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['he debt discharg'd, then should her soldier Thro' all the world in vain for ages sought, come

[hodie; But fate has doom'd thee now, and thou art tay from the field, and Aush'd with conquest, caught. l'ith equal ardour her affection meet,

Then round his neck his arms he pimbly cast, ind lay his laurels at his mistress' feet. And seiz'd him by the throat, and grasp'd him le ceas'd, and sighing took a kind adiey; } fast; 'hen urg'd his steed; the fierce Grifippo Aew Till forc'd at length the soul forsook its seat, ith rapid force, outstripp'd the lagging wind, And the pale breathless corse fell bleeding at nd left the blissful shores, and weeping fair his feet. behind;

Scarce had the cursed spoiler left his prey, ow o'er the seas pursu'd his airy flight, When, so it chanc'd, young Zephyr pass'd that ow scour d the plains, and climb'd the way; mountain's heighi...

(run Toa late his presence to assist his friend, Thus driving on at speed, the prince had 'sad, but helpless witness of his end. ear half his course, when, with the settingsun He chafes, and fans, and strives in vain to cure $ thro' a lonely lane he chanc'd to ride, His streaming wounds; the work was done too ith rocks and bushes fenc's on either side,

sure. : spied a waggon full of wings, that lay. Now lightly with a soft embrace uprears oke and o'ertura'd across ths narrow way: The lifeless load, and bathes it in his tears; le helpless driver on the dirty road. Then to the blissful seats with speed conveys, y struggling, crush'd beneath th’incumbent And graceful on the mossy carpet lays, Ter in human shape was seen before [load. With decent care, close by the fountain's side wight so pale, so feeble, and so poor. Where brst the princess had her phanix spied. mparisons of age would do him wrong, There with sweet flowers his lovely limbs he Nestor's self if plac'd by him were young strew'd,

[stow'd. limbs were naked all, and worn so thio, and gave a parting kiss, and sighs and iears beebones seem'd starting thro' the parchoient To that sad solitude the weeping dame, skin.

(weak, Wild with her loss, and swoln with sorrow, leves half drown'd in rheum, his accents came; ,

mnourt d was his head, and furrow'd was his cheek. There was she wont to vent her griefs, and "he conscious steed stopt short in deadly Those dear delights that must no more return. fright,

Alight; Thither that morn with more than usual care 1 back recoiling stretch'd his wings for She sped, buto, what joy to find him there! enthusthewretch with suppliearingtone, 2 Asjust arriv'd, and weary with the way, Trueful face, began his piteous moan, (Retir'd to soft repose her hero lav. 1, as he spake, the tears ran trickling (Now near approaching she began to croep down.

J|With careful steps, loth to disturb his sleep; intle youth, if pity e'er inclin'd

Till quite o'ercome with tenderness she flew, soulto generous deeds, if e'er thy mind And round his neck berarms in transport threw. touch'd with soft distress, extend thy care But when she found him dead, no tongue can ave an old man's life, and ease the load I tell

insfell. bear.

The pangs she felt; she shriek'e, and swooning bay propitious heav'n your journey speed,| Waking, with loud laments she pierc'd the skies, ong your days, and all your rows succeed. And filled th' aflrighted forest with her cries. »d with the pray'r the kind Porsenna staid, That fatal hour the palace gates she barrd, nobly minded to refuse his aid,

And fix'd around the coast a stronger guari ; , prudence yielding to superior grief, Now rare appearing, and at distance seen, vt from his steed, and ran to his relief; With crowds of black misfortunes plac'd beov'd the weight, and gave the pris'ner. tsveen, breath,

Mischiefs of every kind, corroding care, choak'd aad gasping on the verge of death. And fears, and jealousies, and dark despair:

reach'd his hand, when lightly with al And since that day (the wretched world must bound

own

(known) grizly spectre, vaulting from the ground, These mournful truths by sad experience I him with sudden gripe; th' astonishid No mortal e'er enjoy'd that happy cline, prince,

[fence. And every thing on earth submits to Time. I horror-struck, and thoughtless of deKing of Russia! with a thund'ring sound SOXNETS, RY SMITH. . wid the ghastly fiend, at length ihou 'rt!

$ 130. To the Moon. found;

QUEEN of the silver bow! by thy pale beam, ve the ruler of mankind, and know, be Alone and pensive, I delight to tray, . ame is Time, thy ever dreaded foe. And watch thy shadow trembling in the stream, se feet are founder'd, and the wings you see Or mark the floating clouds that cross thy I to the pinions in pursuit of thee;

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And while I gaze, thy mild and placid light And points my wishes to that tranquil shore,

Sheds a soft calm upon my troubled breast;Where the pale spectre Care pursues no more. And oft I think, fair planet of the night!

