Myddelton, Guiaynynog 
 Mrs. Myddelton, ditto
 
 XX 
 
 SUBSCRIBERS. 
 
 Marmailukc Miildleloii Middlcton, Esq. 
 
 Learn, Derbyshire 
 Mrs. Middk'loii 
 
 Mrs. Thomas Martin, Liverpool 
 Miss Morris, Appleby, Leicestershire, 2 copies 
 Mrs. Montgomery, Liverpool 
 Mrs. William Myers, ditto 
 Mrs. Molyneux, Newsham House, ditto 
 Miss Molyneux, ditto 
 Mr. Molland, Stanton 
 Mrs. M'CuUock, Liverpool 
 Mrs. Maurice, Vicarage, Rhjjddlan 
 J. Mather, Esq. Manchester 
 Lieut. Moore, 87th Regt. 
 Rev. H. C. Morewood, Alfreton Hall 
 Mrs. Morewood, ditto 
 Rev. John Morewood, West Hallam 
 The Miss Moorcs, Appleby, Leicestershire, 
 
 2 copies 
 Mrs. Meyrick, London 
 Mrs. Moody, ditto 
 A. Mathew, Esq. 2 copies 
 Mrs. Mathew, 2 copies 
 Mr. Moulson, Chester 
 Rev. Glover Moore, Rector of Halsall, 
 
 2 copies 
 II. M'Corquodale, Esq. Liverpool 
 Miss Mansell, Thorpe, Northamptonshire 
 Anthony Lax Maynard, Esq. Chesterfield 
 William Maxwell, Esq. Cork 
 
 Abraham Mcllo, Esq. Old Jcicry 
 
 Tiu). Medwin, jun. Esq. Horsham, Sussex 
 
 Mrs. May, Digswell 
 
 Miss May, ditto 
 
 Mr. Monk, Chester 
 
 Rev. R. Morritt, Castle Townsend, Cork 
 
 Mrs. Morritt 
 
 Miss Midgley, Liverpool 
 
 Richard Martin, Esq. M. P. Galway 
 
 Mrs. Martin, ditto 
 
 Miss Martin, ditto 
 
 Her Grace the Duchess of Newcastle, 
 
 2 copies 
 Lady NorclifTe, Langton, Yorkshire 
 Rt.Hon. Sir John Newport, Bart. Waterford 
 William Newport, Esq. ditto 
 Matthew Nicholson, Esq. Liverpool, 4 copies 
 T. Normansell, jun. Esq. London 
 Mrs. Newton, Liverpool 
 Mrs. Newsham, ditto 
 Rev. Mr. Nixon, Haj/es, Ireland 
 Mrs. Nixon, ditto 
 Rev. R. Nixon, ditto 
 Miss Nixon, ditto 
 Miss Fanny Nixon, ditto 
 Rev. G. F. Nott 
 Miss Nightingale, Bolton 
 Mrs. Neilson, Liverpool 
 Ilcnry Norris, Esq. ditto
 
 SUBSCRIBERS. 
 
 XXI 
 
 Mrs. S. Newfon, Chester, 2 copies 
 W. Camden Neild, Esq. London 
 
 Rt. Hon. the Counfess of Orkney, 2 copies 
 Sir William Oglandei', Bart. M, P. 
 William Ord, Esq. M. P. 
 Mrs. Ord 
 
 V 
 
 Charles Ord, Esq. 
 
 Miss Ord 
 
 Miss Elizabeth Ord 
 
 Miss Eleanor Ord 
 
 Major Offley, 23d Regt. Royal Welch Fu- 
 
 zileers 
 Miss Oliphant, London 
 Miss H. Oliphant, ditto 
 Miss S. Oliphant, ditto 
 Miss M. Oliphant, ditto 
 Miss Anne Oliphant, ditto 
 Mrs. Oswell, Westburi/ 
 Mrs. Orton, Liverpool 
 J. Oldfield, Esq. Farm 
 Mrs. Orange, Liverpool 
 Miss Owen, Salop 
 John Owen, Esq. Penrhos 
 Brooke Taylor Ottley, Esq. Dublin 
 Miss Oldham, Sandj/ Brook 
 Capt. Oliver, 10th Light Dragoons 
 
 Rt. Hon. Lady Spencer Perceval, 2 copies 
 Rt. Hon. Lord Henry Petty 
 
 Major Pearson, 23d Regt. Royal Welch 
 
 Fuzileers 
 Capt. Pearse, ditto 
 George Power, E^q. Surgeon, ditto 
 Capt. Prior, 50th Regt. 
 Hon. Mrs. Pratt, Cabra Castle 
 Miss Pratt, ditto 
 Miss Price, SpeJcelands 
 R. Prescott, Esq. Dalton 
 Mr. Penny, Liverpool 
 Miss Pugh, Forest, Denbigh 
 Mrs. Parr, London 
 Mrs. Parr, Liverpool 
 Miss Parr, ditto 
 
 M. N. Pattison, Esq. West House, Congleton 
 Mrs. Pattison, ditto 
 Miss H. Pattison, ditto 
 Miss Powys, Westwood, Staffordshire 
 Mrs. Pares, Grooby, Leicestershire, 2 copies 
 C. Pole, Esq. Liverpool 
 Miss Preston 
 Mrs. Price, Cefn 
 Mrs. Price, I^ondon 
 Miss Pott, ditto 
 Miss Parke, Liverpool 
 Mrs. J. Peelc, Burton on Trent 
 Rev. Richard Perryn, Rector of Standish 
 Miss Perryn 
 
 Shakspeare Phillips, Esq. Manchester 
 Mrs. S. Phillips, ditto
 
 xxu 
 
 SUBSCRIBERS. 
 
 George Phillips, Esq. Manchester 
 
 Mrs. George Phillips, ditto 
 
 IVIiss C. Phillips, ditto 
 
 Miss S. Phillips, ditto 
 
 Miss i\I. Piiillips, ditto 
 
 Mrs. Pcnnell, IVatcrford 
 
 Mrs. Chandos Pole, Radbourne, Derbyshire 
 
 George Pemberton, Esq. London 
 
 R. F. Price, Esq. Bryn-y-pys 
 
 Rev. William Palmer, Oxfordshire 
 
 Mrs. Pigolt 
 
 Cooper Penrose, Esq. 
 
 Miss Parry, Plasucha, Denbighshire 
 
 Mr. Parker, London 
 
 Miss Porsen, Liverpool 
 
 Rev. Thomas Parry, Il/anfair 
 
 Her Grace the Duchess of Roxburgh 
 Mrs. Rathbonc, Green Bank- 
 Miss Penelope Ralhbone, Liverpool 
 "William Roscoe, Esq. Allerton Hall 
 Mr. William S. Roscoe, Liverpool 
 Mr. E. Roscoe, ditto 
 Matthew Ridley, Esq. 
 Thomas Reed, Esq. London, 10 copies 
 Miss Ratcliffe 
 Mrs. Robinson, Liverpool 
 Mrs. Robinson, ditto 
 Mr. Russell, ditto 
 William Rigg, Esq. ditto, 2 copies 
 
 Edward Leigh Rimmer, Esq. 
 
 Mrs. Roberts, Waxertrec Hall, 2 copies 
 
 John Rippon, Esq. Elliott Hill 
 
 E. Rogers, Esq. London 
 
 G. Robinson, Esq. ditto 
 
 T. Robinson, jun. Esq. ditto 
 
 Miss Rogers, Liverpool 
 
 Miss Roughsedge, ditto ^ 
 
 Lieut. Roch 
 
 Mrs. Rodie, Liverpool 
 
 John Ryle, jun. Esq. Macclesfield, 2 copies 
 
 Rev. W. G. Rowland, Shrewsbury 
 
 John Roche, Esq. Cove, Cork 
 
 John Roche, jun. Esq. ditto 
 
 Miss Mar}- Roche, ditto 
 
 Mrs. Ileynardson, Holywell, Lincolnshire 
 
 William Rigb}-, Esq. Manchester 
 
 Miss Rigby, ditto 
 
 Miss E. Rigby, ditto 
 
 Mrs. C. Robinson, Liverpool 
 
 Miss Rigb}-, ditto 
 
 Mrs. M. Russel, Durham 
 
 Miss Rooke, Clewer, Windsor 
 
 Miss Rooke, ditto 
 
 Jeremiah Ryan, Esq. JVaterford 
 
 Mrs. Rooke, Castle House 
 
 Mrs. Anne Rooke, Pickicick House 
 
 Rev. George Rooke 
 
 Capt. Rooke 
 
 Miss H. Rooke
 
 SUBSCRIBERS. 
 
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 XXIU 
 
 J. Radford, Esq. SmaUey, Derhj/shire 
 
 Mrs. Rothwell, Manchester 
 
 James Reed, Esq. London, 2 copies 
 
 Francis Reed, Esq. ditto, 2 copies 
 
 Mrs. Rowland, Garthen Lodge 
 
 Mr. James Ryley 
 
 Most Noble the Marquis of Sligo 
 
 Most Noble the Marchioness of Sligo 
 
 Rt. Hon. the Countess of Slamfbrd 
 
 Rt. Hon. Lady Stanley 
 
 Rt. Hon.' Lady Scarsdale 
 
 Rt. Hon. R. B. Sheridan, M. P. 
 
 Lady Smith, Ashton Court, Bristol 
 
 Lady Stapleton 
 
 Lieut. Col. Salisbury, R. D.M. Galtveynan, 
 
 Denbighshire 
 Major Stafford, 31st Regt. 
 Mrs. Stanley, Denbigh 
 Claude Scott, Esq. London, 2 copies 
 Mrs. Scott, ditto 
 Samuel Scott, Esq. ditto 
 Mrs. S. Scott, ditto 
 Thomas Hobbes Scott, Esq. 
 
 Scott, Esq. 
 
 Mrs. Scott 
 
 Thomas Scott, Esq. Waterford 
 
 Mrs. Stavert, Liverpool, 2 copies 
 
 Miss Stavert, ditto 
 
 Miss Stavert, Iloscoat, Scotland 
 
 Mrs. Smith, Liverpool 
 
 Mrs. Sutton, ditto 
 
 Miss Sutton, ditto 
 
 Mrs. Sparling, Slyne, Lancaster, 2 copies 
 
 Sheffield, Esq. 
 
 Capt. Staniforth, 23d Regt. Royal Welch 
 
 Fuzileers 
 Capt. Stubbs, 61st Regt. 
 Lieut. Sergeant, ditto 
 "William Smythe, Esq. Professor of Modern 
 
 History, Cambridge, 2 copies 
 Rev. Thomas Smythe 
 Rev. J. Smythe, Liverpool 
 Mrs. Myra Southouse, Holt Cottage, Wilts. 
 Mrs. Seaman, Liverpool 
 Mrs. Staniforth, ditto, 2 copies 
 Mrs. Sellar, ditto 
 Henry Sealy, Esq. ditto 
 Mrs. Scott, ditto 
 Mrs. Smith, ditto 
 
 William Sutton, Esq. ditto, 2 copies 
 Mrs. Salisbury, Cooper's Hill, Preston 
 Rev. William Shepherd, Gatcacre 
 C. Swettenham, Esq. Sicettenham, Cheshire 
 S. Simpson, Esq. Dunstalk, Staffordshire 
 Miss Snowden, Spondon, Derby 
 Mrs. Sandbach; Liverpool, 2 copies 
 Mr. W. Scoltock, Shrewsburj/ 
 Mr. Sandford, ditto 
 Snead, Esq. Winsley House
 
 XXIV 
 
 SUBSCRIOEKS. 
 
 Rev. Mr. Strong, Dyserlh, Vicar, St. Asaph 
 
 R. Stanley, Esq. Barber Wood, Yorkshire 
 
 Mrs. Smith, Parndon House, Essex 
 
 Mrs. Sej'Diour, London 
 
 Mrs. Shcrbrookc, Oxton, Nollinghamshire 
 
 Miss Coapc Sherbrooke, ditto 
 
 H. Strutt, Esq. Belfour, Dcrhi/shire 
 
 Miss Stubbs, WirksiLorth, 3 copies 
 
 Geo. Simson, Esq. M. P. Jyondon, 2 copies 
 
 Sloanc, Esq. 
 
 G. Stokes, Esq. Old Birmingham, 2 copies 
 Mrs. Stokes, ditto 
 
 Geo. Stokes, jun. Esq. Trinity Hall, Cam- 
 bridge, 2 copies 
 Mr, Shepherd, Botanic Garden, Liverpool 
 
 Hon. Miss Townsend, Windsor Castle 
 
 Lieut. Col. George Tucker, 50th Regt. 
 
 Mrs. Twemlow, Liverpool, 2 copies 
 
 Miss Mary Twemlow 
 
 Mrs. Taylor, Bclficld 
 
 Miss Taylor, ditto 
 
 Mrs. Tulloh, London 
 
 Rev. E. Thelwall 
 
 B. Thornhill, Esq. Stanton, Derbyshire 
 
 Lieut. Thornhill, 23d Regt. Royal Welch 
 
 Fuzilcers 
 Miss Thornhill 
 
 John Taylor, Esq. Manchester 
 Miss Taylor, ditto 
 
 Rev. Geo. Augustus Thursby, Counde Lodge 
 
 Miss Taylor, Liverpool 
 
 Mrs. Thomas, ditto 
 
 Mrs. Tatham, ditto 
 
 Mrs. Tobin, ditto, 2 copies 
 
 Mrs. Timmins, ditto 
 
 Mrs. Tojjp, Whitton Hall 
 
 Toiuliiis, Esq. Shrewsbury 
 
 Mr. Tourner, Waterford 
 
 Mrs. Tourner, ditto 
 
 W. Tash, Esq. Broonifield House, Southgate 
 
 Mrs. Tash, ditto 
 
 John Turster, Esq. London 
 
 Thomas Thompson, Esq. Liverpool 
 
 Mrs. Tayleur, ditto 
 
 Mr. Thompson, ditto 
 
 Philip Meadows Taylor, Esq. ditto 
 
 Mrs. Twigge, Derby 
 
 Rev. Mr. Thomas, Plascoch, Vicar St. Asaph 
 
 Mrs. Truslove, Chester 
 
 Miss Toplis, Wirksicorth, Derbyshire 
 
 Miss Twentyman, Liverpool 
 
 W. M. Tartt, Esq. ditto 
 
 Rev. Thomas Trevor Trevor, Prebendary 
 
 of Chester, 2 copies 
 John Thurston, Esq. Ticickenham 
 
 Jit. Hon. Lady Vernon 
 Rev. Dr. Vesey, Chaplain to His Royal 
 Highness the Duke of Kent
 
 SUBSCRIBE RS. 
 
