But why bite those lips? Why with hint But her name-will I never declare. Maid beloved! without thee, while alone Thus at length behold Hafiz, whose song SONG FROM MOLIERE. SING then, sweet birds! the woods among; Awake alternate in these shades The thrilling notes rebound: Yet, did you feel like me the pangs of love, No more your dulcet song would fill the vocal grove. THE FOLLY OF ATHEISM. AN ODE. BY DR. DARWIN. "I am fearfully and wonderfully made." DULL Atheist! could a giddy dance Why do not Arabes driving sands, Presumptuous wretch! thyself survey, That lesser fabrick scan; Tell me from whence th' immortal dust, Where wast thou, when this populous earth, From chaos burst its way, When stars exulting sung the morn, And hail'd the new-born day? What, when the embryo speck of life, Nurs'd in the womb, its slender form Say, didst thou warp the fibre woof? Didst thou then bid the bounding heart Or clothe in flesh the hardening bone, Or weave the silken skin? Who bids the babe to catch the breeze, And with impatient hands untaught, Or who with unextinguish'd love To bear it in her arms? A God! a God! the wide earth shouts, He moulded in his palm the world, 1 Let us make man!-With beauty clad, And reason thron'd upon his brow, Around he turns his wond'ring eyes, Ye hills and vales! ye meads and woods, What parent power, all great and good, INSCRIPTION ON A HERMITAGE, In the Centre of a Copse, intersected by irregular Walks, at Micclesfield Green, Herts, the Residence of Lord Edward Bentinck. BY THE AUTHOR OF CALVARY. HERE sleep, Ambition! be this cell thy tomb;→ According to the MS. copy. SPEDLIN CASTLE*. A BALLAD. HEARD EARD ye the shriek from yonder hill? Ah! never shall that shriek be still, Sir Porteous was a daring knight; Sir Porteous became his thrall in fight, His ransom in gold was sent by sea, One of the most noted apparitions is supposed to haunt SPEDLIN's castle, near Lochmaben, the ancient baronial residence of the JARDINES of Applegirth. It is said, that in exercise of his territorial jurisdiction, one of the ancient lairds had imprisoned, in the Massy More, or dungeon of the castle, a person named Porteous. Being called suddenly to Edinburgh, the laird discovered, as he entered the west port, that he had brought along with him the key of the dungeon. Struck with the utmost horror, he sent back his servant to relieve the prisoner, but it was too late. The wretched being was found lying upon the steps, descending from the door of the vault, starved to death. In the agonies of hunger he had gnawed the flesh from one of his arms. That his spectre should haunt the castle, was a natural consequence of such a tragedy." Minstrelsy, S. B, Vol. I. p. 79. The dungeon of the castle. |