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HAVING lately seen in print some poems ascribed to me vvhich I never wro' , iuid some of my own inaccurately copied, I thought it would not be improper to publish, in this little volume, all the verses of which I am willing to be considered as the author. Many others I did indeed write in the early part of my life; but they were in general so incorrect, that I would not rescue them from oblivion, even if a wish could do it.
Some of the few now offered to the public would perhaps have been suppressed, if in making this collection I had implicitly followed my own judgment. But in so small a matter, who would refuse to submit his opinion to that of a friend?
It is of no consequence to the reader to know the date of any of these little poems. But some private reasons determined the author to add, that most of them were written many years ago, and that the greater part of the Mitutrel which is his latest attempt in this *ay, was composed in the year 1768.
ODE TO PEACE.
1.1. PEACE, heaven-descended maid! whose powerful voice From ancient darkuess call'd the morn, Of jarring elements composed the noise: When Chaos, from his old dominion torn, With all his bellowing throng, Far, far was hurl'd the void abys3 along; And all the bright angelic choir To loftiest raptures tuned the heavenly lyre, Pour'd in loud symphony th* impetuous strain; And every fiery orb and planet sung, And wide through night's dark desolate domain Rebounding long and deep the lays triumphant rung. I. 2, Oh whither art thou fled, Saturnian reign? Roll round again, majestic years! To break fell Tyranny's corroding chain, From Woe's wan cheek to wipe the bitter tears, Ye years, again roll round! Hark from afar what loud tumultuous sound, While echoes sweep the winding vales, Swells full along the plains, and loads the gales' Murder deep-roused, with the wild whirlwind's haste And roar of tempest, from her cavern springs, Her tangled serpents girds around her waist, Smiles ghastly-stern, and shakes her gore-distilling wings.
1.3. Fierce up the yielding skies The shouts redoubling rise: lEarth shudders at the dreadful sound, And all is listening trembling round
Torrents, that from yon promontory's head
Dash'd furious down in desperate cascade,
Heard from afar amid the lonely night
That oft have led the wanderer right,
Are silent at the noise.
The mighty ocean's more majestic voice
Drown'd in superior din is heard no more;
The surge in silence sweeps along the foamy shore.
The bloody banner streaming in the air Seen on yon sky-mix'd mountain's brow, The mingling multitudes, the madding car Pouring impetuous on the plain below, War's dreadful lord proclaim. Bursts out by frequent fits th' expansive flamo. Whirl'd in tempestuous eddies flies The surging smoke o'er all the darkened skies. The cheerful face of heaven no more is seen, Fades the morn's vivid blush to deadly pale, The bat flits transient o'er the dusky green Night's shrieking birds along the sullen twilight sail.
InvolvM in fire-streak'd gloom the car comes on; The mangled steeds grim Terror guides. His forehead writhed to a relentless frown, Aloft the angry power of battles rides: Grasp'd in his mighty hand A mace tremendous desolates the land; Thunders the turret down the steep, The mountain shrinks before its wasteful sweep; Chill horror the dissolving limbs invades; Smit by the blasting lightning of his eyes, A bloated paleness beauty's bloom o'erspreads, Fades every flowery field, and every verdure dies.
How startled Phrenzy stares,
"Where late was heard the flute's mellifluous lay;
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