 XXV 
 
 Mrs. Vesey 
 
 Col. Vaughan, Merioneth Militia 
 
 Mrs. Unsworth, Maghull Hall 
 
 Mrs. Venables, Wood Hill 
 
 Miss Venables, ditto 
 
 Miss Mary Venables, ditto 
 
 Mrs. L. J. Venables, Liverpool 
 
 J. Vaillant, Esq. 
 
 Miss Vaillant 
 
 Veitchners, Esq. London 
 
 Lady Wray, Darley Dale, Derbyshire, 
 
 2 copies 
 lion. Mrs. Wilkins, Maeslough, Radnorsh. 
 Sir W. W. Wynn, Bart. Wimstai/ 
 Lady Borlase Warren, Stapleford Hall, 
 
 Nottinghamshire, 2 copies 
 Charles Warren, Esq. 
 Lady Williams, Bodleuydan 
 Hon. Mrs. Weldon 
 Mrs. Watson 
 
 Dr. Walesbj, Canterbury 
 W. Wilkins, jun. Esq. Maeslough 
 W. S. Wray, Esq. Darley Dale 
 Miss Wray, ditto, 2 copies 
 Miss Eliza Wray, ditto, 2 copies 
 Miss M. A. Wray, ditto 
 Miss F. Wray, ditto 
 Col. Wynne, Garthewin 
 Mrs. Wynne, ditto 
 
 Mrs. Wynne, Deanery 
 
 J. Wynne, Esq. Coedcoch, 2 copies 
 
 Mrs. Wynne, ditto, 2 copies 
 
 William Wynn, Esq. Chester 
 
 Miss Wynne, Broom Hall, Oszoestry 
 
 Capt. Wolseley, 23d Regt. Royal Welch 
 
 Fuzileers 
 Henry Wynn, Esq. Adjutant, ditto 
 Lieut. Wynn, ditto 
 Lieut. Watkin Wynne, ditto 
 Miss Wynne, Plasnewydd, Denbigh 
 Miss Emma Wynne, ditto 
 Mrs. Wilmot 
 
 Mr. Winstanley, Liverpool 
 Mrs. C. Worsley, Piatt, Lancashire 
 Mrs. Wood, Asmington, Dorset. 2 copies 
 Miss Wood, ditto 
 Miss E. Wood, ditto 
 Mrs. C. Wood, Macclesjield 
 Mrs. S. Wood, Cheetham Hill, iManchester 
 Mrs. Whitehouse, Mossley Dale, 4 copies 
 Miss Wallace, Liverpool 
 R. Wilding, Esq. Llanrhaida 
 Mrs. Wilding, ditto 
 B. P. Wagner, Esq. 6 copies 
 Mrs. Wilson, Clifton 
 Mrs. Wardle, Tower, 2 copies 
 L. Wetten, Esq. London 
 Mr. N. Waterhouse, Liverpool 
 Mrs. White, Bury St. Edmunds
 
 XXVI 
 
 SUBSCR IBERS. 
 
 Miss Warne, JFei/moulh 
 
 Mrs. Walker, Aston, Derhi/shire 
 
 Miss Williams, Ashton Clinton 
 
 Rev. Hugh Williams, Conwai/ 
 
 Mrs. Williams, Bodlewi/dan 
 
 Rev. Mr. Williams, ditto, RedorSl. George 
 
 Rev. Peter Williams, Llangc/j/nin 
 
 Mrs. Captain Williamson, Liverpool 
 
 Mrs. Williamson, Edge Hill 
 
 John Wright, Esq. Sheffield 
 
 Miss Watson, Macelesfield, 2 copies 
 
 Rev. J. Watson, Bonishall, ditto 
 
 Rev. Mr. Wheatley, Vicar, St. Asaph 
 
 Thomas Wallis, Esq. Waterford 
 
 Mrs. Wallis, ditto 
 
 Rev. Qhris'oplier P. Wallis, ditto 
 
 Mrs. Willis, Halsnead, Lancashire 
 
 Mrs. F. Willoughby, Higham Cliff 
 
 Mrs. Waller, Chesterfield 
 
 Rev. Rowland Williams, Bangor 
 
 Mrs. Williams 
 
 Isaac AVarner, Esq. Blackheath 
 
 Mrs. Thomas Walthew, Everton 
 
 Mrs. Winpenny 
 
 Mrs. Whetham 
 
 Miss Walker, Tettenhall, Staffordshire 
 
 Mrs. Walton, Preston 
 
 RandleWilbraham, Esq. Rodellall, Cheshire 
 
 Mrs. Wynne, Eyarth, Denbighshire 
 
 Arthur Weldon, Esq. 
 
 Joseph Webster, Esq. 4 copies 
 
 Mrs. Webster 
 
 Miss Webster 
 
 Rev. J. Warren, Dean of Bangor 
 
 Mrs. Warren 
 
 Rt. Rev. and lion. Lord Bishop of Ely, 
 2 copies 
 
 Hon. Mrs. James Yorke 
 
 Simon Yorke, Esq. Erthig, 2 copies 
 
 Mrs. Yorke, ditto, 2 copies 
 
 P. W. Yorke, Esq. Dyffri/n Ailed, 2 copies 
 
 Rev. Brownlow Yorke, Downham, Isle of 
 Eli/, 2 copies 
 
 Philip Wynne Yorke, Esq. St. John's Col- 
 lege, Cambridge 
 
 Miss Yorke, College, Ely, 2 copies 
 
 Miss Diana Yorke, ditto, 2 copies 
 
 Miss Lucy Merrick Yorke, ditto, 2 copies 
 
 Rev. J. Yates, Liverpool 
 
 Miss Yates, ditto 
 
 Joseph Yates, Esq. ditto 
 
 Ashton Yates, Esq. ditto 
 
 Richard Yates, Esq. ditto 
 
 .]. Yate, Esq. Model i/ 
 
 Mrs. Young 
 
 J. Yorstan, Esq. 
 
 Mr. Edward Yate, jun. Madely 
 
 Mrs. M. Young 
 
 Capt. Youde, Royal Denbigh Militia
 
 xxvn 
 
 ADDITIONAL SUBSCRIBERS. 
 
 Robert Andrews, Esq. Rivington Hall 
 John Andrews, Esq. Liverpool 
 Hon. Col. Burton, 2 copies 
 Mrs. Bowerman, Shannon Place, County 
 of Galway, 2 copies 
 
 Mrs. Clayton, Ashbourne, Derbyshire 
 Mr. Hazlehurst, Liverpool 
 
 Hembry, Esq. London 
 
 Rev. Mr. M'Donald, Liverpool.
 
 STANZAS, 
 
 ADDREISED 
 
 TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE 
 
 LADY VISCOUNTESS KIRKWALL. 
 
 What tho' with feeble hand I strike the lyre, 
 I will not sigh to gain the poet's bays ; 
 
 Or soar with Genius on the wing of fire, 
 If gentle bosoms prize my artless lays. 
 
 For still, inspir'd by soft affection's glow, 
 
 Or true to melting gratitude sincere, 
 " Warm from the heart," my native measures flow, 
 
 Unknown to fame, yet still to friendship dear.
 
 Fair patroness of my untutor'd strain, 
 
 Oh I if the numbers please thy feeling breast, 
 
 These wild effusions are not pour'd in vain. 
 My song is honor'd, and my muse is blest. 
 
 When early led by nature's charms divine, 
 My youthful vows to Poesy I paid ; 
 
 And bending low at fancy's rural shrine. 
 Of opening buds a fragrant offering made ; 
 
 Thy hand with laurel crown'd my Infant head, 
 Thy cheering kiodne^s.fapru'dimy rising flame, 
 
 And oh I whate'er the future path I tread, 
 My grateful heart shall ev'er love thy name. 
 
 May pleasure Aving thy lightly fleeting hours, 
 And health attend thee on thy staiiling wiyl 
 
 May hope and joy unite, congenial pow'rs. 
 To gild thy prospect with propitious ray I 
 
 The muse for thee a votive Avreatb shall twine. 
 Sweeter than vernal rose^ bath'd in dews ; 
 
 For there the flowers of gratitude combine, 
 Of simple beauty, but of lasting hues. 
 
 r. 0. B. AGED 13. 
 
 Giyjsycrr, \st Oct. 1S07.
 
 if^m^ 
 
 POEMS, 
 
 ON MY MOTHER'S BIRTH-DA V. 
 
 Clad in all their brightest green, 
 
 This day the verdant fields are seen ; 
 
 The tuneful birds begin their lay, 
 
 To celebrate thy natal day. 
 
 The breeze is still, the sea is calm, 
 
 And the whole scene combines to charm ; 
 
 The flowers revive, this charming May, 
 
 Because it is thy natal day. 
 
 The sky is blue, the day serene, 
 
 And only pleasure now is seen ; 
 
 The rose, the pink, the tulip gay, 
 
 Combine to bless thy natal day. 
 
 J . r. 15. AGED 8.
 
 A PRAYER. 
 
 Oh I God, my father and my friend, 
 Ever thy blessings to me send ; 
 Let me have virtue for my guide, 
 And wisdom always at my side; 
 Thus cheerfully thro' life I'll go, 
 Nor ever feel the sting of woe ; 
 Contented with the humblest lot, 
 Happy, tho' in the meanest cot. 
 
 F. D. B. AGED 9. 
 
 ON A ROSE. 
 
 How short, sweet flower, have all thy beauties been, 
 
 An hour they bloom'd, and now no more are seen : 
 
 So human grandeur fades, so dies away ; 
 
 Beauty and wealth remain but for a day. 
 
 But virtue lives for ever in the mind. 
 
 In her alone true happiness we find : 
 
 The perfume stays, altho' the rose be dead ; 
 
 So virtue lives, when every grace is fled.
 
 ON HEALTH. 
 
 Oh I tell me, Cambrians, tell me true, 
 Does fair Hyge'ia 'bide with you ? 
 " Yes, she witli us for ever dwells, 
 In groves, in shady woods, or dells. 
 Oh I stranger, turn and stay — for here 
 She deiorns to sive her influence dear. 
 In yonder vale her temple stands ; 
 Her brows entwin'd with roseate bands : 
 In Cambria's land she ever dwells, 
 In groves, in shady woods, or dells." 
 
 WRITTEN IN NORTH WALES. 
 
 Oh I happy regions of delight and joy. 
 
 And much-loved scenes of bliss without alloy ; 
 
 Hail I to your mountains, groves, and woodlands dear. 
 
 Hail I to your flowery lawns, and streamlets clear ; 
 
 Hail I to your lowly cots, and stately parks, 
 
 And hail I your meadows green, and soaring larks. 
 
 Observe yon verdant fields, and shady bowers. 
 
 Wherein I've passed so many happy hours ;
 
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 See, too, yon rugged hill, upon whose brow- 
 Majestic trees and woods aspiring grow. 
 There to the right, the vale of Clwyd ends ; 
 Here to the left, huge Penman-mawr extends : 
 Look to the south, the Cambrian mountains o'er ; 
 Hark I to the north, the ocean's awful roar. 
 Remark those lowing herds and sportive sheep, 
 And watchful shepherds too, their flocks who keep. 
 Behold yon ships, now on the glassy main. 
 Which spread the sails, their destin'd port to gain. 
 These lovely prospects, how they cheer my soul, 
 With what delight and joy I view the whole! 
 Accept Great God, thanks for these blessings giv'n. 
 And may my gratitude ascend to heav'n. 
 
 WRITTEN ON THE SEA-SHORE. 
 
 How awful how sublime this view, 
 Each day presenting something new. 
 Hark 1 now the seas majestic roar. 
 And now the birds their warblings pour ; 
 Now yonder lark's sweet notes resound, 
 And now an awful stillness reigns around. 
 
 F. D. B. AGED 10.
 
 MORNING. 
 
 Now rosy morning clad in light, 
 Dispels the darkling clouds of night, 
 The sun in gold and purple drest, 
 Illumines all adown the east; 
 The sky-lark flies on soaring wings, 
 And as he mounts to heav'n, thus sings : 
 " Arise, ye slothful mortals, rise I 
 See me ascending to the skies : 
 Ye never taste the joys of dawn, 
 Ye never roam the dewy lawn, 
 Ye see not Phoebus risina; now, 
 Tinging with gold the mountain's brow ; 
 Ye ne'er remark the smiling land, 
 Nor see the early flowers expand. 
 Then rise ye slothful mortals, rise, 
 See, I am mounting to the skies." 
 
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 ON 
 
 TFIE DEATH OF MY DEAR SISTER ELIZA. 
 
 INSCniBKD TO MY MOTHER. 
 
 If Spotless innocence, and truth refin'd, 
 
 With every virtue of the feeling mind ; 
 
 If these can raise to heaven's eternal sphere, 
 
 Be comforted — Eliza's surely there. 
 
 Oh, hark! I hear the immortal spirit sing: 
 
 " I rise above on li^ht etiiereal wint;; 
 
 " Then weep no more; ah I cease those flowing tears, 
 
 " No more Eliza death or sickness fears; 
 
 " Earth and its fading pleasures far behind, 
 
 " In heaven a happv. happy seat I find.
 
 " Mourn not for me — 'tis you I mourn for now ; 
 
 " I soar on high, while you remain below. 
 
 " In heaven we all at length sliall meet again, 
 
 " Where all is happiness, all free from pain. 
 
 " Then weep no more ; ah I cease those flowing tears ; 
 
 " No more my spirit death or sickness fears." 
 
 PITY; 
 
 AN ALLEGOnr, VERSIFIED. 
 
 In that blest age when never care annoy" d, 
 
 Nor mortals' peace by discord was destroy'd, 
 
 A happy pair descended from above. 
 
 And gods and mortals nam'd them Joy and Love. 
 
 Together had they seen each opening day. 
 
 Together shar'd each sportive infant play ; 
 
 In riper years with glowing warmth they lov'd ; 
 
 Jove saw their passion and his nod approv'd. 
 
 Long happy did they live, when cruel fate 
 
 From bliss to misery chang'd their envied state. 
 
 Mankind grew wicked and the gods severe, 
 
 And Jove's dread anger shook the trembling sphere. 
 
 To Joy he sent his high behest to fly 
 
 On silken pinions to her native sky.
 
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 Reluctant she obeys, but Love remains, 
 By Hope his nurse, led to Arcadia's plains : 
 When from his starry throne, the mighty Jove 
 In thunder spoke : " Let Sorrow wed to Love !" 
 The awful stern command Love trembling hears ; 
 Sorrow was haggard, pale, and worn with tears, 
 Her hollow eyes and pallid cheeks confest. 
 That hapless misery " knows not where to rest." 
 Forc'd to submit. Love's efforts were in vain; 
 The thunderer's word must ever firm remain. 
 No nymphs and swains to grace the nuptial day 
 Approach, no smiling Cupids round them play; 
 No festal dance was there, no husband's pride. 
 For Love in sadness met his joyless brid^. 
 One child, one tender girl, to Love she bore. 
 Who all her father's pensive beauty wore ; 
 So soft her aspect, the Arcadian swains 
 Had nam'd her Pity — and her name remains. 
 In early youth for others' woe she felt ; 
 
 Adversity had taught her how to melt. 
 
 Love's myrtle. Sorrow's cypress she combin'd. 
 
 And form'd a wreath which round her forehead twin'd. 
 
 She oft sat musing in Arcadia's shades. 
 
 And play'd her lute to charm the native maids. 
 
 A ring-dove flew for safety to her breast; 
 
 A robin in her cottage built its nest.
 
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 Her mother's steps she follows close ; to bind 
 Those wounds her mother made : divinely kind, 
 Into each troubled heart she pours her balm, 
 And brings the mind a transitory calm. 
 But both are mortal ; and when fitdes the earth, 
 The nymph shall die, with her who gave her birth ; 
 Then, to elysium Love shall wing his flight, 
 And he and Joy for ever re-unite. 
 
 F. D. B. AGED 11. 
 
 ON THE 16th DECEMBER, BEING AS FINE AS MAY-DAY. 
 
