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When heaven's heard blast shall shake the stubborn | Are not thy fad forebodings, too, no more? mind,

Are not thy fears for all his perils o'er? (way! And one mix'd melody unire mankind!

Of what proud wrongs migh' clog his life's long When time's last wreck shall link in seas of flame, What crimes might blaft him, or what wiles beAnd void eternity resumes its name.


What follics draw down orn, what vice disgrace! CELIA IN THE GARDEN.

What lola of honour might befpor thy race !

What want of duty migh: neglect thy tears! Come, walk, and rouse the languid year : What want of prudence grind his waning years! all nature blooms when you appear;

What bloody dangers might cut short his fame, Cach leafless oak would bud a-new,

Or hooting infamy prolong his shame! ind push out shade, to shelter


Look up, fond sorrower ! see the morning's ray; "our light would summer's want fupply;

Now, if you cant forejudge the rising day : 'ou gone --'tis winter---and we die.

Shall irs ascending shine continue bright? Yon warbling nightingale complains,

Or shall o'ercafting timpelts call down right? our praise, too seldom, cempts her strains : Caost thou not tell?—Why then duit thy b ld guess he tow'ring lark but hears you sing,

Presume to call an infant's death distress? nd soars to heav'n with silent wing.

Blind to the future, thank a watchful God, [rod. one, angels come (he cries)---and see

That snatch'd the child from school, to spare the ourselves as much outdone as me.

THE RÈSIGNATION. Each violet sighs itself to death, so fcent the gales that fans your breathi :

Well, be it so !-Sorrow, that streams mot b'er, Bhop but, and see th' unfolding role,

Spares but the eye, to wound 'he heart the more > Tith emulative blushes glows :

Dumb, infelt pangs, too we'l rippiy the woe, "hile hood-wink'd lilies prostrate lie,

That grief, in fuff'ring filence, thuns to show, Tham'd to see your breast so nigh.

Yet let my will's reluctant pride fubmit, Look round, and smile---and ev'ry flow's And learn to love the lot that heav'n 1 und fit. niles too---and charms, with ten-fold pow's: All I can lose, God gave---and, when 'ois flown, spart, and lo' they bend and fall,

Whom does he wrong, who but resumes his own: pred nd weeping dew-drops waste 'em all.

Should I in fruitlefs agony complain, is thus your love inflames my joy,

Fretting my wound but niultiplies my pain : nd thus coldness might deftroy.

While they, whu patiently embrace distress, your

Teach shame to facisfy, and grief to bless.

Whate'er has been, 'tis madnels to regret ; THE RECOLLECTED COMPLAINER.

Whate'er must be, shocks lealt when brave-lieft met. Il mother as I am, and loth to part

Learn then, my soul, thy court: resign'd to run, Vith this poor playful gladd’ner of my heart, And never pray thy will--but God's be done. know too well, and I confess my crime, f'is not my right, but heav'n's, to limit time :

COPIES arent at once, of progeny and pain, f what would my regardless grief complain? gave him birth, but ah, discern'd not why! The body's beauty dwells in shape and face, hildren are born, poor suff'rers, but to die !

The soul's in mildness, modesty, and grace ; Pity, 'tis true, revolves their leapful springs, The fort but charms an earthly lover's eye, mild thanks, atoning pray’rs, embracing clings, The last draws angels from beyond the sky; allies of guiltless joy, gay gleams of sense, One, for a moment, man's frail heart procures; oft Atroking flatt'ries--active impotence; The other nakes your God for ever yours. ‘ricks of dumb love, which grateful wills express, ind all their nameless pow’rs of prettiness!

ADVICE These the fond mother's feeling mem'ry seize,

TO THE VIRGINS, TO GUARD AGAINST FLATA ind then the tear of nature flows for ease.

But reason's voice corrects the bold complaint, njoins submission, and inftru&s reltraint.

FAIREST, forgive the cob officious lay, "hus wipes the plaintive parent's weeping eye, That tend the mule you charm to smooth your way: Ind bids the unpermitted drop-be dry.

I, though admiring, a&t no lover's part,
What is it, thou thyself, miftaking mind!

