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ON THE DEATH OF EDWARD , a constitution like ours. But though no lorer LOVIBOND, ESQ.

of his country would desire to weaken this prin

ciple, which has more than once preserved the BY MISS G

nation, yet he may lament the unfortunate apAA! what avails—that once the Muses crown'd vlication of it, when perverted to countenance Thy head with laurels, and thy temples bound ! party violence, and opposition to the most innoThat in that polish'd mind bright genius shone, 1 cent measures of the legislature. The clamour That letter'd science mark'd it for her own!

against the alteration of the style seemed to be Cold is that breast that breath'd celestial fire! one of these instances. The alarm was given, Mute is that tongue, and mute that tuneful and the most fatal consequences to our religion O could my Muse hut emulate thy lays, [ly re! and government were immediately apprehended Immortal numbers should record thy praise, from it. This opinion gathered strength in its Redeem thy virtues from oblivion's sleep, course, and received a tincture from the remains And o'er thy urn bid distant ages weep !

of superstition still prevailing in the counties Yet though no laureat flowers bestrew thy hearse, I most remote from town, I knew several worthy Nor pompous sounds exalts the glowing verse, gentlemen in the west, who lived many months Sublimer truth inspires this humbler strain, under the daily apprehension of some dreadful Bids love lament, and friendship here complain : visitation from pestilence or famine. The vulgar Bids o'er thy timb the Muse her sorrows shed, were almost every where persuaded that Nature And weep her genius, number'd with the dead !

gave evident tokens of her disapproving these

innovations. I do not indeed recollect that any ADVERTISEMENT.

blazing stars were seen to appear upon this ocAs the first poem in this collection was thirtv.casion; or that armies were observed to be enone years ago introduced to the public in a

countering in the skies : people probably conpaper of The World, and written on a very

cluding that the great men who pretend to conremarkable event in our history, viz. the re

troul the Sun in his course, would assume equal forming our style or calendar to the general |

i authority over the inferior constellations, and usage of the rest of Europe; the paper expla

not suffer any aerial militia to assemble themnatory of the subject being also written by Mr.

" selves in opposition to ministerial proceedings. Lovibond, it was judged proper to let it still

| The objection to this regulation, as favouring precede it in this collection.

a custom established among papists, was not heard indeed with the same regard as formerly,

when it actually prevented the legislature from TAE WORLD,

passing a bill of the same nature: yet many a

president of a corporation club very eloquently NUMBER LXXXII.

harangued upon it, as introductory to the doctrine July 25th, 1754. of transubstantiation, making no doubt that TO MR. FITZ-ADAM,

fires would be kindled again in Smithfield before

the conclusion of the year. This popular clasn,

mour has at last happily subsided, and shared It is a received opinion amongst politicians, that the general fate of those opinions which derive the spirit of iberty can never be too active under their support from imagination, not reason.


In the present happy disposition of the nation "Then, when at Hear'n's prolific mandate sprung the author of the following verses may venture The radiant beam of new created day, to introduce the complaints of an ideal person- Celestial harps, to airs of triumph strung, age, without seeming to strengthen the faction Hail'd the glad dawn, and angel's call'd me of real parties; without forfeiting his reputation

May. as a good citizen; or bringing a scandal on the

“ Space in her empty regions heard the sound, political character of Mr. Fitz-Adam, by making

And hills, and dales, and rocks, and vallies him the publisher of a libel against the state.

The Sun exulted in his glorious round, (rung; This ideal personage is no other than Old May

And shouting planets in their courses sung. day, the only apparent sufferer from the present regulation. 'Her situation is indeed a little mor. “For ever then I led the constant year; [wiles ; tifying, as every elderly lady will readily allow; I Saw Youth, and Joy, and Love's enchanting since the train of ber admirers is withdrawn from Saw the mild Graces in my train appear, her at once, and their adoration transferred to all And infant Beauty brighten in my smiles. rival, younger than herself by at least eleven days.

“No Winter frown'd. In sweet embrace ally'd, I am, sir,

Three sister Seasons danc'd th' eternal green; your most obedient servant, And Spring's retiring softness gently vy'd

E. L | With Autumn's blush, and Summer's lofty


THE TEARS OF OLD MAY-DAY. 1" Too soon, when man prophan'd the blessings

giv'n, Led by the jocund train of vernal hours

And vengeance arm'd to blot a guilty age, And vernal airs, uprose the gentle May; | With bright Astrea to my native Heav'n Blushing she rose, and blushing rose the flow'rs! I fed, and flying saw the Deluge rage : That sprung spontaueous in her genial ray.

