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Raptur'd with the nervous strain,
From the mountain's side I darted ;
Swept my polish'd lyre again,

And from worldly cares departed.

While among the stars I wander'd,
Sounds symphonious touch'd mine ears;
Round me comets fierce meander'd,
Fix'd to no peculiar spheres.

Here my heavenly Mentor left me,
Dark'ning all the concave bright;
Of his powerful aid bereft me,
And destroy'd my wonted sight.

Through the wasteful glooms I fell,
Through the londly-roaring ocean,
'Till I reach'd the gulph of hell,

Where I heard a wild commotion !

'Long the dun sulphureous regions,

Far my wailings deep resounded;

Satan, with his frantic legions,

At the noise recoil'd astounded!

Serpents now about me twin'd,

Flaky fires sear'd all my skin;
Volumes huge of noxious wind,
Fann'd the burning flames within!

Struggling from the boiling billows,
Sleep dissolv'd his genial spell;

I woke, and, 'neath the weeping willows,
View'd a newly chorded shell!?

T. C. R. Nov. 1808.

MEN ANDER.

QUATORZAIN.

Whilst not a sound disturbs the midnight air,
And Cynthia flings her solitary gleams
Within yon dell, where slumbers wan Despair,
Who 'guiles the sad hours with fantastic dreams.

Alone thro' woods unvisited I'll stray,

And wake the listless numbers of my lyre;
Where Memory's eyes the tribute due shail pay,
To her who lives with the Eternal Sire!
On Marianna's tomb, which I so oft have prest,
I'll lay my head, and to the moon complain;
Who, kindly list'ning to my lorn request,

Shall stop my haud, and soothe my fev'rish brain:
But tho' I sleep, the faithful chords shall tell,

Swept by the gale, of her I lov'd so well!

Grafton-street, Nov. 1808.

DOUBTFUL INTERROGATIONS RESOLVED.

J.G.

INSCRIBED TO MISS SARAH MORGAN, OF YATTON-COURT.
Should my heart be depress'd by the demon of grief,
And the charms of the world a dark chaos appear;
Should my friends become shy, and withhold their relief,
Say, where can I find a protector sincere?

Say, where can I find one to mitigate woe,

To drown my complainings-to shield me from death?

Alas! there is none that's incln'd to bestow,

To the pangs of misfortune, the comforting breath!

The delight of my life,-the promoter of bliss-
No longer my torments of mind can appease!
No more the sweet essence of Marianne's kiss
Can sooth Melancholy's corroding disease!

Soft!-still there is Sarah! whose love-beaming eye,
Flings the sunshine of peace to enliven my heart;
Whose nectarous kisses with Marianue's vie,
And the softest emotions of pity impart.

Then come all ye terrors of "grim-visag'd" Spleen!
Ye black leering horrors! ye spirits forlorn!
Ye gaunt pallid spectres of features obscene,
Of Hecat's in hell's foulest labyrinth born!

No more will I shrink at your tauntings at night,
Or heed your endeavours to tear me in twain;
The smile of my lover shall baffle your spite,
And prove all your arts to oppress me are vain!

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Then in thee my dear girl! most distinctly I trace,
A protector—a friend 'midst the deepest of woe;
A lover, the smiles of whose elegant face,

To the keenest misfortune relief can bestow!

August 29, 1808.

September,,

SONNET TO THE MOON.

Mild orb! that shinest so sereuely fair,
Thee do I court at evening's lonely hour;
When Silence awes the meditative air,

HORATIO.

Enthron'd aloft on some stupendous tow'r.
On thy dark turrets, hideous to the eye,
Wigmore! alone at solemn tide I've been,
Intently musing on the spangled sky,

Or, visions sporting on the distant green.
For what can equal that enchanting time,
When Fancy plumes her variegated wing;
When wrapt in dreams, the Poet looks sublime,
On those vast regions of th'eternal King;

Or, thro' the awful solitude of night,
He onward urges his impetuous flight?

TO HORATIUS.

When mild Aurora gilds my attic sphere,
O'erwhelm'd in thought I turn from side to side
On my lone couch, and oft the conscious tear,
Bids Wisdom's strongest energies subside.
In vain for me she decks the laughing sky
With sweetest flow'rs and hues of every sort ;
Me Recollection fondly prompts to sigh,
For her † I left at Yatton's rural court!

Nor wou'd I pray indulgent heaven to steel
This doting heart against that Power supreme;
For what am I, unless inform'd to feel

A sense of virtuous sorrow and esteem
A dark, disgusting creature of mankind,
Of human form, but, of barbarian mind!
1808.

* Wigmore Castle,- -a Ruin.

J. G.

+ Miss Sarah Morgan.

THE LONDON THEATRES.

DRURY-LANE.

OCTOBER

27. Travellers. Koyau, Mr. BRAHAM (his 1st appearance this season)-Three and the Deuce.

29. World.-Blue Beard.

31. John Bull Dan (for that night only), Mr. De Camp.-Blue Beard.

NOVEMBER

1. Cabinet. Count Curvoso, Mr. Penley.-Three Weeks after Marriage.

2.

She Stoops to Conquer. Young Marlow, Mr. De Camp.Blue Beard.

3. Country Girl.-Ib.

5. Stranger.-lb.

7. Soldier's Daughter.-Ib.

8. Haunted Tower.

Edward, Mr. Russell; Lady Elinor (1st time), Miss Lyon; Adela (1st time), Mrs. Mountain.-Mayor of Garrat.

9. No performance, on account of the preparations for the new play of The Siege of St. Quintin.

10. [NEVER ACTED.] THE SIEGE OF ST. QUINTIN; or, Spanish Heroism. The Overture and Music composed and selected by Mr. Hook. Spaniards. Emanuel Philip (Duke of Savoy), Mr. Putnam; Count Egmont (second in command), Mr. Elliston; Theodore (his son), Master Wallack; Everard (the military Minstrel), Mr. Braham; Bertrand, Mr. De Camp; Alvarez, Mr. RayAdriana (wife of Egmont), Mrs. H Siddons.-English. Sir Leinster Kildare, Mr. Johnstone; Captain M'Intyre, Mr. Maddocks; Jack, Mr. Penley; Serjeant Sturdy, Mr. Cooke; Soldiers, Mr. Gibbon and Mr. Dignum.-French. De Courcy (governor of the castle), Mr. Raymond; Laroche, Mr. Smith; Rosa de Valmont, Miss Ray; Margaret, Miss Tidswell-Spoil'd Child. Little Pickle (1st time), Miss Kelly.

11.

Ib-Sultan.

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17. Ib.-Three and the Deuce.

18. Ib.-Matrimony.

19. Ib.-Of Age To-Morrow.

Mrs. Mathews, and Mrs. Mountain.

21.

Sophia, and Maria (1'st time),

John Bull. Sir Simon Rochdale, Mr. Penley; Dan, Mr. Mathews -Blue Beard.

22. Duenna-Mayor of Garrat.

The Siege of St. Quintin, of which the following is the plot, was written, hastily of course, to benefit, aud be benefited by, the cause in which the Spanish nation is at present so gloriously engaged. We do not think that the object has been successfully attained. The Spaniards have, it is true, in this siege, the advantage over the French, but it is by a paltry stratagem, viz. by getting possession of the pass-word, and so finding their way into the VOL. IV.

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