Nor bid fost sounds seduce your lite'ning heart :
Haft found in this bad world, or hop'lt to find? Candidly touch'd my pen's obtrusive lear,
Chat thy presumptuous wish would dare retain, Nor dares to Thock, nor aims to soothe your ear:
Whom heaven's kind call exempes from future Needless, 'tis true, to bid such nyniphs beware,
pain :

Who ev'ry grace and virtue make their care :
Grant that the worst thou fear'it, should end this Yet modest excellence will ofc defcend

To thank onwankid caution in a friend, And death's dark screen defends thy child from A faithful pilot, fervent in his fears, woe!

And, trembling, anxious for the worth he feere. Vos. VIII,



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And views with wat'ry eyes, and wriaging hans

'Twere mortal pain, to see fuch beauty mourn, But my faithful bird is gone ;
By bold distress, or impious falsehood, torn. Mournful turtles murmur on.
Love's gay delusion tempts a thousand ways; Hop, ye red-breasts, o'er his stotie;
Now wounds with softness, now destroys with Cease to fing, and learn to mourn

Thy veil, o flattery! hides a traitor's heart,
And gives up confidence---a prey to art :

Go, happy paper, gently ftcal,
Unbridled youth, to consequences blind,

And soft beneath her pillow lie : Indalging body, hears no call of mind.

There, in a dream, my love reveal, Reeble discretion, fo by warmth o'er run,

A love that awe must elfe conceal,
Does, with a peacock's feather, fan the fun.

In filent doubt to die.
Beauty, that trusts too fast, is beauty's banc, Should the to fames thy hope confign,
A felf-betrayer, that embraces pain.

Thy suff'ring moment soon expires,
Oh, hear suspicious, when the lover sues!

A longer pain, alas' is mine, She most attracts, who longest can refuse.

Condemu'd in endless woe to pine, Poise the try'd terms on which his ho pe depends,

And feel unllack'ning fires.
Prop'd on the parent's counsel, and the friend's :

But if inclin'd co heat and bless,
So, leaning safe, and wanting space to Aray,
Love's guardian angels crown your nuptial day.

While in her heart soft pity (tirs;
Or should the gilded hypocrite at last

Tell her--her beauties might compel Show, that he meant your spotless fame to blast,

A hermit to forsake his cell, Fly the found tempter, each low lure despise,

And change his heav'n for her's. And lift your heart's wrong'd with above surprise. Oh, tell her ---wete her treasures miner Nature, that form'd you loveliest, doubly kind, Nature and art would court my aid; To like perfection rais'd your conquering mind. The painter's colours want her shine; Fram'd you to truth, to vistue turn'd your taste,

The rainbow's brow not half so fine For honour dress'd you, and for rev'rence grac'd. As her fweet eye-lids (hade! Freedom regain'd, pursue he shining track, By day the fun might Spare his rays; And leave the base repenter to his rack.

No Itar make ev'ning bright; Then bless the verse, that from such ruin fav'd

Her op'ning eyes, with sweeter blaze, An artless conqu’ror, by success enflav'd:

Should meafure all my smiling days, Now hajpy, painless hours lhall unperplex

And, if the flept, 'twere night.
The best-lov'd pattern of the loveliest (ex.


Wuile in the Mall my Celia shore,

And drew th' adoring world to gaze, FROM MR. CARTWRIGHT.

A wanton gnat came buzzing on, Tell me not of joy--there's none,

To gambol in her blaze.
Now my little sparrow's gone :

Enliven'd by her lucid beams,
He, jutt like you,

And urging bliss too nigh,
Would toy and woo:

Th’ attractive beauty's pow'rful freams He would chirp, and flatter me:

O'erwhelm'd him in her eye.
And, till he saw me look, and smile,
Lord, how fullen he would be !

The glowing orb swift catching fire,

Now heat was mix'd with light; He would catch a crumb, and then,

The wing, that durft so high aspire,
Sporting, let it go again;

She rubb'd co dust in spite.
He from my lip

Mean while the clouded light shone dim;
Would fit and lip;

Her sun through mifts appears;
From my plate he lov'ò to feed;

Moist anguish rose above the brim,
Here would hop, and there would run,

And flow'd away in ccars.
And ev'ry look and motion heed,
Till my very heart he won,

O Gnat! too happy thus to die?
O, how cager he would fight,

My Celia weeps thy face;

She kills me ev'ry day-yet !
And never hurt, though often bite!
He perch'd, alas!