“Saw bursting clouds eclipse the noontide beams, Her locks with Hear'n's ambrosial dews were

While sounding billows from the mountains bright,

rollid, And amn'rous Zephyrs flutter'd on her breast : With bitter waves polluting all my streams, With ev'ry shifting gleam of morning light

My nectar'd streams, that flow'd on sands of The colours shifted of her rainbow vest.

gold. Imperial ensigns grac'd her smiling form,

| " Then vanish'd many a sea-girt isle and grove, A golden key, and golden wand she bore;

| This charms to peace each sullen eastern storm,

Their forests foating on the watry plain :

rm, | Then, fam'd for arts and laws deriv'd from Jove, And that unlocks the summer's copious store,

My Atalantis * sunk beneath the main.
Onward in conscious majesty she came.
The grateful honours of mankind to taste ;

“No longer bloom'd primeval Eden's bow'rs, To gather fairest wreaths of future fame

Nor guardian dragons watch'd th’ Hesperian And blend fresh triumphs with her glories

steep : past.

| With all their fountains, fragrant fruits and flow'rs,

Torn from the continent to glut the deep. Vain hope ! no more in choral bands unite !

Her virgin votries, and at carly dawn. “ No more to dwell in sylvan scenes I deign'd Sacred to May and Love's mysterious rite, Yet oft' descending to the languid Earth, Brush the light dew-drops ' from the spangled With quickning pow'rs the fainting mass sus. lawn.


And wak'd her slumb'ring atoms into birth. To her no more Augusta's ? wealthy pride

Pours the full tribute from Potosi's mine; “ And ev'ry echo caught my raptur'd name, Nor fresh blown garlands village maids provide, And ev'ry virgin breath'd her am'rous vows, A purer off'ring at her rustic shrine.

And precious wreaths of rich immortal fame, No more the May-pole's verdant height around | Show'rd by the Muses, crown'd my lofty To valour's games th' ambitious youth ad

brows. rance;

" But chief in Europe, and in Europe's pride, No merry bells and tabers' sprightlier sound 1 My Albion's favour'd realms, I rose ador'd;

Wake the loud carol, and the sportive dance. And pour'd my wealth, to other climes deny d, Sudden in pensive sadness droop'd her head, From Amalthea's horn with plenty stor'd. Faint on her cheeks the blushing crimson dy'd

“ Ah me! for now a younger rival claims “O ! chastc victorious triumphs, whither fled ?

My ravish'd honours, and to her belong My maiden honours, whither gone!" she cry'a. | My Choral dances and victorious games, “ Ah ! once to fame and bright dominion born, To her my garlands and triumphal song,

The earth and smiling ocean saw me rise, With time coeval and the star of morn,

- O say what yet uintasted bounties flow, The first, the fairest daughter of the skies. What purer joys await her gentle reign?

| Do lillies fairer, vi'lets sweeter blow? • Alluding to the country custom of gathering And warbles Philomel a softer strain ? May-dew. The plate garlands of London,

• See Plato.

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"Do morning suns in ruddier glory rise ?
Does ev'ning fan her with serener gales ?

Do clouds drop fatness from the wealthier skies,
Or wantons plenty in her happier vales ?

“Ah! no : the blunted beams of dawning light

-And dar'st thou then, insulting lord, demand Skirt the pale orient with uncertain day;

A friendly answer from this trembling band? And Cynthia, riding on the car of night,

Perish the thought! shall this unguarded pen Through clouds embattled faintly wins her Still trust its frailties with the frauds of men. way.

| To one, and one alone, again impart "Pale, immature, the blighted verdure springs, The soft effusions of a melting heart !

Nor mounting juices feed the swelling Aow'r; No more thy lips my tender page shall stain, Mute all the groves, nor Philomela sings | And priut false kisses, dream't sincere in vain; When Silence listens at the midnight hour. No more thy eyes with sweet surprise pursue,

Love's secret mysteries there unveil'd to you. "Nor wonder, man, that Nature's bashful face,

Demand'st thou still an answer?-let it be
And op'ning charms her rude embraces fear : :

An answer worthy vengeance, worthy me!
Is she not sprung of April's wayward race,

Hear it in public characters relate
The sickly daughter of th' unripen'd year?

An ill starr'd passion, and capricious fate!
“With show'rs and sunshine in her fickle eyes, Yes, public let it stand ; to warn the maid
With hollow smiles proclaiming treach'rous From her that fell, less vanquish'd, than betray'd:

, Guiltless, yet doom'd with guilty pangs to groan, With blushes, harb'ring in their thin disguise, And expiate other's treasons, not her own:

The blast that riots on the Spring's encrease. A race of shame in honour's paths to run,
" Is this the fair invested with my spoil

Still virtue's follower, yet by vice undone ;
By Europe's laws, and senates' stern com.

Such free complaint to injur'd love belongs.