 Unlike December's frown this gladsome day 
 Inspires my bosom, and invites my lay. 
 The sun meridian darting from on high, 
 Lights the gay scene, and brightens all the sky ; 
 Soft rolls the glassy main; the lightsome breeze 
 Brings to my heart serenity and ease. 
 Here calmness reigns ; nought but the lowing herds, 
 The waters falling, and the twittering birds. 
 Invade the ear ; here, in this tranquil scene, 
 Far from the notice and the noise of men. 
 Here, could I peaceful live, nor breathe a sigh 
 For gayer views, and happy could I die.
 
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 TO FANCY. 
 
 Oh I thou visionary Queen, 
 
 I love thy wild and fairy scene, 
 
 Bid for me thy landscape glow; 
 
 To thee my first effusions flow. 
 
 I court the dreams that banish care, 
 
 And hail thy palace of the air. 
 
 Oh I bless thy youthful poet's hours, 
 
 And let me cull thy sweetest flowers. 
 Ever can thy magic please, 
 And give to care a transient ease. 
 
 View the poor man toiling hard, 
 
 Of J:he joys of life debarr'd. 
 
 Thy power his lovely dream will bless, 
 
 In thy brightest rainbow dress-; 
 
 With flattering pleasures round him smile. 
 
 In soft enchantment for a while. 
 
 Thy dear illusions melt away; 
 
 Ye heavenly visions, why decay I 
 
 Oh I thou visionary maid, 
 
 Form'd to brighten life's dark sliade. 
 
 Let me soar with thee on hi<j;b. 
 To realms of immortality I
 
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 Hope, thy sister, airy queen, 
 Forms with thee her lovely scene. 
 " Oh I thou visionary maid," 
 Lend my soul thy magic aid. 
 To cheer with rainbows every shade. 
 
 THE SPARTAN MOTHER AND HER SON, 
 
 Mother. 
 
 My son, let virtue animate thy breast ; 
 
 Fly to the battle — spurn inglorious rest ! 
 
 Take up the spear and lance — with ardour go, 
 
 March proudly forward to repel the foe I 
 
 Let all the spirit of thy noble sire, 
 
 With rising energy thy soul inspire I 
 
 Thy bleeding country calls thee to the fight, 
 
 And duty prompts thee to defend the right. 
 
 Fly swiftly, Isadas, for glory says, 
 
 " Why dost thou waste in peace thy slothful days ?" 
 
 Son. 
 
 I go my mother, for the deathless crown 
 Which fires the youthful hero to renown! 
 And if thy soldier shall return to thee, 
 And bring the laurel-wreath of victory.
 
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 Ah I let the tribute of thy praise impart, 
 The dearest pleasure of my glowing heait. 
 And should I fall — oh ! be my glorious grave 
 Crown'd with the patriot-honours of the brave. 
 Think that I died in virtue's sacred cause; 
 Think that I died to win her bright applause. 
 
 Mother. 
 
 My noble Isadas, to me what pride, 
 
 Wert thou to die — as thy brave father died! 
 
 Go, young enthusiast, to the battle go, 
 
 Repel with native zeal the daring foe. 
 
 Oh I that I were a bird, with thee I'd fly, 
 
 And search the ranks among with piercing eye, 
 
 For thee my son : thy actions brave I'd mark. 
 
 And grave them in my breast. But hark I oh, hark I 
 
 The martial trumpet sounds to war's alarms ; 
 Farewel I my hero, haste thee from my arms. 
 
 Son. 
 
 Adieu ! my mother, if with glory crown'd 
 Home I return not, scarr'd with many a wound, 
 I'll bravely fall in battle's rushing tide ; 
 Conquer or die — " as my brave father died !"
 
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 THE REIGN OF DECEMBER. 
 
 In winter awful, lovely in the spring, 
 
 Romantic Cambria hail I to thee I sing. 
 
 No longer now I view thy verdant trees, 
 
 Thy joyous harvest waving to the breeze ; 
 
 I, 
 Thy mountain streams, thy vallies filled with corn, 
 
 Thy larks which fly to greet the roseate morn ; 
 
 Thy summer sun cheering all nature round. 
 
 Thy meads with Flora's early primrose crown'd ; 
 
 The stores Pomona's liberal hand bestows, 
 
 And from her lap in rich profusion throws : 
 
 Of these no more I sing ; those cheerful days 
 
 Are fled, and Avinter claims my pensive lays. 
 
 Yet even in winter charms may oft be view'd, 
 
 If by the philosophic mind pursu'd : 
 
 Yes, even in chilling frost, and blustering wind, 
 
 The grandeur of the Almighty Power we find. 
 
 Do not the winds aloud his praise declare ? 
 
 Look at the snowy hills — we view him there I 
 
 Whether by cold we're nipp'd, or heat oppress'd. 
 
 In either is the Great Supreme confess'd. 
 
 But let me now assume the festive song. 
 
 And to the lyre let sportive notes belong ; 
 
 For all th' endearments of the social powers, 
 
 Shall bless Decembers consecrated hours.
 
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 Now tho' joyful summer's lied, 
 
 Why regret her garlands dead I 
 
 For in the winter we can see 
 
 The beauties of variety. 
 
 And if 'twere summer all the year, 
 
 Variety would ne'er appear ; 
 
 But in the seasons movins; round. 
 
 If sought for, she is always found ; 
 
 Then tho' summer's reign is fled, 
 
 Mourn not if the flowers be dead ; 
 
 Tasteless would she ever be, 
 
 Wanting sweet variety. 
 
 Hail I then, December's pleasing reign. 
 
 In the wild enraptur'd strain ; 
 
 And let the winter sacred be 
 
 To mirth and hospitality. 
 
 TO HOPE. 
 
 Fair enchantress gaily kind, 
 
 Sweet the dream inspir'd by thee ; 
 
 Ever bless thy poet's mind 
 With thy heavenly energy I 
 
 Thine, oh I Hope, the magic art. 
 
 To charm the sorrows of the heart ; 
 
 To chase the fond, the plaintive sigh, 
 
 With visions of felicity !
 
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 Ah I when real joys are o'er, 
 And love and peace delight no more, 
 Then thy melting syren-voice 
 Bids the pensive mind rejoice. 
 Ah I thy dreams are too beguiling; 
 Ah I thy prospect is too smiling. 
 Welcome still thy dear illusions ; 
 Ever sweet thy wild effusions ; 
 " Fair enchantress, gaily kind, 
 Ever bless thy poet's mind I" 
 Thine th' inspiring song of peace, 
 ' Soon the plaint of woe shall cease ; 
 Soon again a brighter guest 
 Calm the mournins; soul to rest. 
 Roses in thy path shall bloom ; 
 Think; oh I think of joys to come I 
 Come Hope, and all my steps attend, 
 Oh I ever be my bosom-friend ; 
 To me thy fairest dreams impart, 
 And whisper comfort to my heart. 
 Oh I shed thy sweet enchanting ray, 
 To bless my wild romantic way. 
 In thy magic scene we view 
 Gay delusions, seeming true. 
 " Sweet musician, gaily kind, 
 Ever bless thy poets mind I"
 
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 TO FRIENDSHIP. 
 
 Oh I Friendship, sweetest, exquisite delight, 
 For fine according spirits fbrm'd alone! 
 
 'Tis thine our feeling bosoms to unite, 
 
 And youthful hearts thy melting ardours own. 
 
 To give the mind its animated glow. 
 Kindle the languid virtues to a Hame, 
 
 To bid the genial tear of pity flow. 
 
 To raise the " blushes of ingenuous shame," 
 
 These arts, oh I child of sympathy, are thine; 
 
 And I will bless thy consecrated power ; 
 Will pour my early oflenng at thy shrine, 
 
 And oft invoke thee in the pensive hour. 
 
 Ah I when our brightest prospects fade away, 
 
 And Hope shall cease her glowing hues to blend : 
 
 Then, when the bright illusive scenes decay, 
 'Tis then we prove the blessings of a friend. 
 
 Diffuse thy influence o'er my youthful mind, 
 
 The artless song I dedicate to thee ; 
 What pleasing sorrows oft in thee we find, 
 
 Oh I child of tender sensibility.
 
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 With thee in pensive pleasure I would melt ; 
 
 To me thy raptures, thy endearments give : 
 Oh I ye, who these according joys have felt, 
 
 Say, with a generous friend, how sweet to grieve. 
 
 Oh I yes, we love our sorrows to impart. 
 And meet our comfort from a kindred heart; 
 The elevated soul, by thee refin'd, 
 Once to thy dear enchanting sway resign'd, 
 Shall ever pour the genuine vow to thee, 
 Oh I child of tender sensibility. 
 
 THE 
 
 RETURN OF THE MARINERS. 
 
 When the blythe manners with glowing hearts, 
 
 Guide the proud vessel to their native shore, 
 Then Hope the animating lay imparts. 
 
 And whispers of the rapture yet in store. 
 Their spreading sails the lingering breezes gain, 
 The airy streamers waving o'er the main ; 
 That main, which causes many a heart to mourn, 
 Now softly rolls to favour their return.
 
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 Now, with the balmy summer gale they glide ; 
 
 Ah! soon the seaman hopes to meet his bride. 
 
 Now, to the coast enraptur'd they advance, 
 
 While o'er the wave the setting sun-beams dance. 
 
 Now shouts of joy, impetuous joy, arise, 
 
 The cliffs of Albion meet their sparkling eyes ; 
 
 With ardent cheers they hail the native shore, 
 
 " Our toil, our care, our dangers, are no more." 
 
 No more from love the mariners will roam. 
 
 But dwell with peace and festive mirth at home. 
 
 And now they spring exulting from the wave, 
 
 To meet the sacred honours of the brave ; 
 
 Their friends, their loves, they welcome on the strand. 
 
 And acclamations greet them as they land. 
 
 Ah ! then the tears of manly transport flow. 
 
 The tears that bid the generous bosom glow. 
 
 He who could stand by battle compass'd round, 
 
 Stand unconcern'd, nor heed the deathful wound ; 
 
 He, who could boldly face the cannon's roar, 
 
 Now melts in tears, to see his native shore. 
 
 Then let my country's lasting honours crown 
 
 The brave defenders of her bright renown ; 
 
 With rapture hail the heroes of the wave, 
 
 Or strew her weeping laurels on their grave.
 
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 ADDRESS TO THE DEITY. 
 
 The infant muse, Jehovah I would aspire 
 
 To swell the adoration of the lyre : 
 
 Source of all good, oh 1 teach my voice to sing, 
 
 Thee, from whom nature's genuine beauties spring ; 
 
 Thee, God of truth, omnipotent and wise. 
 
 Who saidst to Chaos, " let the earth arise." 
 
 Oh I author of the rich lu.xuriant year, 
 
 Love, truth, and mercy, in thy works appear: 
 
 Within their orbs the planets dost thou keep, 
 
 And even hast limited the mighty deep. 
 
 Oh I could I number thy inspiring ways, 
 
 And wake the voice of animated praise ! 
 
 Ah, no I the theme shall swell a cherub's note ; 
 
 To thee celestial hymns of rapture float. 
 
 'Tis not for me, in lowly strains to sing 
 
 Thee, God of mercy, — heav'n's immortal king. 
 
 Yet to that happiness I'd fain aspire ; 
 
 Oh I fill my heart with elevated fire ; 
 
 With angel-songs an artless voice shall blend, 
 
 The grateful offering shall to thee ascend. 
 
 Yes I thou wilt breathe a spirit o'er my lyre, 
 
 And " fill my beating heart with sacred fire I" 
 
 And when to thee my youth, my life, I've giv'n, 
 
 Raise me, to join Eliza, blest in heav'n.
 
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 TO INDEPENDENCE. 
 
 Hail I Independence, source of blessings, hail I 
 
 Nurse of the towering thought, the gallant deed ; 
 When blest by thee how sweet the simple vale, 
 
 How charms with thee the brook, th' enamell'd mead ! 
 And when the lark, the messenger of day, 
 
 Proclaims the roseate morn will soon appear ; 
 With thee what melody inspires the lay,. 
 
 How soft the carol, how distinct, how clean 
 With thee how doubly fair by Cynthia's beam, 
 
 The starry lamps resplendent in the sky : 
 How gently flows the chrystal purling stream, 
 
 How radiant Phoebus meets the dazzled eye. 
 With thee how jocund fleets th' ecstatic hour. 
 How shine the lucid drops which bend the flower ; 
 How gay the sylvan scene, whene'er we rove, 
 Waudering with thee, and Avith the maid we love.
 
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 TO THE MOON. 
 
 Cyllene risel yon osier trees, 
 Waving their branches to the breeze, 
 Court thee in hollow gentle sighs. 
 And whisper, " Fair Cyllene rj^e." 
 
 Heaven's canopy is studded briglit, 
 With countless stars, in streams of light ; 
 Yet what avail their beams divine, 
 If thou fair queen, refuse to shine ? 
 
 The shepherd's lute with sprightly sound 
 Awakes the mountain echoes round ; 
 And as the waibling cadence dies, 
 It murmurs forth, " Cyllene rise." 
 
 Down in yon vale the minstrel's hand 
 Strikes the loud harp to glory's band ; 
 And as the glowing theme's pursu'd, 
 Feels all his youthful fires renew 'd. 
 
 And now to thee he tunes the lay. 
 And courts thy soft and placid ray ; 
 Romantic melody awakes the skies, 
 To thee he carols, " Fair Cyllene rise."
 
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 YOUTH. 
 
 Oh I halcyon Youth, delightful hours, 
 When not a cloud of sorrow lowers; 
 When every moment wings its flight, 
 To waft new joy and new delight. 
 Kind, unsuspecting, and sincere, 
 Youth knows no pang, no jealous fear; 
 And sprightly Health, with cherub face, 
 Enlivens ev'ry opening grace; 
 And laughing Pleasure hovers near. 
 And tranquil Peace to youth is dear. 
 If Sorrow heave the little breast, 
 There plaintive sorrow cannot rest ; 
 For swiftly flies the transient pain, 
 And Pleasure re-assumes her reign. 
 The tale the sons of woe impart, 
 Vibrates upon the youthful heart ; 
 The soul is open to belief, 
 And Pity flies to soften grief. 
 Hope with sweet expressive eye. 
 Mirth, and gay Felicity, 
 Fancy in her lively dress, 
 Pity who delights to bless ; 
 Innocence, and candid Truth, 
 These and more attend on Youth.
 
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 HYMN. 
 
 Great God ! at whose " creative word," 
 Arising Nature own'd her Lord ; 
 At whose behest, from gloomy night 
 The earth arose in order bright I 
 To whom the ppet swells throng, 
 And cherub's loftier notes belono; : 
 To Thee be glory, honour, praise ; 
 Great God I who canst depress or raise. 
 
 Say all ye learned, all ye wise, 
 What towering pillars prop the skies ? 
 What massy chain suspends the earth ? 
 'Tis His high power who gave it birth. 
 'Tis He who sends the grateful shower ; 
 'Tis He who paints the glowing flower. 
 Let the loud anthem raise the strain, 
 While echo murmurs it again. 
 
 And ye who wander o'er the sheaf-crown'd fields, 
 Praise Him for all the plenty harvest yields ; 
 Let harp and voice their swelling notes combine, 
 To praise all nature's God, the architect divine
 
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 THE EXILE. 
 
 Why memory recal the chearful hours, 
 The tranquil time that never can return ; 
 
 When gaily wandering in my native bowers, 
 I once was smiling as the summer morn. 
 
 And why recal my early friendslijps dear, 
 
 Why lead my thoughts to fond illusions past : 
 
 They claim the plaintive tribute of a tear ; 
 I weep for dreams of joy that fled so fast. 
 