No pity can create.
Upon my glass,

Mysterious sex! by custom led,
And ev'ry thing I did would do :

Mere trifles, most to prize! Ruffling now his feathers ail,

0, truth, to turn a lover's head! Now as sudden let them fall,

They murder men, and weep for flics. And then grew proud, and flcek'd 'em too, Would' t 'thou, Cupid, reach a heart?

THE KISS THROUGH A WINDOW. With his feathers wing thy dart?

Sav'd on a fhoal the shipwreck'd failor Aands,
Love might that way
Sure wounds convey.

Soul-cheering prospects from the neighb'sing landi

But if he tempts the waves, he toils in vain, A death devoted youth, in day's cool dawn, Big, buoyant billows rise between, and foar him Weary of insults, and from woes withdrawa, back again.

Long on the fullen furface fix'd his view, Oh! shameful loss of an invited kils!

And ligh'd-resolv'd to bid loath'd life adieu. Can brittle glass impede so near a bliss ?

'Tis bot to plunge, he cry'd, one moment there Frail is our am'rous hope, if love must be Saves me froni forrow, and oatleaps despair ; Subfervient to a thing so weak as thee!

Cover'd with calmness in this lulling bed, We knew before, nor sought thy aid to prove, No fear fhall reach my heart, no pain my head : That light's a nai'ral enemy to love!

Terror, and shame, and want, fhall with me die, But now, thy malice does new arts employ; And anguish be no more alive than I. First, give the hope, then dash the proffer'd joy. Yet, one dear movrner will my death distress, Thus abfent fanciers dream they meet the ghost Whom I would live for, could I live to bless! of some dead partner, whom they value moft : Her tears are tortures which I cannot bear; But when, with op’ning arms, they rush to greet, Her charms give madness, and her wants despair.

And, mix'd in mutual gralp, would warmly weet, Juft at this word the dear diftrufter came, E Cold blasts of wind divide the starting pair, Pierc'd the deep gloom, and catch'd the fatal aim. And the thip phantom flows away in air,

Trembling with horror, yet by love impellid,

Timely she grasp'd him; and, convulfive held: EPITAPH,

Ah! let me keep thee, though we beg, she cry'd; ON THE TOMB OF HENRY JERNEGAN, ESQ:

Life has no want, but what's by love fupply'd :

Wretched with thee, there's recompence in pain, All that accomplit'd body lends mankind, And bless'd without thee, I were bless'd in vain.' From earth receiving, he to earth refign'd: Hope, suffer, think, resolve, fubmit, contend, All thar c'er grac'd a soul from 'heav'n he drew, Move every fne--folicit every friend! And took back with him as an angel's duc. Die not thus young-e'er half our days are paft,

Love has long years to come: death pulls too fast. THE HAPPY MAN.

I will not feel distress while you are kind;

Nor bear a joyless world you leave behind. Higu o'er the winding of a cliffy thore, (roar;

See ! be advis'd : toro there your hopeless eye, From whose worn feep the black 'ning surges View those fweet rising shades that spread so nigh. Freeman--sweet Int! in quiet plenty lives; Rich in the unbought wealth which nature gives; How would she pity my poor heart's despair !

Think, did their royal planter hear my pray, Unplanted groves rise round his helter'd seat,

She the best wife, best mother, daughter, queen! And self-suwn flow'rs attract his wand'ring feet; Ah! that the, now, beheld this dreadful scene! Lengths of wild garden his near views adorn, And far feen fields wave with domeftic corn.