Yes, tyrant, read, and know me by my wrongs; Ungen'rous Europe, let me fly the soil,

Know thy own treacheries, bar'd to general view,

Yes, traitor, read, and reading tremble too!
And waft my treasures to a grateful land:

What vice would perpetrate and fraud dis" Again revive on Asia's drooping shore,

I come to blaze it to a nation's eyes; (guise, My Daphne's groves, or Lycia's ancient plain; I come ah! wretch, thy swelling rage controul. Again to Afric's sultry sands restore

,“ Was he rot once the idol of thy soul? Embow'ring shades, and Lybian Ammon's True,-by his guilt thy tortur'd bosom bleeds, fane:

. Yet spare his blushes, for 'tis love that pleads ! " Or haste to northern Zembla's savage coast,

Respecting him, respect thy infant flame,
There hush to silence elemental strife;

Froclaim the treason, hide the traitor's name!
Brood o'er the region of eternal frost,

Enough to honour, and revenge be given,
And swell her barren womb with heat and life. This truth reserve for conscience and for Hea-

"Then Britain”-here she ceas'd. Indignant grief, Talk'st thou,ingrate,of friendship's holy powers?
And parting pangs her fault'ring tongue sup- What binds the tiger and the lamb be ours !

This cold, this frozen bosom, can'st thou dream
Veild in an amber cloud, she sought relief,

Senseless to love, will soften to esteem?
And tears, and silent anguish told the rest.

What means thy proffer'd friendship ?-but to

[loveThou wilt not bate her, whom thou can’st not

Remember thee!-repeat that sound again!

My heart applauding echoes to the strain ;

Yes, till this heart forgets to beat, and grieve,

Live there thy image-but detested live!

Still swell my rageuncheck'd by time, or fate,

Nor waken memory but to kindle hate !
O THOU who sit'st in academic schools,

i Enter thy treacherous bosom, enter deep,
Less teaching than inspiring ancient art, , Hear conscience call, while flatt’ring passions
Thy own example nobler than your rules,

Thy blameless life best lesson for the heart. Impartial search, and tell thy boasted claim
And ye, who dwell in peaceful groves around,

• To love's indulgence and to virtuous fame!

Where harbour Honour, Justice, Faith, and Whose voice, whose verse enchants, harmoni


[my youth : ous maids!

Bright forms, whose dazzling semblance caught
Who mix the lyre with harps of Cambrian sound;

How could I doubt what fairest seem'd and best
A mournful Muse, ah! shelter in your shades!

Should build its mansion in a noble breast?
Nor you she rivals nor such magic strain

How doubt such generous virtues lodg'd in thine
As rescu'd Eloise from oblivion's sleep:

That felt them glowing, tender maid, in mine?
Enough, if one, the meekest of your train, Boast not of trophies from my fall achiev'd.
Poor Julia ! cries, and turns aside to weep! Boast not, deceiver, in this soul deceiv'd:

Easy the traitor wines an open heart,
Artless itself, and unsuspecting art;




Not hy superiour wiles, successful proves, Fierce and undaunted to a sex appears (tears; But fond crerlulity in her that loves.-

That breathes its vengeance but in sighs and Blush, shameless grandeur, blush !---shall That helpless sex, by Nature's voice addrest Britain's peer,

To lean its weakness on your firmer breast, Daring all crimes, not dare to be sincere? Protection pleads in’ungenerous slave His fraud in Virtue's fairest likeness paint, Insults the virtue he was born to save. And hide his nobleness in base constraint.

What! shall the lightest promise lips can feign What charms were mine to tempt thy guilty Bind man to man in honour's sacred chain? fires!

Tsires! And oaths to us not sanctify th' accord, What wealth, what honours from illustrious Not Heav'n attested, and Heav'n's awful Lord? Can Virtue's simple spoils adorn thy race ? Why various laws for beings form'd the same? Shall annals mark a village-maid's disgrace? (Equal fiom one indulgent hand we came, Ex'n the sad secret, to thyself confin'd,

For mutual bliss that each assign'd its place, Sleeps, nor thou dar'st divulge it to mankind: With manly vigour temp'ring female grace. When bursting tears my inward anguish speak, Depriy'd our gentler intercourse, explain When paleness spreads my sometimes flushing Your solitary pleasures sullen reign; cheek,

What tender joys sit brooding o'er your store, When my frame trembles with convulsive strife, | How sweet ambition slumbers gorg'd with gore! And spirits flutter on the verge of life,

| 'Tis our's th' unsocial passions to control, When to my heart the ebbing pulse is drir'n, Pour the glad balm that heals the wounded soul; And eyes throw faint zeeusing beams to Hear'n, from wealth, from power's delusive, restless Still from the world those swelling sighs supprest,

To lure your fancy to diviner tbemes. Those sorrows streaming in one faithful breast; I Confess at length your fancicd rights you drar Explain to her, from others hide my care, | From force superior, and not Nature's law, 7'hought nature's weakness, and not love's de- / Yet know, by us those boasted arms prevail, spair,