 Ah ! still will Fancy all the scenes revive, 
 
 The favorite scenes that charm'd my youthful breast ; 
 
 She bids them now in softer colours live, 
 And paints the cottage of domestic rest. 
 
 When pleasure lighted up my sparkling eye, 
 And on swift pinions flew the social day ; 
 
 Ah ! then I pour'd the simple melody, 
 To hail the brilliance of the matin ray. 
 
 Ah ! still retentive only to my woe, 
 
 Will memory trace the picture of my cot ; 
 
 And while in vain the tears of sorrow flow, 
 I rove in fancy to the sacred spot :
 
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 There fragrant woodbines form'd a mantling bower ; 
 
 And there I planted the luxuriant vine ; 
 There love and friendship bless'd the festive hour, 
 
 While every rural happiness was mine. 
 
 Ah I thus will "sadly-pleasing" memory dwell 
 On all the hopes, the fond illusions o'er ; 
 
 And still with touching power she loves to tell, 
 Of happy moments to return no more. 
 
 THE LILY OF THE VALE. 
 
 See bending to the gentle gale, 
 The modest lily of the vale ; 
 Hid in its leaf of tender green, 
 Mark its soft and simple mien. 
 Thus sometimes Merit blooms retir'd. 
 By genius, taste, and fancy fir'd ; 
 And thus 'tis oft the wanderer's lot. 
 To rove to Merit's peaceful cot. 
 As I have found the lily sweet, 
 That blossoms in this wild retreat.
 
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 INVOCATION TO THE FAIRIES. 
 
 FOR 1*1V SlSTEtt S GttOTTO. 
 
 Fays and Fairies haste uwuyl 
 This is Harriel's holiday : 
 Bring the lyre, and bring the lute. 
 Bring the sweetly-breathing flute ; 
 Wreaths of cowslips hither bring, 
 All the honours of the spring ; 
 Adorn the grot with all that's gay. 
 Fays and Fairies haste away.
 
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 Bring the vine to Bacchus dear, 
 Bring the purple lilac here, 
 Festoons of roses, sweetest flower. 
 The yellow primrose of the bower, 
 Blue-ey'd violets wet with deWj 
 Bring the clustering woodbine too. 
 Bring in baskets made of rush. 
 The cherry with its ripen'd blush, 
 The downy peach, so soft so fair. 
 The luscious grape, the mellow pear : 
 These to Harriet hither bring. 
 And sweetly in return she'll sing. 
 Be the brilliant grotto scene 
 The palace of the Fairy Qiieen. 
 Form the sprightly circling dance, 
 Fairies here your steps advance ; 
 To the harp's soft dulcet sound. 
 Let your footsteps lightly bound. 
 Unveil your forms to mortal eye; 
 Let Harriet view your revelry.
 
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 LIBERTY. 
 
 AN ODE. 
 
 Where the bold rock majestic towers on high, 
 
 Projecting to the sky ; 
 Where the impetuous torrent's rapid course 
 
 Dashes with headlong force ; 
 Where scenes less wild less awful meet the eye, 
 
 And cultur'd vales and cottages appear ; 
 Where softer tints the mellow landscape dye, 
 More simply beautiful, more fondly dear ; 
 There sportive Liberty delights to rove, 
 
 To rove unseen. 
 In the dell, or in the grove, 
 
 'Midst woodlands green. 
 
 And when placid eve advancing, 
 
 Faintly shadows all the ground ; 
 Liberty with Hebe dancing, 
 
 Wanders through the meads around. 
 
 Fair wreaths of brightest flowers she loves to twine, 
 
 Moss-rose, and blue-bell wild; 
 The pink, the hyacinth with these combine, 
 
 And azure violet, nature's sweetest child J
 
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 When the moon beam silvery streaming, 
 Pierces through the myrtle shade ; 
 
 Then her eye with pleasure beaming, 
 She trips along the sylvan glade. 
 
 She loves to sing in accents soft. 
 When the wood-lark soars aloft ; 
 She loves to wake the sprightly horn, 
 And swell the joyful note to celebrate the morn 
 
 In the dell, or in the grove, 
 Liberty delights to rove ; 
 By the ruin'd moss-grown tower. 
 By the wood-land, or the boAver; 
 On the summit thence to view, 
 The landscape clad in varied hue. 
 By the hedge-row on the lawn. 
 Sporting with the playful fawn ; 
 Where the Avinding river flows, 
 And the pensile osier grows, 
 In the cool impervious grove, 
 Liberty delights to rove.
 
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 HYMN. 
 
 Oh I thou Creator, Father, Friend, 
 Source of all blessings mortals prize, 
 
 Let nature's praise to thee ascend. 
 In swelling chorus to the skies. 
 
 Most high, ineffable, supreme, 
 Celestial, awful, brightest bright ; 
 
 The cherubim's inspiring theme, 
 
 Enrob'd in glory, crown'd with light I 
 
 When solemn thunders distant roll, 
 And when the vivid lightnings dart. 
 
 They strike upon th' astonish'd soul, 
 And speak thy pow'r to ev'ry heart. 
 
 TO A BEAUTIFUL VINE AND A ROSE-BUSH. 
 
 Thou fair expanding mossy-rose, 
 
 Long may thy opening foliage twine 
 With this luxuriant cluster'd vine; 
 
 Which round thee wreathes its tender boughs.
 
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 Fair vine, long may thy leaves extend, 
 While o-entle showers refresh thy root ; 
 
 Long may thy graceful branches bend, 
 Enrich'd with purpling luscious fruit. 
 
 Sweet rose, long may thy flow'rs receive 
 The lucid tears of morn and eve ; 
 Long mayst thou in profusion spread, 
 Thy straying buds of brigtiiest red. 
 
 ODE TO THE EVENINGr STAR. 
 
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 Lovely Hesperus arise, 
 
 Why so tardy, glittering star ? 
 See already in the skies, 
 
 Cynthia guides her beaming car. 
 
 The night is placid, sweet, and clear, 
 Hesperus, appear, appear. 
 
 Deign tliis festive eve to bless, 
 
 Thou, than glowing gems more bright I 
 Beaming in thy fairest dress, 
 Shed thy lustre on the night. 
 
 Auspicious Hesperus, appear, 
 In thy radiance, soft a'nd clear. 
 
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 From the busy world retiring, 
 
 Now the pensive eve we hail ; 
 Let thy ray so calm inspiring, 
 Cheer us in this happy vale : 
 Hesperus, arise, arise. 
 Shine amid the azure skies. 
 
 Light as gossamer that's borne 
 
 Floating on the breath of morn ; 
 Light as fays that haunt the shade, 
 We lead the dance along the glade : 
 Hesper with thy light serene, 
 Gild the merry merry scene. 
 
 TO 
 
 MV BRxrriiER AND SISTER, IN THE COUNTRY 
 
 M Rn^EX IN LONDON. 
 
 Happy soon Ave' 11 meet again, 
 • Free from sorrow, care, and pain ; 
 Soon again we'll rise with dawn, 
 To roam the verdant dewy lawn. 
 Soon the buddina; leaves we'll hail. 
 Or wander through the well-known vale;
 
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 Or weave the smiling wreath of flowers, 
 
 And sport away the li^ht-wing'd hours. 
 
 Soon Ave 11 run the agile race, 
 
 Soon, dear play-mates, we'll embrace ; 
 
 Through the wheat-field or the grove, 
 
 We'll hand in hand delighted rove ; 
 
 Or, beneath some spreading oak, 
 
 Ponder the instructive book ; 
 
 Or view the ships that swiftly glide, 
 
 Floating on the peaceful tide : 
 
 Or raise again the caroll'd lay ; 
 
 Or join again in mirthful play ; 
 
 Or listen to the humming bees, 
 
 As their murmurs swell the breeze ; 
 
 Or seek the primrose where it springs ; 
 
 Or chase the fly with painted wings : 
 
 Or talk amidst the arbour's shade ; 
 
 Or mark the tender shooting blade ; 
 
 Or stray beside the babbling stream. 
 
 When Luna sheds her placid beam ; 
 
 Or gaze upon the glassy sea ; 
 
 Happy, happy, shall we be.
 
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 ASTRE DE LA NUIT. 
 
 (Vat ANNA COXE, ag£c de douzc ans et demi.) 
 
 Belle astre de la nuit charmante, 
 Aimable et clairvoyante ; 
 Que je t'aime, que je t'adore, 
 Qiiand tu disparais avant I'aurore. 
 
 Rivale timlde de la lune modeste, 
 Encore plus belle, et plus celeste ; 
 Brillante avec eclat dans I'air, 
 Parml le doux atmosphere. 
 
 Continue oh I belle astre luisante, 
 De guider mes pas errants ; 
 Et de soiree en soiree, 
 Eclairer mes promenades egarees. 
 
 TRANSLATION. 
 
 Heavenly star of loveVy nigiit, 
 Glittering in the azure sky, 
 
 How I love thy halo bright, 
 
 \^'hen stealing from Aurora's eye.
 
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 Rival of Phoebe's placid gleam, 
 Still more celestial is thy beam ; 
 How brilliant is thy lustre clear, 
 Amidst the balmy atmosphere. 
 
 Continue lucent shining star, 
 To guide my wandering steps afar 
 And still each evening as I stray, 
 Shed o'er my walk thy silver ray. 
 
 F. D. B. 
 
 CHANSON. 
 
 (written in LONDON.) 
 
 QjJAND j'etois en Galles, ce pays charmant, 
 
 Avec mes oiseaux, 
 
 Pres de mes ruisseaux ; 
 Mes ruisseaux si transparens ; 
 
 Parmis les vallees 
 
 Humides de rosee ; 
 
 De doux eglantiers, 
 
 Je fus couronnee: 
 Oh ! que je me trouvois toujours gaie. 
 
 F. I), r..
 
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 THE APRIL MORN. 
 
 Now a smile, and now a frown; 
 Brightening now, and now cast down ; 
 Now 'tis cheerful, now it lowers ; 
 Yet sunshine in the midst of showers. 
 
 Now the sky is calm and clear ; 
 Now the frowning clouds appear: 
 Evanescent soon they fly ; 
 Calm and clear again the sky. 
 
 Such the face which April wears, 
 Now in smiles, and now in tears ; 
 Like the life we lead below. 
 Full of joy, and full of woe. 
 
 Lovely prospects now arise ; 
 Vanish now before our eyes : 
 Yet, amid the clouds of grief. 
 Still a sun-beam sheds relief. 
 Like the face vvhich April wears, 
 Now in smiles, and now in tears.
 
 ODE TO MIRTH. 
 
 Thou, oh I Mirth, with laughing eye. 
 Spread thy empire o'er my soul ; 
 
 No cares obtrude when thou art by, 
 To crown the bright nectareous bowl. 
 
 Leave the rich to pomp and splendour ; 
 Happiness they cannot render. 
 Let the miser heap his hoard ; 
 Mirth shall bless the festive board. 
 Friendship arid the smiling muse 
 Their influence all around diffuse.
 
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 Now the flute with mellow sound 
 
 Invites thee to the feast ; 
 The lively hautboy echoes round, 
 
 We form the sprightly jest. 
 
 O'er the mantling generous wine, 
 Good humour and delight combine : 
 Genial Pleasure for a while, 
 Bids her votaries gaily smile. 
 Pleasure twines the rosy wreath, 
 And bids inspiring music breathe, 
 While we lead the circling dance ; 
 Oh I Mirth, to join the airy maze, advance. 
 
 Mirth has heard the festive measure, 
 We devote the day to pleasure ; 
 Let the miser heap his hoard, 
 Mirth shall crown the social board. 
 
 CEBA. 
 
 AN INDIAN LOVE SONG. 
 
 Smooth the ocean's glassy breast. 
 The winds and waves are luU'd to rest ; 
 Zephyr, breathing soft and calm, 
 Whispers through the grove of palm :
 
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 Haste, my Ceba to the bower, 
 Love demands one social hour ; 
 Here the tamarind waves its head, 
 And weeping gums their spicy riches shed. 
 
 Come listen to the pleasing sound 
 Of all the dashing falls around ; 
 Of all the birds that sweetly sing, 
 While the mountain-echoes ring : 
 To me their carols seem to say, 
 " Lovely Ceba, haste away." 
 Here the tamarind waves its head, 
 And weeping gums their amber riches shed. 
 
 Come, repose my lovely maid. 
 Beneath the arching plaintain's shade ; 
 Hasten Ceba, hasten here. 
 Fragrant lemons blossom near ; 
 Long lianas, blue and red. 
 Fringing o'er the rocks are spread ; 
 Here the tamarind waves its head, 
 And weeping gums their balmy riches shed. 
 Hasten, hasten, then my love, 
 To the arbour, to the grove.
 
 THE RUINED CASTLE. 
 
 Oh I let me sigh to think this ruin'd pile 
 Was favour'd once with fortune's radiant smile ; 
 These moss-grown battlements, these ivy'd towers, 
 Have seen prosperity's uncertain hours ; 
 Their heroes triumph'd in the scenes of" war, 
 While victory foUow'd in her trophied car. 
 Here, where I muse in meditation's arms. 
 Perhaps the battle raged with loud alarms ; 
 Here glory's crimson banner waving spread, 
 While laurel crowns entwin'd the victor's head ; 
 And here, perhaps, with many a plaintive tear. 
 The mourner has bedew'd the soldier's bier. 
 The scene of conquest pensive fancy draws, 
 Where thousands fell, enthusiasts in their cause.
 
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 Yon turret, moulder'd by the hand of time, 
 Shaded by silver ash and spreading lime. 
 Was once, perhaps, the hall of mirth and joy, 
 Where warriors sought no longer to destroy ; 
 And where, perhaps, the hoary-headed sage, 
 Would lead them o'er the animating page ; 
 Where history points to glorious ages fled, 
 And tells the noble actions of the dead. 
 Still fancy with a magic power recalls 
 The time, when trophies grac'd the lofty walls: 
 When with enchanting spells the minstrel's art, 
 Could soften and inspire the melting heart ; 
 Could raise the glowing elevated flame. 
 And bid the youthful soldier pant for fame : 
 While deeds of glory were the themes he sung. 
 The pleasant harp in wild accordance rung. 
 Ah 1 where is now the warrior's ardent fire ? 
 Where now the tuneful spirit of the lyre ? 
 The warrior sleeps ; the minstrel's lay is still ; 
 No songs of triumph echo from the hill. 
 Ah I yet the weeping niuse shall love to sigh. 
 And trace again thy fallen majesty ; 
 And still shall Fancy linger on t)ie theme. 
 While forms of heroes animate her dream.
 
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 JEU D'ESPRIT. 
 
 Fancy lend thy magic aid, 
 
 Let me draw a heavenly maid. 
 
 Bring the azure of the sky, 
 
 For the fair one's lovely eye ; 
 
 Join the rose-bud's damask glow 
 
 To the lustre of the snow ; 
 
 Juno's dignity of mien, 
 
 Venus' smile and look serene ; 
 
 Taste and genius to excel; 
 
 All that fabling poets tell 
 
 Of the Goddesses divine, 
 
 The Graces, or the Sister Nine ; 
 
 Native elegance refin'd, 
 
 Lovely person, lovely mind : 
 
 To these add candour, pity, truth. 
 
 All that can embellish youth. 
 
 Now the finished picture see. 
 
 Sportive Fancy's jeu d'esprit.
 
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 TO MY BROTHER. 
 
 Muse of friendship Avake the lyre, 
 
 Strike it with unwonted fire ; 
 
 Now my brother asks the lay, 
 
 The pleasing tribute let me pay. 
 