That in thy orb the wretched may have rest; The sufferers of the earth perhaps may go,

$ 134. To Night. Releas'd by death to thy benignant sphere; I LOVE thee, mournful sober-suited night, And the sad children of despair and woc | When the faint moon, yet lingering in her Forget, in thee, their cup of sorrow here.

wane, O! that I soon may reach ihy world serene, And veil'd in clouds, with pale uncertain light Poor wearied pilgrim-in this toiling scene! | Hangs o'er the waters of the restless main.

In deep depression sunk, th' enfeebled ood

Will to the deaf, cold elements complain, & 131. On the Departure of the Nightingale. To sullen surges and the viewless wind,

And tell th' embosom'd grief, however rain, Cweet poet of the woods a long adieu! Tho' no repose on thy dark breast I find, w Farewel, soft minstrel of the early year! I still enjoy thee, cheerless as thou art; Ah ! 'twill be long ere thou shalt sing anew, For in thy quiet gloom th'exhausted hear

And pourthy music on the night's dull ear.' Is calm, thó' wretched; hopeless, yet resiga'd: Whether on spring thy wandering Alights await, While to the winds and waves its sorrows gire

Or whether silent in our groves you dwell, May reach tho'lost on earth-the ear of He The pensive muse shall own thee for her mate,

ven! And still protect the song she loves so well. With cautious step the love-lorn youth shall

$ 135. To Tranquillity. glide

(nest, Thro the lone brake that shades thy mossy In this tumultuous sphere, for thee unfit, And shepherd girls froin eves profane shall hidel" How seldom art thou found-Tranquilina The gentle bird, who sings of pity best:

| Unles 3 'tis when with mild and downcasteg For still thy voice shall soft affections move, By the low cradles thou delight'st to sit And still be dear to sorrow, and to love!

of sleeping infants, watching the soft brest

And bidding the sweet slumberers easy

Or sometimes hanging o'er the bed of death, § 132. Written at the Close of Spring. Where the poor languid sufferer hopes to The garlands fade that Spring so lately wove, 10 beauteous sister of the halcyon peace! Each simple flow'r which she had nurs'd! I sure shall find thee in that heavenly sce in dew,

"]Where care and anguish shall their powers Anemonies, that spangled cvery grove

sign; The primrose wan, and hare-6e mildly blue.. Where hope alike and rain regret shall ca No more shall violets linger in the dell:

And Memory, lost in happiness serene. Or purple orchis variegate the plain, Repeat no more--that misery has been mine. Till Spring again shall call forth every bell, And dress with humid hands her wreaths s 136. Written in the Churchyard at M again.

ton in Sussex. Ah! poor humanity! so frail, so fair,

Are the fond visions of thy carly day, Press'd by the Moon, mute arbitress Till tyrant passion and corrosive care

tides, Bid all thy fairy colours fade away!

While the loud cquinox its power combina Another May new buds and flow'rs shall bring :). The sea no more its swelling surge con Ah! why has happiness no second Spring? But o'er the shrinking land sublimely riches

The wild blast, rising from the western ca $ 133. Should the lone Wanderer. | Drives the huge billows from their hea! SHOULD the lone wanderer, fainting on his

i bed;

Tears from their grassy tombs the village de Rest for a moment of the sultry hours. And breaks the silent sabbath of the graval And tho' his path thro'ļhorns and roughness

With shells and sea-weed mingled, on the shi lay, i

I Lo! their bones whiten in the frequent wa Pluck the wild rose or woodbine's adding But vain to them the winds and waters flow'rs;

[tree, They hear the warring elements no more : Weaving gay wreaths, beneath some sheltering While I am doom'd, by life's long storm The sense of sorrow he awhile may lose; To

I prest, So have I sought thy flow'rs, fair Poésy! To gaze with envy on their gloomy rast. So charm'd my way with Friendship and The Muse.