Think on her smiles.--and do but live to try! The grateful herds, which his own pastures feed, And, if that hope proves vain---+, too, will die. Pay their ask'd lives, and, in due tribute bleed. Here, in learn'd leisure he relaxes life,

THE WEDDING DAY. 'Twixt prattling children, and a smiling wife. Here, on dependent want he theds his care, 'Twas one May morning when the clouds un. Moves amid smiles, and all he hears is pray'r.

drawn, The world lies round him like a subjeå foil, Expos’d, in naked charms, the waking dawn; Scor'd for his service, but beneath his toil. When night-fall'o dews, by day's warm courtship Hence, in a morning walk, his piercing eye

won, Skims the green ocean to the circling sky. From reeking roses, climb'd to kiss the fon. And marks at distance some returning fail, Nature, new-blossom'd, Med her odours round, Wing'd by the courtship of a fatt'ring gale. The dew-bent primrosc kiss'd the breeze-swept The fearless crew concluding danger o'er;

ground. With gladd’ning shouts falute the op'ning shore ; The watchful cock had thrice proclaim'd the day, They think how best they may their gains employ, And glimmering sun-beams faintly forc'd their And antedate thin scenes of promis'd joy.


[went, Till a near quick-land checks their shorten'd way, When, joind in hand and heart, to church we And the sunk masts point through the rifing spray. Mutual in vows, and pris’ners by consent. Freeman farts, sad! revolves the changeful light, Aurelia's heart beat high with mix'd alarms, Where mis'ry can so soon succeed delight; But trembling beauty glow'd with double charms,

Then shakes his head in pity of their fate, In her fost breal a model struggle rose,
And swectly conscious, hugs his happier state. How the frould seem to like the lot the chose,

A smile the thought would dress her looks too gay;
THE POWER OF ROYAL PITY. A frown might seem too fad, and blast the day :

But, while, nor this, nor that, her will could bow, Verfes made for a Young Gentleman in Despair, and she walk'd, and look'd, and charm'dm--and knew fent to Queen Caroline, by N. 6-par.

not how. From a moist bank, beneath a silent fade,

Our hands, ac length, th' unchanging fiat bound Whose dark’ning arch depending willows made,

And our glad fouls Iprung out to macet the found:

ille ;

Joys meeting joys unite, and stronger shine; But while, disdainful of the mean control, For passion purify'd grows half divine.

No dull desires in vade my wakeful soul; Aurelia thou art mine, I cry'd-..and the

Adive the inspirer, skilful to pursue Sigh'd soft---now, Damon, thou art lord of me. Through the wild tracks of mazy mem'ry fice; But wilt thou, whisper'd the, the knot now ty'd, There scatter'd images to union brought, Which only death's keen weapon can divide, And form'd this wood'rous viữon to my chest Wilt thou, ftill mindful of thy raptures past,

I found myself at dead of deepest night, Permit the summer of love's hope to lait ? Cheer'd, by no glimm'ring spark of remunas lights Shall not cold wint'ry frofts come on too soon? Lock'd in that ancient venerable pile, Ah, lay! what means the world by honeymoon ? Which holds her sacred dust, who, lately bkk as If we lo short a space our bliss enjoy, What toils does love for one poor month employ? Ascending damps the gloomy concave fought, Women thus us'd like bubbles blown with air, And hung imprison'd to th’imper vious valk: Owe to their outward charms a sun.gile glare. While my shod feet crac'd swift the dusky Like them we glitter to the distant eye; Hoarse echoes multiply'd the trampling in But, grasp'd like them, we do but weep and die. The sweating stones distill'd a noilome dar

Leit more, faid I, thou should'It profane the bliss, And earthy scents my death-fed nostrils die I'll seal thy dang'rous lips with this close kiss; Cold frosts of fear pierc'd keen througs nii Not thus the heav'n of marriage hopes blaspheme,

part, But learn from me to speak on this lov'd theme. I And shiv'ring agues shook my ice-bound best There have been wedlock joys of swift decay, A hollow wind from whistling murmurs bere Like lightning, seen at once, and shot away : As gath’ring din more high, and Itrove to rester But theirs were hopes, which, all unfit to pair, The tatter'd trophies fann'd the prifon'à air

, Like fire and powder, kils'd and fialh'd to air. And chill amazement stiffen'd up my hair. Thy soul and mine, by mutual courtship won, While fix'd I tood, intent on rumblings Berning Mcet, like two mingling flames,and make but one. And distant groans alarm'd my aching ear; Union of hearts, not hands, does marriage make; Sudden, the temple shone, with rushing ! 'Tis sympathy of mind keeps love awake. And new-born cerrors overwhelm'd my light Our growing days increase of joy shall know, Ghosts from the loos’ning pavement raud on And thick-lown comforts leave no room for woe.

head, Thou, the soft swelling vine, shall fruitful last; And yawning graves disclose their shrouded is I, the trong elm, will prop thy beauties fait : Shot up in streams, a milt of spirits rise, Thou shalt Itrow sweets to soften life's rough As morning exhalations streak the skies. way,

Soul-freezing horror tingled through my And, when hot passions my proud wishes sway, And curdling fear bound hard the vital saed Thou, like some breeze, shall in my bosom play.. Unbending nerves their dying vigour lost, Thou for protection thalt on me depend; And drooping life scarce held her dang 'ross punt And I, on thee, for a soft faithful friend.