 Let the measure softly flow, 
 
 To give him all the thanks I owe ; 
 
 To wish him all my heart would say, 
 
 All that's happy, all that's gay. 
 
 Cherub health with beaming eye, 
 
 Well-deserv'd prosperity, 
 
 Joy and honour, fortune, fame, 
 
 All that merit e'er can claim ; 
 
 luAvard peace with placid mien, 
 
 And domestic joy serene. 
 
 May Heaven propitious deign to hear, 
 
 This a sister's genuine prayer.
 
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 MELANCHOLY 
 
 When autumn shadows tint the waving trees, 
 When fading foliage Hies upon the breeze ; 
 When evening mellows all the glowing scene, 
 
 And the mild dew descends in drops of balm ; 
 When the sweet landscape placid and serene, 
 
 Inspires the bosom with a pensive calm ; 
 Ah I then I love to linger in the vale, 
 And hear the bird of eve's romantic tale ; 
 I love the rocky sea-beach to explore, 
 Where the clear wave flows murmuring to the shore ; 
 To hear the shepherd's plaintive music sound. 
 While Echo answers from the woods around ; 
 To watch the twilight spread a gentle veil 
 Of melting shadows o'er the grassy dale. 
 To view the smile of evening on the sea ; 
 Ah I these are pleasures ever dear to me. 
 To wander with the melancholy muse, 
 Where waving trees their pensive shade difiuse. 
 Then by some secret charm the soften'd mind 
 Soars high in contemplation unconfin'd, 
 To melancholy and the muse resign'd.
 
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 FAIRV SONG. 
 
 All my life is joy and pleasure, 
 Sportive as my tuneful measure ; 
 In the rose's cup I dwell, 
 Balmy sweets perfume my cell ; 
 My food the crimson luscious cherry, 
 And the vine's luxurious berry ; 
 The nectar of the dew is mine ; 
 Nectar from the flowers divine. 
 And when I join the fairy band, 
 Lightly tripping hand in hand, 
 By the moonlight's quivering beam, 
 In concert with the dashing stream ; 
 Then my music leads the dance. 
 When the gentle fays advance ; 
 And oft my numbers on the green. 
 Lull to rest the fairy queen. 
 " All my life is joy and pleasure, 
 " Sportive as my airy measure."
 
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 SHAKSPEARE. 
 
 I LOVE to rove o'er history's page, 
 
 Recal the hero, and the sage ; 
 
 Revive the actions of the dead, 
 
 And memory of ages fled : 
 
 Yet it yields me greater pleasure. 
 
 To- read the poet's pleasing measure. 
 
 Led by Shakspeare, bard inspir'd. 
 
 The bosom's energies are fir'd ; 
 
 We learn to shed the generous tear. 
 
 O'er poor Ophelia's sacred bier : 
 
 To love the merry moonlight scene. 
 
 With fairy elves in vallies green ; 
 
 Or borne on Fancy's heavenly wings. 
 
 To listen while sweet Ariel sings. 
 
 How sweet the " native wood-notes wild" 
 
 Of him, the Muse's favorite child ; 
 
 Of him Avhose magic lays impart, 
 
 Each various feeling to the heart.
 
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 TO A BUTTERFLY. 
 
 Little fluttering beauteous fly, 
 
 With azure wing of soltest dye, 
 
 Hither fairy wanton hie. 
 
 Nor fear to lose thy liberty : 
 
 For I would view, thou silly thing, 
 
 The colours of thy velvet wing. 
 
 Its lovely melting tints outvie 
 
 The glories' of the summer sky. 
 
 Can pencil imitate the hue, 
 
 So soft, so delicate a blue ? 
 
 Well I know thy life is short. 
 
 One transient hour of idle sport : 
 
 Enjoy that little halcyon hour. 
 
 And kiss each fair and fragrant flower ; 
 
 No more I'll stay thy mazy flight. 
 
 For short thv moments of delight. 
 
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 WISDOM. 
 
 All Wisdom's ways are smooth and fair, 
 No treasures can with hers compare ; 
 More precious than the ruby bright, 
 She leads to honour and delight. 
 Seek her, and she is quickly found, 
 With never-fadino; olives crown'd. 
 Riches may fly within an hour, 
 Pale sickness wither beauty's flower, 
 Death may our dearest- friendships sever. 
 And rend the social tie for ever; 
 Ah I wliat but Wisdom then remains, 
 Td cheer tlie heart beneath its pains I 
 To bid each murmuring thought arise. 
 And soar with rapture to the skies. 
 She calms the passions of the breast, 
 With soothing hopes of futuie rest ; 
 And like a minister ol heaven. 
 She tells us " mortals are forgiven." 
 Then Ophir's gold to lier is nought, 
 Nor polished silver finely wrought ; 
 Nor all the jewels of the mine, 
 Compard with Wisdom's gem divine.
 
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 FLORA TO CLAUDE, ON HIS PLUCKING A ROSE. 
 
 Ah 1 you thoughtless cruel boy, 
 'Tis all your pleasure to destroy ; 
 Fairer was my blushing rose, 
 Than any fragrant flower that blows. 
 Already, lo I it droops and dies, 
 And all its lovely crimson flies. 
 'Twas I who breath'd the sweet perfume, 
 I shed the rich luxuriant bloom ; 
 And when the bud in embryo lay, 
 I chased the nipping blight away. 
 Twas I the silken texture spun: 
 Now ray work is all undone ; 
 And now I mourn my fairest flower, 
 The glory of my summer bower. 
 
 THE DREAM OF JOY. 
 
 In life's young morn, with fairy wiles, 
 Hope cheats the soul, and Fancy smiles; 
 They lull with flattering dreams of joy, 
 Ah I why must truth the dreams destroy
 
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 Those halcyon days too soon are past, 
 The lovely visions will not last ; 
 The golden dream of frolic joy, 
 Alas I ere lona; will truth destrov. 
 
 The glowing scene by fancy spread, 
 Gay hope by youthful ardour led. 
 The flattering dream of frolic joy, 
 All I soon, too soon will truth destroy. 
 
 SONG. 
 
 Why should we with fancied cares. 
 Shade the sun-shine hope bestows ; 
 
 When, alas I our being bears 
 But too many real woes ? 
 
 Time is cheating, life is fleeting', 
 Why then half its bliss destroy I 
 
 Friendship blessing, hope caressing, 
 Let us quafif the cup of joy.
 
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 THE BEE. 
 
 INSCRIBED TO !« Y SISTER. 
 
 Mark, how the neat assiduous bee, 
 Pattern of frugal industry, 
 
 Pursues her earnest toil ; 
 All day the pleasing task she plies. 
 And to her cell at evening hies, 
 
 Enrich'd with golden spoil. 
 
 She warns us to employ the hours. 
 
 In gathering stores from learning's flowers ; 
 
 For these will ever last : 
 These mental charms will fill the place 
 Of every beauty, every gr.ice, 
 
 When smiling youth is past. 
 
 INSCRIPTION FOR A COTTAGE. 
 
 Oh ! give me, Heaven, whate'er my lot, 
 Or in the palace, or the cot, 
 
 A noble generous mind; 
 Exalted in a lowly state. 
 At fortune's favours not elate. 
 
 To all her frowns resign'd.
 
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 SONG. 
 
 Say, does calm Contentment dwell, 
 In palace rich, or lowly cell ? 
 Fix'd to no peculiar spot, 
 Gilded rooms, or simple cot. 
 She will grace the courtly scene. 
 Or love to haunt the village g;recn : 
 Where Virtue dwells, Content must be. 
 And witli her Felicity. 
 
 HYMN. 
 
 Oh ! God of mercy, let my lyre 
 
 Speak with energetic fire ; 
 
 And teach my infant tongue to raise, 
 
 The grateful animated lavs. 
 
 While musing at thy hallow'd shrine, 
 
 I listen to thy word divine ; 
 
 I bless the page of genuine truth ; 
 
 Oh I may its precepts guide luy youth. 
 
 To Thee, thou Good Supreme I 1 bend, 
 
 Do thou the humble prayer atten.l. 
 
 F. D. ]{. AGED 12.
 
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 SONG OF ZEPHYRUS. 
 
 When sportive hours lead on the rosy spring, 
 
 Then in the frolic smiling train I come ; 
 And wander with the bee on sylphid wing, 
 
 To kiss each floweret in its tender bloom. 
 And at the fragrant time, the close of day, 
 
 Or at the sweet and pensive moonlight hour, 
 Then in the summer air I love to play. 
 
 And sport with Flora in the dewy bower. 
 Oft o'er the harp of winds with gentle si2;h, 
 
 I breathe a mellow note, a mournful lay ; 
 And then enraptur'd with the melody, 
 
 I list with pleasure till the sounds decay. 
 
 SACRED TO THE MEMORY OF LORD NELSON. 
 
 While British hearts with noble ardour alow. 
 
 Warm with the genuine spirit of the brave ; 
 Ah I still a grateful tear oi" joy must How, 
 
 The sacred tribute o'er a hero's giave. 
 
 Oh I yes, a sweet enthusiastic tear 
 
 Shall tremble in the generous Briton's eye ; 
 
 And own with melting energy sincere, 
 A Nelson's worth, a country's liberty,
 
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 The mournful muse shall consecrate his name 
 With all the inspiration of the lyre ; 
 
 And loyal bosoms kindling at his fame, 
 Shall glory in the patriotic fire. 
 
 And o'er the tomb that holds his sacred dust 
 Shall glory weave the brightest laurel crown ; 
 
 While in the noble records of the just, 
 
 His name shall live in virtue's fair renown. 
 
 HOLIDAY HOURS. 
 
 INSCnjBED TO MV BROTHER CLAUDE. 
 
 Dear boy, let us think of the pleasures in spring, 
 
 When the season is welcom'd with garlands of flowers ; 
 How thy moments will fly with delight on the wing, 
 
 How thy fancy will dwell on the holiday hours. 
 And sweet are those moments the young bosom knows, 
 
 Preceding the social endearments of home ; 
 Where maternal affection so tenderly glows, 
 
 And invokes the gay holiday pleasures to come. 
 And i<h I my sweet boy, when our years shall expand. 
 
 When we wander no more thro' our favorite bowers ; 
 Perliaps we may sigh for the pleasures so bland, 
 
 The sportive delights of the holiday hours.
 
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 SONNET TO THE MUSE OF PITY. 
 
 Oh I mistress of the melancholy song, 
 
 I love to bend before thy sacred shrine ; 
 To thee my fondest early vows belong, 
 
 For pity's melting tenderness is thine. 
 Thine is the harp of wild expressive tone, 
 
 'Tis thine to touch it with entrancing art ; 
 
 Till all thy numbers vibrate on the heart, 
 And sympathy delights thy powers to own. 
 Oh I sweetest muse of pity and of love, 
 
 In artless song thy plaintive lyre I hail ; 
 
 Be mine to weep with thee o'er sorrow's talc, 
 And oft thy pleasing visions may I prove. 
 
 " Thou mistress of the melancholy song, 
 
 " To thee my fondest early vows belong." 
 
 THE SONG OF A SERAPH. 
 
 '■^ Hark J ihey whisper, angels sa^, 
 
 ^^ Sister spirit ! come awai/ 1''^ pope. 
 
 Lo 1 the dream of life is o'er ; 
 Pain the christian's lot no morel 
 Kindred spirit I rise with me, 
 Thine the meed of victory. 
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 Now the angel-songs I hear, 
 Dying^ softly on the ear ; 
 Spirit, rise I to thee is given. 
 The light ethereal wing of heaven. 
 
 Now no more shall virtue faint, 
 Happy spirit of the saint ; 
 Thine the halo of the skies, 
 Thine the seraph's paradise. 
 
 SONNET, TO MY MOTHER. 
 
 To thee, maternal guardian of my youth, 
 
 I pour tlie genuine numbers free from ait ; 
 The lays inspir d by gratitude and truth. 
 
 For thou wilt prize th' effusion of the heart. 
 Oh ! be it mine, with sweet and pious care. 
 
 To calm thy bosom in the hour of grief; 
 With soothing tenderness to chase the tear, 
 
 With fond endearments to impart relief. 
 Be mine thy warm affection to repay 
 
 With duteous love in thy declining hours ; 
 
 My filial hand shall strew unfading flowers. 
 Perennial roses to adorn thy way : 
 Still may thy grateful children round thee smile, 
 Their pleasing care affliction shall beguile.
 
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 THE MINSTREL TO HIS HARP. 
 
 When youthful transport led the hours, 
 And all my way was bright with flowers, 
 Ah I then my harp, thy dulcet note. 
 To songs of joy would lightly float ; 
 To thee I sung in numbers wild. 
 Of hope and love who gaily smil'd. 
 
 And now tho' young delight is o'er, 
 And golden visions charm no more ; 
 Tho' now my harp, thy mellow tone, 
 I wake to mournful strains alone ; 
 Ah I yet the pleasing lays impart 
 A pensive rapture to my heart. 
 
 I sung to thee of early pleasures, 
 In sweet and animated measures ; 
 And I have wept o'er griefs and cares, 
 And still have lov'd thy magic airs : 
 To me thy sound recals the hours. 
 When all my way was bright with flowers.
 
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 ON MY MOTHER'S BIRTH-DAY. 
 
 IN AFFLICTION. 
 
 Ah ! withering sorrow wilt thou come, 
 And steal the roses of to-day, 
 
 Nor leave one lonely sweet to bloom, 
 And cheer us in this mournful May. 
 
 Oh ! yes, one blossom yet shall smile, 
 And filial childhood shall expand, 
 
 Maternal anguish to beguile, 
 
 And crown the wish affection plann'd. 
 
 Then ah f tho' withering sorrow come. 
 And steal the early birth-day rose ; 
 
 Let hope reserve one sweet to bloom, 
 " Tho' thorns its dewy leaves enclose." 
 
 TO E. B. ON HER BIRTH-DAY. 
 
 To thee, sweet girl, these lays impart, 
 The genuine friendship of my heart. 
 Oh I be this day for ever blest ; 
 
 I hail it with my gayest measure ; 
 And may thy sympathetic breast 
 
 Enjoy affection, love, and pleasure.
 
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 And if thy heart should ever mourn, 
 
 May friendship soothe the anxious sorrow ; 
 
 Till hope with lovely smile return, 
 To promise thee a brighter morrow. 
 
 And ah I may health benignly shed 
 Her blessings o'er thy sister's head ; 
 And nurse the charge with influence bland, 
 Till on her cheek the rose expand. 
 
 TO MY AUNT, ON HER BIRTH-DAY. 
 
 The muse shall breathe a native lay, 
 And sweetly consecrate the day ; 
 While Anna by the power of truth 
 Leads on our emulative youth ; 
 While each young virtue of the heart, 
 To her a rapture can impart. 
 The genuine thoughts her soul may prize, 
 Endear'd by fond affection's ties ; 
 Warm from the bosom's ardent glow, 
 The wild effusions gaily flow. 
 " The muse shall breathe a native lay, 
 " And sweetly consecrate the day:" 
 While love and friendship's pure delight. 
 To bless our little band unite.
 
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 TO THE MOONLIGHT HOUR. 
 
 Sweetest of the pensive hours, 
 Welcome to our Cambrian bowers ; 
 ^\'hile tiie harp with plaintive close, 
 Bids us love the song of woes ; 
 Or the lute so gaily sweet, 
 Echoes thro' this wild retreat ; 
 While our hearts with frolic pleasure, 
 Vibrate to the dulcet measure ; 
 We will bless thy soothing power, 
 Sweet and pensive moonlight hour. 
 