$ 137. Frillen at Penshurst, in Autumn 17 But darker now grows life's unhappy day, Ive tow'rs sublime, deserted now and drea

Dark with new clouds of evil yet to come: 1 Yewoods, deep sighing to the hollow bay Her pencil sickening Fancy throws away, The musing wanderer loves to linger near, And wcary Hope reclines upon the tomb; ! While history points to all your glosies p

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Sway,

And startling from their haunts the timid deer,,· Now, while the demons of despair and death

To trace the walks obscur'd by matted fern, · Ride on the blast, and urge the howling storia! Which Waller's soothing lyre were wont to hear, Lo! by the lightning's momentary blaze,

mil. I see him rise the whitening waves'above, The spoiling hand of time may overturn

1. No longer such as when in happier days These lofty battlements, and quite deface The fading canvas whence we love to learn

• He gave th'enchanted hours-to me and love: Sydney's keen look, and Sacharissa's grace: /' Such as when daring the euchafed sea, But fame and beauty still defy decay,

1. And courting dangerous toil, he often said, Sav'd by th' historic page, the poet's tender lay!

• That every peril, one soft smile from me,

One sigh of speechless tenderness, o'erpaid : $ 138. Elegy.

1. But dead, disfigur'd, while between the roar 'Dark gathering clouds involve the threat- Orthe loud waves his accents pierce mine ear, *ening skies,

And seem to say-Ah, wretch! delay no more, * The sea beaves conscious of th' impending' But coine, unhappy mourner-meet me here. gloom,

1. Yet, powerful fancy, bid the phantom stay, Deep hollow murmurs from the cliffs arise; Sull let nie hear hini!--Tis already past; - They come-the Spirits of the Tempest come!' Along the waves his shadow glides away, 0! may such terrors mark th' approaching. I lose his voice amid the deafening blast. night

**(plore! Ah! wild illusion, born of frantic pain! As reign'd on that these streaming eyes de- · He hears not, comes not from his watery bed; Flash, ye red fires of heaven, with fatal light, Mv tears, my anguish, my despair are vain, And with conflicting winds, ye waters, roar! • Th' insatiale ocean gives not up its dead.

Loud and more loud, ye foaming billows, • 'Tis not his voice! Hark! the deep thunders . burst!

roll; Ye warring elements, more fiercely rave! Upheares the ground; the rocky barriers fail; Till the wide waves o'erwhelm the spot ac- Approach, ye horrors that delight my soul, 'curst

.' l Despair, and Death, and Desolation, hail!' Where ruthless Avarice finds a quiet grave!" The ocean hears-th'embodied waters come, hus with clasp'd hands, wild looks, and Rise o'er the land, and with resistless sweep streaming hair,

speech, Tear from its base the proud aggressor's tomb, "hile shrieks of horror broke her trembling and bear the injur'd io eternal sleep! wretched maid, the victim of despair, irrey'd the threatening storm and desert beach. ben to the tomb where now the father slept

139. Elegy to Pity. Anox. bose rugged nature bad her sorrows flow, LAIL, lovely Pow'r! whose bosomn heaves the antic she turn'd-and beat her breast and

im H sigh, voking vengeance on the dust below'. [wepe, When Fancy paints the scene of deep distress; ..! rising there above each humble heap. Whose tears spontaneous crystallize the eve, ion cypherd stones his name and wealth

ish! When rigid Fate denies the pow'r lo bless. relate,

Not all the sweets Arabia's gales convey ho gave his son, remorseless, to the deep, From flow'ry meads, caa with that sigh comWhile I, his living victiin, curse my fate. .

pare: O my lost love! no tomb is plac'd for thee,

Not dew-drops glittering in the morning rar. that may to strangers' eyes thy worth impart;),

| Seem near so beauteous as that falling tear. Thou hast no grave but in the storiny sea, Devoid of fear, the fans around thee play; Ind no memorial but this breaking heart. Emblem of peace, the dove before thee fies; forth to the world a widow'd wanderer

No blood-stain'd traces mark thy blameless

way, driven, pour to winds and waves th' unheeded tear;

| Beneath thy feet no hapless insect dies. Try with vain effort to submit to heaven, Come, lovely nymph! and range the mead with And fruitless call on him " who cannot

| To spring the partridge from the guileful foe, U might I fondly clasp him once again. From secret spares the struggling bird to free, Whileo'er my head th'infuriate billows pour,

And stop the hand uprais'd to give the blow. Forget in death this agonizing pain,

And when the air with heat meridian glows, And feel his father's cruelty no more!