Large drops of sweat, from every foger be ], in Aurclia fhall for ever view,

And the whole frame of nature book with deras At once my care. my fear, my comfort too! From the calt end, where mould ring bied Thou shalt first partner in my pleasures be, But all my pains shall latt be known to thee. And worms, luxuriant, feast on royalty:

Aurelia heard, and view'd me with a smile, Where each proud tomb fome dust of princes belo Which seem'd at once to cherish and sevile ! There marches out a troop of lov'reign grote O, God of Love ! The cry'd, what joys were thine, Each in his badowy hand a fceptre bringa

, If all life's race were wedding days like mine ! Th' acknowledg'd mark of pow'r in living L*

A glittering diadem cach forehead wore, THE DREAM.

Their robes trail'd loose, and (wept the bouna

floor. SLOW-RISING night had her black flag unfurl'd, With low and fately ftride, the monarcha tih And Ipread her footy mantle o'er the world;

And ev'ry meaner spirit bows its head. The waining moon thed palc, a sickly light,

In foremost rank, as latest known to fame, And stars scarce (winkled to th' inquiring light.

The grave-brow'd ghost of awful ANNA Half the loft earth by darkness over-run,

Calm and serene the filent walks they traer, Wept in cold dews the absence of the fun.

And halt, regardful, at each folemn place: The waves were hush'd; the winds forgot to roar, Visit cach comb, and in myfterious itate, And forms detach'd in breezes cours'd the shore. Hail the dry remnants of the walled g71!. The mix'd creation was involv'd in deep;

This pomp of death, thus, wore hait right Fishes rolld Numb'ring through the Nagnate deep, And canie, ai length, where Denmark's brata Beatts, birds, and serpents, various beas pofseit, There Anna staid, and looking carefal rozs Some in thick woods, some in dark caverns relt.

With thadowy sceptre,touch'd the confciousgt Antipathies in commun ileep took part;

'Tis strange, the ligh'd, that he who mrd in Cari curo'd noe thought, and woe forgot to smart. Has never thank'd me, since I came to resto laimerg'u in rest niy drowsy senses lay,

The willing ghost his marbly fetters bieks

, And death's proud unage practis'd on my clay. And rosc up, lowly, at the pow'rful frede i



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Xind bold corruption turns the blush on grace; za fet And fortune's whelmy tides ingulf the soul: 24.1 or praise is insult where 'tis giv'n undue. et man to man's respect is rais'd, not born,

An air of sorrow bent his serious head,

On flatter'd statesmen, scowl a patriot eye ; e His eyes fome seeming tears, reluctant, thed ; Strip their badg'd poets, when they wrice, to lie. Em With folded arms, and discontented look,

If, rais'd by chance, some tarnisher of sway, kt: Thrice bow'd he, gently, and thus faintly spoke : Blund'ring through thifts, mistakes th' unwinding Hail, happy shade! rest here, unforc'd to reign,

way, Nor toil, to save a stubborn land in vain :

If, lumb'ring clogg'd, he drags, be-mir'd, along, Em How did just pity fweeten thy controul?

Cow'rs, to be safe---yet, injures, to be strong, d. How did it thou strain thy virtue-propping foul ? Tell him,---that hair-breadth 'scapes, and life-long How did't thou with th' unfinish'd course to run ?

fear, And ađ in will, what pow'r has lefe undone ! Buy pow'r, and pomp, and infamy, too dear.