 By the soft expressive sigh 
 We breathe to mournful melody ; 
 By the poet's melting trance. 
 And by his visions of romance; 
 By the lover's trembling tear. 
 To sorrow and to rapture dear ; 
 Ever be thy shadowy beam 
 Sacred as the minstrel's theme. 
 Sweetest of the pensive hours. 
 Welcome to our Cambrian bowers.
 
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 TO MY ELDEST BROTHER, 
 
 LIEUTENANT IN T//E TIT ENTY-TIl IRD REGIMENT OF FOOT ; 
 OR) ROYAL WELCH FVZILEERS. 
 
 ON HIS COMPLETING HIS TWENTY-FIRST YEAR. 
 
 While Hope, the syren fair and gay, 
 Tells of some future happy day, 
 Let Pleasure with benignant power, 
 The empress of the social hour, 
 Smile on the day to love so dear, 
 And smile more softly thro' a tear. 
 
 Yet, while on fancy's raptur'd sight. 
 Beam the sweet visions of delight. 
 For thee affection fondly sighs. 
 And fears, and doubtful wishes rise : 
 Yet lovely Hope again appears, 
 And lifts the veil of distant years. 
 
 " For thee," she sings, " shall fancy bloom, 
 " And love the path of life illume ; 
 " For thee shall health her roses shed, 
 " And glory's laurels twine thy head. 
 " Then joy shall drop a precious tear, 
 " To hail the gallant fuzileer." 
 
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 TO PATRIOTISM. 
 
 Genius of Britannia's land, 
 Hither lead thy chosen band : 
 Honour with the laurel crown, 
 Valour, panting for renown ; 
 Enterprize, who waves on high 
 The Yiritish flag of victory ; 
 And Fortitude, with awful state, 
 Who soars above the storm of fate. 
 
 Oh I by the spirits of the brave, 
 
 The heroes of Trafalgar's wave; 
 
 And by our Nelson's sacred name. 
 
 And by our Abercromby's fame, 
 
 Do thou Britannia's sons inspire 
 
 With all thy energy and lire : 
 
 Teach them to conquer or to die 
 
 With firm unshaken loyalty. 
 
 Then may some bard record their praise 
 
 In sweet enthusiastic lays ; 
 
 And hail the patriotic band. 
 
 The guardians of their native land ; 
 
 W^hose names shall live in warlike story, 
 
 Consigned to everlasting glory.
 
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 TO MY YOUNGER BROTHER, 
 
 ON HIS ENTERING THE ARMY. 
 
 Hail I thou dear thou gallant boy, 
 Oh I be our hero, be our joy; 
 May " love and glory" fire thy soul, 
 Inspir'd by virtue's pure controul ; 
 And tiien our hearts Avith joy sincere, 
 Would bless our noble fuzileer. 
 
 Tho' we are now resign'd to grief, 
 It may be thine to bring relief; 
 Oh I let us see thy patriot name 
 Recorded in the lists of fame ; 
 And then our hearts with joy sincere. 
 Will bless our noble fuzileer. 
 
 K
 
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 SONXET. 
 
 Where nature's grand romantic charms invite 
 
 The glowing rapture of the soul refin'd ; 
 
 In scenes like these the young poetic mind 
 May court the dreams of fancy with dcliglit ; 
 And dear to tliose by every muse inspir'd, 
 
 The rural landscape, and tlic prospect fair ; 
 They love in mountain solitudes retir'd, 
 
 To own illusions that may banish care. 
 These gentle visions ever shall remain, 
 
 To soothe the poet in his pensive hours ; 
 
 For him shall Fancv cull Pierian flowers. 
 And strew her garlands o'er the path of pain : 
 For him shall Memory shed her pensive ray, 
 O'er the soft hours of life's enchanting May. 
 
 TO AUTUMN. 
 
 No more the glowing flowers of spring, 
 Enrich the sweet romantic dell ; 
 
 Yet ah I the tints of Autumn bring, 
 A fading charm, a soft farewell. 
 
 Dear Autumn I as thy sober hues 
 Adorn the scene with shadowy grace ;
 
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 A mellow beauty they diffuse, 
 
 Which pensive pleasure loves to trace. 
 And dearer is thy transient calm, 
 
 That wakes the mild and soothing tear, 
 Than summer air of Iragrant balm, 
 
 Than all the treasures of the year. 
 And sweeter is thy partial ray. 
 For ah I too soon it melts away. 
 
 F. D. B. AGED 13. 
 
 SONNET. 
 
 'Tis sweet to think the spirits of the blest, 
 
 May hover round the virtuous man's repose ; 
 And oft in visions animate his breast, 
 
 And scenes of bright beatitude disclose. 
 The ministers of Heaven with pure controul, 
 
 May bid his sorrow and emotion cease ; 
 Inspire the pious fervour of his soul, 
 
 And whisper to his bosom hallow'd peace. 
 Ah I tender thought, that oft with sweet relief, 
 
 May charm the bosom of a weeping friend ; 
 Beguile with magic power the tear of grief, 
 
 And pensive pleasure with devotion blend ; 
 While oft he fancies music sweetly faint, 
 The airy lay of some departed saint.
 
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 TFIE PETITION OF THE REDBREAST. 
 
 Ah I why did thy rude hand molest 
 The sacred quiet of my nest? 
 No more I rise on rapture's wing, 
 The ditties of my love to sing. 
 Restore me to the peaceful vale, 
 To wander with the southern gale ; 
 Restore me to the woodland scene, 
 Romantic glen, or forest green ; 
 To hail the Heaven's ethereal blue, 
 To drink the freshness of the dew ; 
 Now, while my artless carols flow. 
 Let pity in thy bosom glow. 
 For this, at morn's inspiring hour, 
 I'll sing in thy luxuriant bow'r: 
 To thee the breeze of airy sigh 
 Shall waft my thrilling melody; 
 Thy soul the cadence wild shall meet, 
 The song of gratitude is sweet. 
 And at the pensive close of day, 
 When landscape-colours fade away. 
 Ah I then the robin's mellow note. 
 To thee in dying tone shall float ; —
 
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 " Now, while my plaintive carols flow, 
 " Let pity in tliy bosom glow ;" 
 And I will consecrate to thee, 
 The Aviklest note of liberty. 
 
 INSCRIPTION FOR A IIERMITAGK. 
 
 Pilgrim, view this mossy dell, 
 View the woodland hermit's cell ; 
 And if thou love the rustic scene. 
 And love to court the muse serejie ; 
 If virtue to thy soul be dear, 
 And sometimes melancholy's tear ; 
 Oh I thou wilt view the vale around, 
 As if 'twere consecrated ground. 
 The pious hermit here retir'd, 
 With love of solitude inspir'd ; 
 He lov'd the scene of this retreat. 
 This smiling dell to him was sweet ; 
 And here he souo-ht for hallow'd rest. 
 To calm the sorrows of his breast ; 
 And resignation with a smile, 
 His tear of grief would oft beguile ; 
 Would soothe to peace his tranquil age. 
 In this romantic hermitage.
 
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 THE MINSTREL BARD. 
 
 Where awful summits rise around, 
 
 Witli wild and straggling flowerets crown'd ; 
 
 'Tis there the poet loves to sigh, 
 
 And touch the harp of melody : 
 
 And wake the measure of delight, 
 
 Or melt in fairy visions bright : 
 
 And sometimes will his soul aspire, 
 
 And feel almost etherial lire. 
 
 Ah 1 then the fond enthusiast dreams, 
 
 (Enraptur'd with celestial themes,) 
 
 That happy spirits round him play, 
 
 And animate the magic lay : 
 
 Their floating forms his fancy sees, 
 
 And hears their music in the breeze. 
 
 Then, while the airy numbers die. 
 
 He wakes his sweetest harmony ; 
 
 To imitate the heavenly strain, 
 
 Which memory fondly calls again. 
 
 To Fancy then he pours his song. 
 
 To her his wildest notes belong. 
 
 Oh I spirit of the lyre divine, 
 
 I deck with flowers thy sacred shrine ; 
 
 Thus let me ever melt with thee. 
 
 In the soft dreams of poesy.
 
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 TO THE MUSE. 
 
 Goddess of the magic lay, 
 Ever let me own thy sway ; 
 Thine the sweet enchanting art, 
 To charm and to correct the heart ; 
 To bid the tear of pity flow, 
 Sacred to thy tale of woe ; 
 Or raise the lovely smile of pleasure, 
 With sportive animated measure. 
 
 " Oh 1 Goddess of the magic lay," 
 To thee my early vows I pay ; 
 Still let me wander in thy train, 
 And pour the wild romantic strain. 
 Be mine to rove by thee inspir'd, 
 In peaceful vales, and scenes retir'd ; 
 For in thy path, oh I heavenly maid, 
 The roses smile that never fade.
 
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 T>io\v evening steals upon the glowing scene, 
 Her colours tremble on the wave serene ; 
 The dews of balm on languid flowers descend, 
 The mellow tinges of the landscape blend ; 
 Hail I placid eve, thy lingering smiles diffuse 
 A pensive pleasure to the lonely muse. 
 
 I love to wander by the ocean side, 
 
 And hear the soothing murmurs of the tide ; 
 
 To muse upon the poet's fairy-tale, 
 
 In fancy wafted to the moonlight vale : 
 
 Sometimes I think that Ariel's playful bands 
 
 Are lightly hovering o'er " these yellow sands."
 
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 'Tis thus that Shakspeare -with inspiring song, 
 Can lead the visionary train along ; 
 Then by his magic spell the scene around, 
 The " yellow sands" become enchanted ground. 
 
 But when the lingering smile of even dies. 
 And when the mild and silvery moonbeams rise, 
 Then sweeter is the favourite rustic seat, 
 Where pensile ash trees form the green retreat, 
 And mingle with the richer foliage round, 
 To cast a trembling shadow on the ground; 
 'Tis there retir'd I pour the artless rhyme. 
 And court the muses at this tranquil time. 
 
 Oh I Genius, lead me to Pierian bowers, 
 And let me cull a few neglected flowers : 
 By all the poets, fanciful and wild, 
 Whose tales my hours of infancy beguil'd, 
 Oh I let thy spirit animate my lyre, 
 And all the numbers of my youth inspire. 
 
 Perhapsi, where now I pour the simple lays. 
 Thy bards have wak'd the song of other days ; 
 Some Cambrian Ossian may have wander'd near, 
 While airy music murmur'd in his ear : 
 Perhaps, even here, beneath the moonlight beam, 
 Jie lov'd to ponder some entrancing theme ;
 
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 And here, while heavenly visions fill'd his eye, 
 He rais'd the strain of plaintive melody; 
 This fond idea consecrates the hour, 
 And more endears the calm secluded bower. 
 
 Sweet was the Cambrian harp in ancient time, 
 When tuneful bards awak'd the song sublime ; 
 And minstrels caroH'd in the banner'd hall, 
 Where warlike trophies grac'd the lofty wall ; 
 They sang the legends and traditions old, 
 The deeds of chivalry, and heroes bold. 
 Oh I Cambria, tho' thy sweetest bards are dead. 
 And fairies from thy lovely vales are fled ; 
 Still in thy sons the musing mind may trace 
 The vestige of thy former simple race : 
 Some pious customs yet preserv'd with care, 
 Their humble village piety declare; 
 Ah ! still they strew the fairest flowers and weep, 
 Where buried friends of sacred memory sleep. 
 The wandering harper, too, in plaintive lays. 
 Declares the glory of departed days ; 
 And, Cambria, still upon thy fertile plains, 
 The power of hospitality remains. 
 
 Yet shall my muse the pleasing task resign. 
 Till riper judgement all her songs rcfme ;
 
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 But let my sportive lyre resume again 
 
 The purpos'd theme, to hail another's strain. 
 
 Yes, heavenly Genius, I have heard thee raise 
 
 The note of truth, of gratitude, and praise. 
 
 'Twas thine with modest indigence to dwell, 
 
 And warble sweetly in the loAvly cell ; 
 
 To rove with Bloomfield thro' the woodland shade. 
 
 And hail the calm seclusion of the glade: 
 
 Beneath the greenwood canopy reclin'd, 
 
 'Twas thine to elevate his artless mind. 
 
 While in the lovely scene " to him so dear,'" 
 
 He trac'd the varied beauties of the year ; 
 
 And fondly loiter'd in the summer bower. 
 
 To hail the incense of the morning hour ; 
 
 Or thro' the rich autumnal landscape rov'd, 
 
 And rais'd a grateful hymn for all he lov'd. 
 
 Oh I Genius, ever with thy favour'd band 
 May Piety be seen with aspect bland ; 
 And conscious Honour with an eye serene, 
 And Independence with exalted mein. 
 Ah I may'st thou never to Ambition bend. 
 Nor at the shrine of Luxury attend ; 
 But rather consecrate some tranquil home, 
 And in the vale of peace and pleasure bloom. 
 There may'st thou wander from the world retir'd, 
 And court the dreams by poesy inspir'd ;
 
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 And sometimes all thy pleasing spells employ, 
 To bid aflliction own a transient joy : 
 For oft 'tis thine to chase the tear away 
 With soothing harp and melancholy lay; 
 And sorrow feels the magic for a while, 
 And then, with sad expression, learns to smile. 
 Oh I teach me all the soft bewitching art, 
 The music that may cheer a wounded heart : 
 For I would love to bid emotion cease, 
 With sweetest melodies that whisper peace ; 
 And all the visions of delight restore. 
 The soflen'd memory of hours no more. 
 
 Ah I Genius, when thy dulcet measures flow. 
 Then pleasure animates the cheek of woe ; 
 And sheds a sad and transitory grace. 
 O'er the pale beauty of the languid face. 
 
 But when 'tis thine to feel the pang of grief. 
 Without one melting friend to bring relief; 
 Then, who thy pain shall soften and beguile. 
 What gentle spirit cheer thee with a smile ; 
 And bid thy last departing hopes revive, 
 And all thy flattering dreams of rapture live ? 
 Oh ! turn to Him thy supplicating eye, 
 Tlic God of peace and tenderest charity;
 
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 And He will bless thee with consoling power, 
 
 And elevate thy soul in sorrow's hour. 
 
 Ah I then a pensive beam of joy shall play, 
 
 To cheer thee, weeping Genius, on thy way : 
 
 A lovely rainbow tlien for thee shall rise, 
 
 And shed a lustre o'er the cloudy skies. 
 
 Tho' all thy fairy prospects are no more, 
 
 And tho' the visions of thy youth are o'er ; 
 
 Yet Sorrow shall assume a softer mein. 
 
 Like Melancholy, mournful yet serene : 
 
 The placid Muse to thee her flowers shall bring, 
 
 And Hope shall " wave her golden hair," and sing 
 
 With magic power dispel the clouds on high. 
 
 And raise the veil of bright eternity. 
 
 RURAL WALKS. 
 
 Oh ! may I ever pass my happy hours 
 In Cambrian vallies and romantic bow'rs ; 
 For every spot in sylvan beauty drest, 
 And every landscape charms my youthful breast. 
 And much I love to hail the vernal morn. 
 When flowers of spring the mossy seat adorn ; 
 And sometimes thro' the lonely wood 1 stray. 
 To cull the tender rosebuds in my way ;
 
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 And seek in every wild secluded dell, 
 
 The weeping cowslip, and the azure bell ; 
 
 With all the blossoms, fairer in the dew, 
 
 To form the gay festoon of varied hue. 
 