And nature droops beneath the conquering l'art, raging waters! part, and shew beneath, Ice In your dread cares, his pale and mangles

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Or turn to nobler, greater tasks thy care, When o'er the hill is shed a paler day,

To me thy sympathetic gifts impart; That gives to stillness, and to night, the grores. Teach mein Friendship's griefs to bear a share, Ah! let the gay, the roseate morning hail,

And justly boast the generous feeling heart. When, in the various blooms of light arrar'd, Teach me to sooth the helpless orphan's grief, Si

She bids fresh beauty live along the sale, With timely aid the widow's woe assuage,

| And rapture tremble in the vocal shade: To Misery's moving cries to yield relief,

Sweet is the lucid morning's op'ning flow's,

Her choral melodies benignly rise ; And be the sure resource of clrooping age.

Yet dearer to my soul the shadowy hour, So when the genial spring of life shall fade, LAI

At which her blossoms close, her music de: And sinking nature owns the dread decay, For then mild nature, while she droops her Some soul congenial then may lend its aid,

Wakes the soft tear 'tis luxury to shed latest And gild the close of life's eventful day,

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$ 142. Sonnet to Expression. proaching Death, by MICHAEL BRUCE.

Miss WILLIAM Now spring returns; but not to me returns

EXPRESSION, child of soul! I love to trace The vernal joy my better years have Thy strong enchantments, when the fact known:

lyre, Dim in my breast life's dying taper burns, The painter's pencil, catch the vivid fire,

And all the joys of life with health are flown. And beauty wakes for thee each touching grax Starting and shiv'ring in th' inconstant wind, But from my frighted gaze thy form avert,

Meagre and pale, the ghost of what I was, When horror chills thy tear, thy ardent sigla Beneath some blasted tree I lie reclin'd, When phrensy rolls in thy impassion d ere,

And count the silent moments as they pass : Or guilt lives fearful at thy troubled heart; The winged moments, whose unstaying speed The wasting groan, or view the pallid look

Nor ever let my shudd'ring fancy bear . No art can stop, or in their course arrest; lor him the Nuses lov'd.. when hope forsee Whose flight shall shortly count me with the Ilis spirit, vainly to the Muses dear dead,

had Test: For charm'd with heavenly song, this blceda And lay me down in peace with them that

Mourns it could sharpen ill, and give despaid Oft morning dreams presage approaching fate; rest!

And morning dreams, as poets tell, are true: Led by pale ghosts, I enter death's dark gate,

$ 143. Sonnet to Hope. And bid the realıns of light and life adieu !

Miss WILL I hear the helpless wail, the shriek of woe;

ToEver skill'd to wear the form we lov' I see the muddy wave, the dreary shore, TV, To bid the shapes of fear and grief der The sluggish streams that slowly creep below, Come, gentle Hope! with one gav smile rest

Which mortals visit, and return no more. The lasting sadness of an aching heart; | Farewel, ye blooming fields ! yecheerful plains! Thy voice, benign enchantress! let me be. Enough for me the churchyard's lonely Say that for me some pleasures vet shall blat mound,

That fancy's radiance, friendship's preca Where Melancholy with still Silence reigns,

tear,

[gle And the rank grass waves o'er the cheerless Shall soften, or shall chase, misfort. 1 ground.

But come not glowing in the dazzling rar There let me wander at the close of eve,

Which once with dearillusions charm d m When sleep sits dewy on the labourer's eyes,

O strew no more, sweet flatterer! op my The world and all its busy follies leare,

The flow'rs I fondly thought too brightki And talk with wisdom where my Daphnis Visions less fair will sooth my pensive bed lies.

That asks not happiness, but longs for res There let me sleep, forgotten, in the clay, When death shall shut these wcary aching § 144. Sonnet to the Moon. eyes.

Miss WILLIA Rest in the hopes of an eternal day,

The glitt'ring colours of the day are ficou Till the long night is gone, and the last morn Come, melancholy orb! that dwell'sts arise.

night,

Come! and o'er earth thy wand'ringlustre si § 141. Sonnet to Twilight. Thy deepest shadow and thy softest light.

Miss WILLIAMS. To me congenial is the gloomy grove, M MEEK

eer Twilight! haste to shroud the solar ray, When with faint rays the slopinguplands sh: And bring the hour my pensive spirit That gloom, those pensive rays, alike I las loves;

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But most for this, pale orb! thy light is dear, My Muse to grief resigns the varying tone,
For this, benignant orb! I hail thee most, The raptures languish, and the numbers
That while I pour che unavailing tear,
And mourn that hope to me, in youth is lost!! O Memory! thou soul of joy and pain!
Thy light can visionary thoughts impart, Thou actor of our passions o'er again!
And lead the Muse io sooth a suff'ring heart. Why dost thou aggravate the wreich's woe?