For this, fince death, detraction wounds thy fame, Pass, pass, these sulph’ry meteors, of a day;
And insolent reproach corrodes thy name. Their blaze too dang'rous ! and too loft, their
Ungrateful people ! unrepenting state!
Halt thou, o queen! deferv'd ch'ungen:le fate? On suns, not comets, fix thy eagly ken,
He ceas'd :-Each list’ning monarch shook his Touch the proud hearts of monarchs, into men.

Thence, flows contagion : light must generate
While she to whom he spoke, thus answ'ring said : light,
- DENMARK! wonder not at ills like chose; Or mimic millions catch the royal blite :
Angels, if crown'd in England, would have foes ! Kings, who are kings, shed lustre o'er mankind;

Desert like mine, with living glories paid, But dim-cy'd princes make whole nations blind. weitere Can fear no scandal, when beconie a Ihade. ---So, godlike Cæsar rul'd ungrateful Rome,

fanght's left wanting to my people's pray'r, And short-liv'd virtue shot a blatted bloom : Mourn not th' unfinish'd progress of my care : But, when lewd Nero ftain'd imperial (way, When princes some wish'd good in vain pursue, Vice, with a rapid stream, swepe shame away By them not done, 'cis left for heav'n to do.

Let the low muse, that strikes the venal strings, Let us in peace enjoy our silent bed,

Tune her tame lyre, and swell the pomp of kinga. sruth always triumphs when the serves the dead. Undreading, thou, where'er the cenfure falls,

Enter proud palaces imperious walls.

There ---goud, or evil---feize th' unshadow'd fact,

And call truth, truth, however princes act. Born in an age, when virtue veils her face,

Sublimely fir'd, I snatch the glorious aim!

'Twere great, indeed, to give the royal, fame! Where reprile genius winds, at pow'rs controul,

But,---where, O spotless light, of reason's eye!

Where, among princes, wilt thou greatness ipy? Where sense by flace'ry; Manie by want is

Shall Britain's boast v'erload my lab'ring lines? weigh's,

No.--with known force, domestic glory thines ! And servile poets make their art a trade,

Flatt'ry were base : and needless the design, Rise, gen'rous muse! out-foar the venal view; To say (ro angels), heav'n is all divine.

Northward, departing muse, extend thy flight; Though penfion'd fame can fawn, till fools are There, a new sun inflames the land of night; taught

There, arts and arms, the worlds fifth empire To boast th' imputed wic their brib'ry bought;

There dateless times shall hail my prophet praise; And dullness dignifi'd, but doubles (corn.

Thy line, great Czar! shall ftretch that shorten'd Ah! narrow hearts ! that know not wisdom's

name, weight,

To more than Cæsar's pow'r, and all his fame. But impudently call the proud the great.

Taught, by thy plans, to reign victorious full, Spread the broad wings of truth, impartial muse! And length'ning down, through time, thy death. Dare a new theme-nor, now, let fancy choose;

less skill, Serious, and fad, the faults of custom mend, Legions of kings, shall wait their doomful nod,

To friendless genius fame’s due succuur lend As hosts, from Moses, watch'd ch' inspiring God ! f, in some dulky corner, thon shalt find

O! pride, celestial, of my muse's praise ! A ragged fortune hide a nobler mind,

Thou ! belt invok'd !---inspire my rifing lays, Disperse the cloud; and be the labour thine, Kindle my glowing foul, with fires, like thine, To teach the shame-fac'd virtue, how to shine. And lend me light, to make my off'ring thine ! Or, should fome wealth-eacumher'd churl with Though right to mark, how cow'ri' g eagles fly, hold

Asks che try'd sharpness of an cagle's eye ; Th' enlivening use of unpartaken gold,

Though high-rais'd viewv, can beít, a prospect show, "If meanly proud, the wretch disdains to weigh, Which he but ill defcribes, who ftands too low; The wise man's wants, against the treasur'd clay. Yet, if, aspiring to the theme,.--I feel With ceaseless satire, goad his sneaking soul, Thy glory's love propel my trembling zeal, Till his pride, fuff'ring, gives his talte controul. 0, prince! the gratetul arrogance forgive ; Then, muse: from life's low wrongs, indignant, No genuine mure, to charm’d, can silent live. turn,

Perish the pride, in poor distinction shown, With loftier fame, for suff’ring nations, burne That makes man blind, to bleslings not his owa)


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