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Youth, adorn'd with

every art,
To warm and win the coldest heart,
In fecret mine poffeft.
The morning bud that faireft blows,
The vernal oak that straightest grows,

His face and shape expreft.

In moving founds he told his tale,
Soft as the fighings of the gale,

That wakes the flowery year.
What wonder he could charm with ease,
Whom happy Nature taught to please,

Whom Honour made sincere.

At morn he left me-fought-and fell!
The fatal evening heard his knell,

And saw the tears I shed:
Tears that must ever, ever fall;
For ah! no sighs the past recall,

No cries awake the dead !



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C ο Ν Τ Ε Ν Τ S.

INVOCATION, addressed to Fancy. Subject pro-

posed; a short excursive survey of the Earth and
Heavens. The poem opens with a description of
the face of Nature in the different scenes of morning,
sun-rise, noon, with a thunder-storm, evening, night,
and a particular night-piece, with the character of a

friend deceased.
With the return of morning Fancy continues her ex-

cursion, first northward-A view of the arctic conti-
nent and the deserts of Tartary_From thence south-
ward: a general prospect of the globe, followed by
another of the mid-land part of Europe, suppose
Italy. A city there upon the point of being swal-
lowed up by an earthquake: signs that usher it in:
described in its causes and effects at length-Erup-
tion of a burning mountain, happening at the same
time and from the same causes, likewise described.

Contains, on the same plan, a survey of the solar

system, and of the fixed stars.

This poem is among the author's earliest performances.

Whether the writing may, in fome degree, atone
for the irregularity of the composition, which he
confesses, and does not even attempt to excuse, is
submitted entirely to the candour of the reader.




C Α Ν Τ ο
OMPANION of the Muse, creative power,

Imagination! at whose great command
Arise unnumber'd images of things,
Thy hourly offspring : thou, who can'ft at will
People with air-born shapes the silent wood,
And solitary vale, thy own domain,
Where Contemplation haunts; Oh come, invok'd,
To waft me on thy many-tinctur’d wing,
O'er Earth’s extended space : and thence, on high,
Spread to superior Worlds thy bolder flight,
Excursive, unconfin'd. Hence from the haunts
Of vice and folly, vanity and man-

To yon expanse of plains, where Truth delights,
Simple of heart; and, hand in hand with her,
Where blameless Virtue walks. Now parting Spring,
Parent of beauty and of song, has left
His mantle, flower-embroider'd on the ground.
While Summer laughing comes, and bids the Months
Crown his prime season with their choiceft ftores;
Fresh roses opening to the solar ray,
And fruits flow-swelling on the loaded bough.

Here let me frequent roam, preventing moru, Attentive to the cock, whose early throat,


Heard from the distant village in the vale,
Crows chearly out, far-sounding through the gloom.
Night hears from where, wide-hovering in mid-lky,
She rules the fable hour: and calls her train
Of visionary fears; the shrouded ghost,
The dream distressful, and th’ encumbent hag,
That rise to Fancy's eye in horrid forms,
While Reason slumbering lies. At once they Ay,
As shadows pass, nor is their path beheld.

And now, pale-glimmering on the verge of heaven,
From east to north in doubtful twilight seen,
A whitening luftre shoots its tender beam;
While shade and silence yet involve the ball.
Now facred Morn, afcending, smiles serene
A dewy radiance, brightening o'er the world.
Gay daughter of the air, for ever young,
For ever pleasing! lo, she onward comes,
In fluid gold and azure loose-array'd,
Sun-tinctur'd, changeful hues. At her approach,
The western grey of yonder breaking clouds
Slow-reddens into flame: the rising mists,
From off the mountain's brow, roll blue away
In curling spires; and open all his woods,
High waving in the sky : th' uncolour'd stream,
Beneath her glowing ray, translucent shines.
Glad Nature feels her through her boundless realms
Of life and sense: and calls forth all her sweets,
Fragrance and song. From each unfolding flower
Transpires the balm of life, that Zephyr wafts,
Delicious, on his rosy wing: each bird,


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