Why add continuous smart to ev'ry blow? $ 145. The Bustard. Savage... Few are my joys; alas! how soon forgot! In gayer hours, when high my fancy ran, On that kind quarter thou invad'st me not:

The Muse, exulting, thus her lay began: While sharp and numberless my sorrows fall; Blest be the Bastard's birth! through won. Yet thou repeat'st and multipliest them all! drous ways

| Is chance a guilt? that my disastrous heart, Heshines eccentric like a comet's blaze! For mischief never meant, must erer smart? Ile lives to build, not boast, a generous race: Can self-defence be sin?--Ah, plead no more! No tenth transmitter of a foolish face. What tho' no purpos'd malice stain'd thee o'er, His daring hope no sire's example bounds; Had Heaven befriended thy unhappy side, His first-born lights no prejudice corsounds. Thou hadst not been provok'

d or thou hadst He, kindling from within, requires no Hame; died. He glories in a Bastard's glowing 1:ame. Far be the guilt of homeshed blood from all

Born to himself, by no possession led, On whom, unsought, embroiling dangers fall! a freedom foster'd, and by fortune fed; Suill the pale dead revives, and lives to ine, Vor guides, nor rules, his sovereign choice To me, through Pity's eye condemn'd to see! control,

Reineinbrance veils his rage, but swells his lis body independent as his soul; [aim, fate; oosid to the world's wide range-enjoin'd no Griev'd I forgive, and am grown cool too late. 'rescrib'd no duty, and assign'd no name : Young and unthoughtful then, who knows, ature's unbounded son, he stands alone,

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sway! lis heart unbiass'd, and his mind his own. What ripening virtues might have made their

O Mother, yet no Mother ! 'tis to you 'He miglit have livid till folly died in shame, ly thanks for such distinguish'd claims are due. Tüll kindling wisdom felt a thirst for fame. ou, unenslav'd to Nature's narrow laws, lle inight perhaps liis country's friend hare Varm championess for Freedom's sacred cause, proy'd; tom all the dry devoirs of blood and line, Both happy, generous, candid, and belor'd; rom ties maternal, moral, and divine, (shore, He might have sav'd some worth now doom'd kischarg'diny grasping soul; push'd me froin to fall; nd lauoch'd me into life without an oar. And I perchance, in him, have murder'd all. What had I lost, if, conjugally kind, | O fate of late repentance, always vain! y nature hating, yet by vows confind, Thy remedies bui lull undying pain. [care 'ntaught the matrimonial bounds to slight, Where shall nuy hope find rest?-No mother's nd coluly conscious of a husband's right, Shielded my infant innocence with prayer: ou had faint drawn ine with a forın alone, No father's guardian hand my youth main. lawful lump of life, by force vour own!

tain'd, hen, while your backward will retrench'd de-Callid forth my virtues, or from sice restrain'd, od unconcurring spirits lent no fire, [sire, Is it not thine to snatch some pow'rful arm, had been born your dull, domestic hcir, First to advance, then screen from future vad of your life, and notive of your care;

harm? irhaps been poorly rich, and incanly great, Am I returo'd from death, to live in pain? heslose of pomp, a cypher in the state; Or would Imperial Pity save in vain? ordly peglectful of a worth unknown, Distrust it no-what blame cun mercy find, od slumbering in a seat by chance my own. Whxh gives at once a life, and re:rs a mind? Far nobler blessings wait the Bastard's lot; 1 Mother miscall'al, farewel!---of soul serere, aceived in rapture, and with fire begot! This sad reflection yet may force one tear: ong as necessity, he starts away,

All I was wretched by, to you I ow'd; abs against wrongs, and brighiensinto day. Alone from strangers every comfort Howd! Thus unprophetie, lately misinspir'd, Lost to the life you gave, your son no more,

ng: gay futt'ring hope iny fancy fir'd; And now adopted, who was doom'd before, y secure, through conscious scorn of ill, Vew-boro, I may a nobler Mother claim, is taught by wisdom how to balance will, But dare not whisper her immortal name; shly deceiv'd, I saw no pits to shun, Supremely lovely, and serenely great! I thought to purpose and to act were one; Majestic Morber of a kneeling Statele edless what pointed cares pervert his way, Queen of a people's heart who ne'er before son caution arius not, and whom woes be-Agreedyet now with one consentadore!'

Une contest yet remains in this desire, I now expos'd, and shrinking from distress, Who niost shall give applause, where all adto shelter, while the tempesis press;

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