 And oft I seek the cultivated green. 
 
 The fertile meadow, and the village scene ; 
 
 Where rosy children sport around the cot. 
 
 Or gather woodbine from the garden spot. 
 
 And there I wander by the cheerful rill, 
 
 That murmurs near the osiers and the mill ; 
 
 To view the smiling peasants turn the hay, 
 
 And listen to their pleasing festive lay. 
 
 I love to loiter in the spreading grove. 
 
 Or in the mountain scenery to rove ; 
 
 Where summits rise in awful grace around, 
 
 With hoary moss and tufted verdure crown'd ; 
 
 Where cliffs in solemn majesty are pil'd, 
 
 " And frown upon the vale" with grandeur wild: 
 
 And there I view the mouldering tower sublime, 
 
 Array'd in all the blending shades of time. 
 
 The airy upland and the woodland green. 
 
 The valley, and romantic mountain scene ; 
 
 The lowly hermitage, or fair domain, 
 
 The dell retir'd, or willow-shaded lane ; 
 
 " And every spot in sylvan beauty drest. 
 
 And every landscape charms my youthful breast."
 
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 THE ALPINE SHEPHERD. 
 
 In scenery sublime and rude, 
 
 In wild romantic solitude, 
 
 Where awful summits crown'd with snow, 
 
 In soft and varied colours glow ; 
 
 There, in some grassy shelter'd spot. 
 
 The Alpine shepherd forms his cot ; 
 
 And there, beside his peaceful home, 
 The fairest mountain-flowerets bloom ; 
 There oft his playful children climb 
 The rock fantastic and sublime. 
 And cull the mantling shrubs that creep, 
 And sweetly blossom o'er the steep. 
 'Tis his to mark the morning ray, 
 Upon the glittering scenery play ; 
 To Avatch the purple evening shade, 
 In sweet and mellow tinges fade ; 
 And hail the sun's departing smile, 
 That beams upon the hills a while : 
 And oft, at moonlight hour serene, 
 He wanders thro' the shadowy scene: 
 And then his pipe with plaintive sound 
 Awakes the mountain-echoes round.
 
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 How dear to hiin the shelter'd spot, 
 The waving pines that shade his cot ; 
 His pastoral music wild and gay, 
 May charm his simple cares away ; 
 And never will he sigh to roam, 
 Far from hjs native mountain-home. 
 
 SONNET, TO AGNES. 
 
 Ah ! could my Agnes rove these favourite shades, 
 
 With mirth and friendship in the Cambrian vale. 
 In mossy dells, or Avild romantic glades. 
 
 Where flowers uncultur'd scent the sportive gale; 
 And could she wander at the morning hour. 
 
 To hail with me, the blest return of May ; 
 Or linger sweetly in the woodbine bower, 
 
 When early dews begem the weeping spray; 
 Ah I soon her cheek the lovely mantling bloom 
 
 Of sprightly youth, and pleasure, would disclose ; 
 Her lip the smile of Hebe would resume, 
 
 And wear the blushes of the vernal rose ; 
 And soon would cherub health with lively grace, 
 Beam in her eye, and animate her face.
 
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 CHRISTMAS. 
 
 The sunbeams glitter on the mountain snow, 
 
 And o'er the summit cast a transient glow ; 
 
 Now silver frost adorns the drooping bower, 
 
 My favourite seat in summer's happy hour. 
 
 'Twas there, when spring the mantling blossoms shed. 
 
 The sweet liburnum cluster'd o'er my head ; 
 
 And there the robin form'd a mossy nest, 
 
 And gaily caroH'd in retirement blest; 
 
 Still memory loves to paint the glowing scene, 
 
 When autumn tints enrich'd the foliage green. 
 
 Even yet the bower is lovely in decay. 
 Gilt by the " sunbeam of a winter's day ;" 
 For now the frost befringes every thorn. 
 And sparkles to the radiant smile of morn : 
 The lucid ice has bound the mountain rill, 
 No more it murmurs by the cheerful mill. 
 I hear the village bells upon the gale ; 
 And merry peasants wander thro' the vale ; 
 In gay convivial bands they rove along, 
 With genuine pleasure and inspiring song ; 
 I meet the rustic troop, and love to trace 
 The smile of health in every rosy face. 
 
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 Oh I Christmas, welcome to thy happy reign, 
 
 And all the social virtues in thy train ; 
 
 The Cambrian harper hails thy festal time, 
 
 With sportive melody and artless rhyme : 
 
 Unlike the bards who sung in days of old, 
 
 And all the legends of tradition told ; 
 
 In gothic castles deck'd with banners gay, 
 
 At solemn festivals they pour'd the lay : 
 
 Their poor descendant wanders thro' the vales, 
 
 And gains a welcome by his artless tales ; 
 
 He finds a seat in every humble cot. 
 
 And hospitality in every spot ; 
 
 'Tis now he bids the sprightly harp resound. 
 
 To bless the hours with genial plenty crown'd. 
 
 And now the gay domestic joys we prove, 
 
 The smiles of peace, festivity, and love. 
 
 " Oh I Christmas, welcome to thy hallow'd reign. 
 
 And all the social virtues in thy train ;" 
 
 Compassion listening to the tale of grief. 
 
 Who seeks the child of sorrow with relief; 
 
 And every muse with animating glee, 
 
 Congenial mirth and cordial sympathy.
 
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 THE WREATH OF SPRING. 
 
 I rov'd in the meadows, the vales, and the bowers, 
 While the leaves were bespangled with dew ; 
 
 And I cuU'd in profusion the blossoms and flowers, 
 Excelling in fragrance and hue. 
 
 The primrose of spring in the wreath I combin'd. 
 
 And the violet modest and pale ; 
 And there the wild roses and myrtles entwin'd, 
 
 With the lily which droops in the vale. 
 
 The harebell that smiles in the dingle I sought, 
 
 Of the softest ethereal blue ; 
 And then to Celinda the garland I brought. 
 
 While the buds were all shining in dew. 
 
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 " Oh I take the sweet flowers in their 'beauty," I said, 
 " While yet they are lovely and gay ; 
 
 " For soon, my Celinda, their bloom will be fled, 
 " Too early they wither away. 
 
 " This lily so gracefully languid and fair, 
 " Might have faded unseen in the grove; 
 
 " Yet the balm of its odour was borne on the air. 
 " And it weeps in the wreath of my love.
 
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 " To you, my Celinda, the rose-bud I bring, 
 " While its leaves are begemm'd with the dew, 
 
 " 'Tis the darling of Flora, the treasure of spring ; 
 " How lovely an emblem of you. 
 
 " But oh I when the roses of beauty and youth, 
 " Like the bloom of the flower shall decay ; 
 
 " The myrtle of love and perennial truth, 
 " Shall be smiling and fresh as in May." 
 
 SONNET TO A DYING EXOTIC 
 
 Ah I lovely faded plant, the blight I mourn. 
 
 That withered all thy blossoms fair and gay ; 
 
 I saw thee blushing to the genial May, 
 And now thy leaves are drooping and forlorn. 
 I mark'd thy early beauty with a smile. 
 
 And saw with pride the crimson buds expand ; 
 They open'd to the sunbeam for a while, 
 
 By all the flattering gales of summer fann'd. 
 Ah I faded plant, I raise thy languid head. 
 
 And moisten every leaf with balmy dew ; 
 But now thy rich luxuriant bloom is Hed, 
 
 Thy foliage wears a pale autumnal hue; 
 Too soon thy glowing colours have decay'd, 
 Like thee the flowers of pleasure smile and fade.
 
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 THE VALE OF CLWYD. 
 
 INSCRIBED TO MISS FOTJLKES, OF ERIVIATT. 
 
 The lovely vale is Cambria's pride, 
 
 Luxuriant garden of the land ; 
 There plenty smiles on every side, 
 
 There bright and fertile meads expand. 
 
 Array'd in every glowing hue, 
 How varied all the sylvan view, 
 With tufted woods, romantic glades, 
 And spires embosom'd in the shades. 
 
 There cultivation decks the scene. 
 
 The happy prospect all around ; 
 There pastures bloom for ever green, 
 
 The plains with golden sheaves are crown'd. 
 
 There cheerful cottages appear. 
 Beside the river calm and clear ; 
 And fields that wave with bending corn, 
 The fair extensive vale adorn. 
 
 And there the castle still sublime, 
 
 With turrets falling fast away. 
 Remains the monument of time. 
 
 The awful emblem of decay.
 
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 'Twas near that pile in ages fled, 
 That warrior's fought, and heroes bled ; 
 While crimson banners wav'd on high, 
 In all the pomp of victory. 
 
 Alas I the lone deserted wall, 
 
 A mournful ruin now appears ; . 
 
 Yet still majestic in its fall, 
 
 Tho' mouldered by consuming years. 
 
 Beside the long-forsaken towers, 
 O'ergrown with ivy and with flowers. 
 There at the close of evening gray, 
 The wandering moralist might stray ; 
 
 With pensive pleasure there to gaze. 
 On all the grandeur of the pile ; 
 
 To meditate on former days. 
 
 And muse on fortune's transient smile. 
 
 And by those arches long decay'd, 
 In faded beauty still display'd, 
 There might the lonely poet hail, 
 The rural prospect of the vale, 
 
 f\.nd those by charms of nature fir'd, 
 May rove amidst this Cambrian scene ; 
 
 Ii mossy dells, or groves retir'd, 
 Beside the lawns of brightest green.
 
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 And there by Cynthia's placid beam, 
 May wander near the winding stream ; 
 To view the fair arcadian vale, 
 More pleasing in the lustre pale. 
 
 Tho' lovely is the dawn of day, 
 
 When morning sheds reviving dews ; 
 
 Yet sweeter is the silver ray, 
 
 And dearer to the plaintive muse. 
 
 For by the soft and mellow light, 
 That trembles thro' the clouds of night, 
 Then all the landscape is array'd, 
 In pensive grace and blending shade. 
 
 The smiling vale is Cambria's pride, 
 
 There hospitality remains ; 
 There peace and elegance reside. 
 
 And seek the mansions of the plains. 
 
 Oh I still may cultivation's hand 
 Enrich the garden of the land ; 
 May Ceres there her treasures yield. 
 And ever crown the fertile field. 
 
 And there may peace for ever reign ; 
 
 Ne'er may the cheering harvest fail ; 
 May plenty lead her sportive train. 
 
 And with profusion bless the vale.
 
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 SEA PIECE, BY MOONLIGHT. 
 
 How sweet to mark the soften'd ray, 
 O'er the ocean lightly play ; 
 Now no more the billows rave, 
 Clear and tranquil is the wave; 
 While I view the vessel glide, 
 O'er the calm cerulean tide. 
 
 Now might fays, and fairy bands, 
 Assemble on these " yellow sands ;" 
 For this the hour, as poets tell, 
 That oft they leave the flowery cell. 
 And lead the sportive dance along, 
 While spirits pour the choral song. 
 
 The moonbeam sheds a lustre pale, 
 And trembles on the distant sail ; 
 And now the silvery clouds arise, 
 To veil the radiance of the skies ; 
 But soon I view the ligiht serene. 
 Gild again the lovely scene.
 
 LINES TO MAJOR COX, 
 
 ON RECEIVING FROM HIM AN ELEGANT BOX OF COLOURS. 
 
 Tho' youthful ardour fires my glowing heart, 
 To copy Nature with enchanting Art ; 
 . Ah! still I fondly strive with effort vain, 
 The pencil's flowing graces to attain. 
 But when Instruction guides my roving feet, 
 To reach the Muse of Painting's lofty seat ; 
 Where Genius learns in raasiic colours warm. 
 To join Expression's fire, and Beauty's form ; 
 If then 'tis mine with energy to trace 
 The varied charms of Nature's bloominai; face; 
 To dress the mimic flowers in rainbow dyes, 
 Bright as the blushes of the orient skies ; 
 
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 In glowing hues to bid the landscape live, 
 Or to the figure animation give ; 
 Oh I then, my pencil's tribute justly due, 
 Sweet Gratitude shall consecrate to you. 
 
 SONNET. 
 
 Ah ! now farewell, thou sweet and gentle maid. 
 
 Beside thy simple grave we oft shall mourn ; 
 And plant a willow Avhere thy form is laid, 
 
 And then with flowers the weeping tree adorn. 
 Oft shall we sing thy melancholy tale, 
 
 When all the shades of evening steal around; 
 And oft assemble by the moonlight pale. 
 
 To lino-er near the consecrated o-round. 
 And oh ! if spirits e'er on earth descend, 
 
 To hover o'er some chosen hallow' d spot ; 
 Around thy tomb shall airy bands attend, 
 
 And humble villagers shall weep thy lot. 
 Ah I fair departed maid, thy placid mind 
 Was calm in sorrow, and to Heaven resign'd.
 
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 THE PATH OF LIFE. 
 
 INSCRIBED TO MISS C- 
 
 When first to youth's enchanted eyes 
 
 The flattering world discloses ; 
 Oh I then unclouded are the skies, 
 The lovely scenes of hope arise, 
 The path is deck'd with roses. 
 
 Like summer clouds or April showers, 
 
 Our sorrows pass away ; 
 In smiling Fancy's fairy bowers, 
 We sport the gay delightful hours, 
 
 Of life's propitious May. 
 
 But ah I how short our festal morn, 
 How soon our spring is fled ; 
 
 Those golden days no more return ; 
 
 The fairest flowers conceal a thorn ; 
 The path of life we tread. 
 
 Some wander thro' a rugged way. 
 
 Forsaken and opprest ; 
 While others cheer'd by Fortune's ray. 
 Thro' Pleasure's laughing region stray, 
 
 In rainbow colours drest.
 
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 The early votaries of the muse, 
 
 Too fondly hope to rove, 
 Thro' blissful meads, where flov^'ers diffuse 
 Their balmy sweets and glowing hues, 
 
 Around the bower of love. 
 
 How fair to youth's enchanted eyes. 
 
 The flattering world discloses; 
 But soon the dear illusion flies, 
 And weeds and pointed thorns arise. 
 To blend Avith fraairant roses. 
 
 Oh I may the path of life for thee, 
 
 Still wear a vernal smile ; 
 May Hope thy sweet companion be. 
 And Friendship, Love, and Sympathy, 
 
 Thy happy hours beguile. 
 
 Be thine with airy steps to trace. 
 
 Some bright and sunny -way ; 
 Oh I still may Health with sportive grace, 
 And mantlmg bloom adorn thy face, 
 
 And bid thy heart be gay.
 
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 THE MORNING WALK. 
 
 Come, let us wander thro' the woodland bowers, 
 Or seek the primrose in the lonely dale ; 
 
 For now the tears of April gem the flowers, 
 That shed their balmy incense on the gale. 
 
 Beside the margin of the winding stream 
 
 The shdpherd leads his sportive flock along ; 
 
 The woodlark soars to hail the morning beam, 
 And tunes the music of his matin sons:. 
 
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 In dewy meads with flowers and verdure drest, 
 The blooming children of the cottage play ; 
 
 With soft compassion spare the downy nest, 
 And gaily carol as they rove away. 
 
 Now fairy spring adorns the lovely scene, 
 In mossy dells the fragrant violets blow ; 
 
 And veil'd in opening leaves of tender green, 
 Uncultur'd roses in profusion glow. 
 
 Come, let us hail the vernal smile of morn, 
 Delightful hour, inspiring to the muse ; 
 
 The redbreast warbles on the budding thorn. 
 And every blossom shines in pearly dews.
 
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 With mantling woodbine every hedge is crown'd ; 
 
 In airy grace the sweet liburnums bend ; 
 And o'er the lawns and grassy meads around, 
 
 The April showers in genial balm descend. 
 
 Etherial spring ! I love thy gentle air ; 
 
 I love thy garlands breathing soft perfume, 
 Entwin'd with azure bells and lilies fair, 
 
 And early roses in luxuriant bloom. 
 
 Again I rove the woodland and the glade. 
 Again the linnet's mellow note I hear; 
 
 With artless pleasure wandering in the shade, 
 To cull the treasures of the infant year. 
 
 HARVEST HYMN. 
 
 Now Autumn strews on every plain 
 His mellow fruits and fertile grain ; 
 And laughing Plenty crown'd with sheaves, 
 With purple grapes, and spreading leaves, 
 In rich profusion pours around, 
 Her flowing treasures on the ground.
 
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 Oh ! mark the great, the liberal hand, 
 That scatters blessin2;s o'er the land ; 
 And to the God of Nature raise 
 The grateful song, the hymn of praise. 
 
 The infant corn in vernal hours. 
 He nurtur'd with his gentle showers, 
 And bade the summer clouds diffuse 
 Their balmy store of genial dews. 
 He mark'd the tender stem arise, 
 Till ripen'd by the glowing skies ; 
 And now matur'd, his work behold. 
 The cheering harvest waves in gold. 
 To nature's God with joy we raise 
 The grateful song, the hymn of praise. 
 
 The vallies echo to the strains 
 
 Of blooming maids, and village swains ; 
 
 To Him they tune the lay sincere. 
 
 Whose bounty crowns the smiling year. 
 
 The sounds from every woodland borne, 
 
 The sio-hino; winds that bend the corn, 
 
 The yellow fields around proclaim 
 
 His mighty everlasting name. 
 
 To nature's God united raise 
 
 The grateful song, the hymn of praise.
 
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 A TRIBUTE 
 
 TO THE GENIUS OF ROBERT BURNS. 
 
 As in the lone sequester'd grove, 
 
 The wood lark on the bending spray, 
 Attunes to liberty and love 
 
 The sportive lay : 
 
 'Twas thus in mountain scenes retir'd. 
 
 That Scotia's minstrel, nature's child, 
 Would sing, by ardent genius fir'd, 
 His carol wild. 
 
 In poverty his generous heart, 
 
 With freedom and with fancy glow'd ; 
 And native strains untaught by art, 
 Spontaneous flow'd.
 
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 Oh I Burns, to every feeling breast, 
 
 To every gentle mind sincere, 
 By love and tender pity blest, 
 
 Thy song is dear. 
 
 Sweet bard I 'twas thine to soar on high, 
 
 With inspiration and the muse ; 
 To claim from beauty's radiant eye 
 Compassion's dews; 
 
 To raise the smile of social glee, 
 
 The patriot's manly heart to fire ; 
 Or wake the tear of sympathy, 
 
 With plaintive lyre. 
 
 Sweet bard I for thee the muses mourn. 
 In melting lays they sing thy name ; 
 And twine, to deck thy sacred urn, 
 The wreath of fame. 
 
 THE VERNAL SHOWER. 
 
 Now the lucid tears of May 
 Gem the blossoms of the spray ; 
 Every leaf antl bending flower 
 Glitters in the vernal shower, 
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 Lovely in the clouded sky, 
 See the rainbow shines on high ; 
 Mark the heavenly colours bright, 
 Ere they vanish from the sight. 
 
 Hark! the warblers gaily sing; 
 Sweet the melodies of spring ; 
 When the youthful heart at ease, 
 Bids the native music please. 
 
 Fairer now the view around, 
 Brighter veidure decks the ground ; 
 Flora, smiling in the bower, 
 Hails the tender vernal shower. 
 
 See I again tlie skies appear. 
 Glad in blue serenely^ clear ; 
 Now the sun with placid ray 
 Gilds the scene, and all is gay. 
 
 Gool and fragrant is the gale, 
 Breathing sweets from yonder vale, 
 Where the flowers in blooming pride, 
 Smile upon the fountain side. 
 
 Now the linnets in the grove. 
 Tune the mellow sonsi of love ; 
 Mild and genial is the hour, 
 Sweet the balmy vernal shower.
 
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 EVENING, ON THE SEA SHORE. 
 
 Sweet evening hour! thy gale is balm, 
 And fragrant are thy pearly dews ; 
 
 Thine is the mild and genial calm, 
 Belov'd by zephyr and the muse. 
 
 With fading smile the rosy day, 
 Now lingers in the radiant west : 
 
 The breezes oer the water play, 
 
 The summer Avaves are luU'd to rest. 
 
 I love to mark the glowing skies, 
 Reflected in the glassy deep ; 
 
 To watch the star of evening rise. 
 When all the ocean seems to sleep. 
 
 But see I the twilight mantle gray, 
 O'er all the fading view is spread ; 
 
 The glow'ing skies are pass'd away, 
 
 The bright and purple clouds are fled. 
 
 While memory loves i^nseen to mourn. 
 Alone to shed the sacred tear ; 
 
 Still to the muse thy blest return. 
 Oh I pensive twilight, sliall be dear.
 
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 Now I^t me pour the soothing lay, 
 
 And hear the waves that murmuring glide; 
 And wander till the moonlight ray, 
 
 Serenely trembles on the tide. 
 
 Come, gentle Fancy, rove with me, 
 At this thy favourite shadowy hour ; 
 
 Awake soft music, from the sea, 
 And call the fairies by thy power. 
 
 SONNET. 
 
 I LOVE to hail the mild the balmy hour, 
 
 When evening spreads around her twilight veil; 
 When dews descend on every languid flower, 
 
 And sweet and tranquil is the summer gale. 
 Then let me wander by the peaceful tide, 
 
 While o'er the wave the breezes lightly play ; 
 To hear the waters murmur as they glide. 
 
 To mark the fading smile of closing day. 
 There let me linger, blest in visions dear, 
 
 Till the soft moonbeams tremble on the seas ; 
 While melting sounds decay on fancy's ear, 
 
 Of airy music floating on the breeze. 
 For still when evening shfids the genial dews. 
 That pensive hour is sacred to the muse.
 
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 SONG OF A WOOD NYMPH. 
 
 In peaceful dells and woodland glades^ 
 
 In sweet romantic scenes I stray ; 
 And wander thro' the sylvan shades, 
 Where summer breezes lightly play ; 
 There at fervid noon I lave, 
 In the calm pellucid wave. 
 
 And oft the fairest flowers I bring, 
 To deck my grotto's mossy seat, 
 CuU'd from the margin of the spring, 
 That flows amidst the green retreat ; 
 The violet, and the primrose pale, 
 That smile uncultur'd in the vale. 
 
 Reclin'd beneath some hoary tree, 
 With tufted moss and ivy drest, 
 I listen to the hummino- bee. 
 
 Whose plaintive tune invites to rest ; 
 While the fountain calm and clear, 
 Softly murmurs playing near.
 
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 And oft in solitude I rove, 
 
 To hear the bird of eve complain ; 
 When seated in the hallow'd grove, 
 She pours her melancholy strain, 
 
 In soothing ton^s that wake the tear, 
 To sorrow and to fancy dear. 
 
 I love the placid moonlight hour, 
 The lustre of the shadowy ray ; 
 'Tis then I seek the dewy bower. 
 And tune the wild expressive lay; 
 
 While echo from the woods around, 
 Prolongs the softly dying sound. 
 
 And oft, in some arcadian vale, 
 
 I touch my harp of mellow note ; 
 Then sweetly rising on the gale, 
 I hear celestial music float ; 
 
 And dulcet measures faintly close, 
 Till all is silence and repose. 
 
 Then fays and fairy elves advance, 
 To hear the magic of my song ; 
 And mingle in the sportive dance, 
 And trip with sylphid grace along; 
 While the pensive ray serene. 
 Trembles thro' the foliage green.
 
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 In peaceful dells and woodland shades, 
 
 In wild romantic scenes I stray ; 
 And wander thro' the sylvan glades,> 
 With airy footstep light and gay : 
 
 Yet still my favourite lonely spot, 
 The sweet retirement of the grot. 
 
 THE SCENES OF CONWAY. 
 
 On the banks of the Conway with rapture I stray'd, 
 While the sunbeam was bright on the flood ; 
 
 And charm'd by the prospect around, I survey'd 
 The water, the hills, and the wood. 
 
 When the curtain of evening was spread o'er the scene. 
 
 And sweet was the mild summer gale ; 
 I rov'd by the side of the river serene, 
 
 And saz'd on the fisherman's sail. 
 
 'Twas thus that I mus'd, while I wander'd away, 
 
 Thro' the towers of the castle sublime; 
 Where the boughs of the ivy conceal the decay, 
 
 Which'is made by the ravage of time:
 
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 Now the sun is departing witli lingering smile, 
 
 He sinks in the billows to rest; 
 Plow soft are the colours which glow on the pile, 
 
 How bright are the clouds of the west. 
 
 I could fancy that here to the melody sweet, 
 
 Of the tabor, the pipe, and the song, 
 By moonlight the fairies of Oberon meet, 
 
 And trip in the dances along. 
 
 In these mouldering towers by the mild placid beam 
 
 That silvers the high waving trees. 
 The poet might listen in fanciful dream. 
 
 To the sighs of the murmuring breeze. 
 
 'Tis mournful to view these deserted old halls. 
 Where the harp of the minstrel has rung; 
 
 Where the banners of chivalry wav'd on the walls. 
 And the bards at the festival sung;. 
 
 But the turrets o'ermantl'd with ivy around, 
 
 Shall echo to music no more ; 
 No longer the chords of the harp shall resound. 
 
 And the carol of gladness is o'er. 
 
 These walls have been cleck'd with the trophies of state, 
 
 This building was noble and proud ; 
 But short is the sunbeam of fortune and fate, 
 
 Like the rainbow which shines in a cloud.
 
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 'Twas thus that I mus'd while I wander'd away, 
 Thro* the towers of the castle sublime ; 
 
 Which still are majestic and frown in decay, 
 Array'd in the mantle of time. 
 
 The woods and the ruins I left with regret, 
 And bade them with sorrow adieu ; 
 
 But the scenes of fair Conway I ne'er can forget, 
 For memory their charms will renew. 
 
 LINES, FOR MY MOTHER'S BIRTH-DAY. 
 
 This day let pleasure smile on everv face. 
 And beam in every eye with sprightly grace ; 
 Let artless joy the flo:jving lay inspire. 
 And sweet affection consecrate the Ivre. 
 
 And seel all nature smiles around; 
 
 And hark I the " wood notes wild" resound ; 
 
 In sunny robe the May appears, 
 
 The presage fair of golden years. 
 
 Let Hope with soft propitious ray. 
 
 Our bosoms fondly cheer ; 
 Ne'er may the sunshine of this day 
 
 Be clouded with a tear. 
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 LINES, INSCRIBED TO MRS. WYNNE, 
 
 ON THE BIRTH OF HEH SON AND HEIR. 
 
 Oh ! let me wake the carol gay, 
 And strike the lyre of pleasure ; 
 
 For mirth inspires the genuine lay, 
 And animates the measure. 
 
 Blest Avas the hour, sweet infant boy, 
 That gave thee to maternal arms ; 
 
 Propitious hope and smiling joy, 
 
 With rapture view'd thy blooming charms. 
 
 For thee, sweet babe, the artless muse, 
 
 A simple wreath composes ; 
 And see, a genial tear bedews 
 
 Her garland form'd of roses. 
 
 And oh I in all thy future days. 
 May virtue o'er thy breast preside ; 
 
 Illume thy mind with sacred rays, 
 And ever be thy heavenly guide. 
 
 For thee I breathe an artless prayer. 
 To Heaven that prayer addressing. 
 
 May all thy life be free from care, 
 Enrich'd with every blessing.
 
 SONG, 
 
 THE RETURN OF MAY. 
 
 Hail I fairy queen, adorn'd with flowers, 
 Attended by the smiling hours, 
 'Tis thine to dress the rosy bowers 
 
 In colours gay; 
 We love to wander in thy train. 
 To meet thee on the fertile plain, 
 To bless thy soft propitious reign, 
 
 Oh 1 lovely May.
 
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 'Tis thine to dress the vale anew, 
 In fairest verdure bright with dew ; 
 And harebells of the mildest blue, 
 
 Smile in thy way ; 
 ■ Then let us welcome pleasant spring, 
 And still the flowery tribute bring, 
 And still to thee our carol sing. 
 
 Oh I lovely May. 
 
 NoAv by the genial zephyr fann'd; 
 The blossoms of the rose expand ; 
 And rear'd by thee with gentle hand, 
 
 Their charms display ; 
 The air is balmy and serene, 
 And all the sweet luxuriant scene 
 By thee is clad in tender green. 
 
 Oh I lovely May. 
 
 THE FAREWELL. 
 
 When sad the parting word we hear, 
 That seems of past delights to tell ; 
 Who then, without a sacred tear. 
 
 Can say farewell
 
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 And are we ever doom'd to mourn, 
 
 That e'en our joys may lead to pain ? 
 Alas I the rose without a thorn 
 
 We seek in vain. 
 
 When friends endear'd by absence meet, 
 
 Their hours are crown'd with every treasure; 
 Too soon the happy moments fleet 
 
 On wings of pleasure. 
 
 But when the parting hour is nigh, 
 
 What feeling breast their woes can tell ? 
 With many a prayer and tender sigh 
 
 They bid farewell. 
 
 Yet Hope may charm their grief away, 
 
 And pour her sweet enchanting strain. 
 That friends belov'd — some future day, 
 
 Shall meet asain. 
 
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 Her aid the fair deceiver lends, 
 
 To dry the tears which sadly fell ; 
 And calm the sorrow which attends 
 
 The last farewell.
 
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 PART OF 
 
 THE 104th psalm, PARAPHRASED. 
 
 My fervent soul shall bless the Lord, 
 And sing Jehovah's name ador'd. 
 Oh God I how great are all thy ways. 
 Demanding gratitude and praise ; 
 Honour and majesty are thine, 
 And beams of light around thee shine : 
 Thy hand extends the arch on high, 
 The azure curtain of the sky ; 
 The clouds thy regal chariot form ; 
 Thou ridest on the rushing storm ; 
 Amidst the regions of the air, 
 The winds thy car triumphal bear : 
 To thee enraptur'd spirits bend, 
 And angels round thy throne attend ; 
 While lightnings in thy presence beam, 
 The ministers of power supreme. 
 At thy behest the earth appear'd. 
 On firm eternal basis rear'd : 
 The floods arose at thy command, 
 And spread their mantle o'er the land :
 
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 Thy v.ord rebuk'd the swelling deep ; 
 The waters rush'd from every steep ; 
 The thunders echoed, and they fled, 
 And sought their peaceful destin'd bed ; 
 Jehovah's power restrain'd their force, 
 And limited their whelming course : 
 He bade the lucid fountains flow, 
 Meandering thro' the vales below ; 
 They fertilize the plains and fields, 
 And nature all her treasure yields. 
 
 Beside their banks with verdure drest. 
 The woodland songsters form their nest ; 
 Amidst the shade of waving trees, 
 They pour the sweetest melodies ; 
 The wild spontaneous hymn they raise, 
 And sing their great Creator's praise.
 
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