By native gentleness, not man we fail; The sprightly youth in gloomy languor pine, With brave revenge a tyrant's blood to spill My portion misery, yet pot triumph thine Possessing all the power--we want the will. Ah! whence derives thy sex its barbarous powers Still if you glory in the lion's force, To spoil the sweetness of our virgin bours? Come, nobly emulate that lion's course! Why leave me not, where first I met your eye, From guarded herds he vindicates his prey, A simple flower to bloom in shades, and die ? Not lurks in fraudful thickets from the day; : Where sprightly morn on downy pinions rose, While man, with snares to cheat, with wileg And evening lull'd me to a deep repose ?

perplex, Sharing pure joys, at least divine content, Weakens already weak too soft a sex; The choicest treasure for mere mortals meant. In law's, in eustom's, fashion's fetters binds, Ah! wherefore poisoning moments sweet as these, Relaxes all the nerves that brace our minds, Essay on me thy fatal arts to please ?

Then, lordly savage, rends the captive heart Destin'd, if prosperous, for sublimer charms, First gaind by treachery, then tam'd by To court proud wealth, and greatness to thy Are these reflections then that love inspires? arms!

Is bitter grief the fruit of fair desires ? How many a brighter, many a fairer dame, From whose example could I dream to find Fond of her prize had fann'd thy fickle flame? A claim to curse, perhaps to wrong mankind ? With livelier moments sooth'd thy vacant mind? Ah! long I strove to burst th' enchanting tie, Easy possess'd thee, easy too resign'd

! And form'd resolves, that ev'p in forming die; Chang'd but her object, passion's willing slave, Too long I linger'd on the shipwreck'd coast, Nor felt a wound to fester to the grave

And ey'd the ocean where my wealth was lost! Oh! had I, conscious of thy fierce desires, In silence wept, scarce venturing to complain, But half consenting, shar'd contagious fires, Still to my heart dissembled half my painBut half reluctant, heard thy vows explain'd, Ascrib'd my sufferings to its fears, not you; This vanquish'd heart had suffer'd, not com- Beheld you treacherous, and then wist'd you plain'd

true; But ah, with tears and crouded sighs to sue Sootb'd by those wishes, by myself deceiv'd, False passion's dress in colours meant for true; I fondly hop'd, and what I hop'd belier' Artful assume confusion's sweet disguise, Cruel! to whom? ah! whither should I flee, Meet my coy virtues with dejected eyes,

Friends, fortune, fame, deserted all for thee! Steal their sweet language that no words impart, On whom but you my fainting breast repose ? And give me back an image of my heart, With whom but you deposit all its woes? "This, this was treachery, fated best to share To whom but you explain its stifled groan. Hate from my bosom, and from thine despair And live for wbom, but love and you alone? Yet unrelenting still the tyrant cries,

What hand to probe my bleeding heart be found! Heedless of pity's voice and beauty's sighs, What hand to heal?--but his that gave the That pious frauds the wisest, best, approve,

wound:-And Heaven but smiles at perjuries in love."

O dreadfut chaos of the ruin'd mind! Nom'uis the villian's plea, his poor pretence, | Lost to itself, to virtue, human kind' [wide, To seize a trembling prey, that wants defence, From Earth, from Heaven, a meteor flamies

Nom-'tis the base sensation cowards feel; Link'd to no system, to no world allied ;.. The wretch that trembles at the brave man's A blank of Nature, vanish'd every thought, steel,

That Nature, reason, that experience taught,

Past, present, future trace, alike destroy'd, Fated like me to court and curse thy fate, Where love alone can fill the mighty void: To blend in dreadful union love and hate; That love on unreturning pinions flown

Chiding the present moment's slumb’ring haste, We grasp a shade, the noble substance gone To dread the future, and deplore the past; From one ador'd and once adoring, dream Like me condemo th' effect, the cause approve, Of friendship's tenderness-ev'n cold esteem Renounce the lover, and retain the love, (Hainble our vows) rejected with disdain, Yes, Love! ev'n now in this ill-fated hour, Ask a last confirence, but a parting strain, | An exile froin th y joys, I feel thy power. More supplian: still, the wretched suit advance, The Sun to me his noontide blaze that shrouds Plead for a look, a nomentary glance,

In browner horrours than when reil'd in clouds, A letter, token--on destrution's brink

The Moon, faint light that melancholy throws, We catch the fecble plank of hope, and sink. - The streains that murmur, yet not court repose, In those dread moments, when the huv'ring

The breezes sickening with my mind's discase, flaine

And vallies laughing to all eyes but these, Scarce languish'd into life, again you came, Proclaim thy absence, Love, whose beam alone Pursued again a too successful theme,

Lihted my morn with glories pot its own. And dry'd my eyes, with your's again to stream; O thuu of generous passions purest, best! When treach'rous tears your venial faults con Soon as thy flame shot rapture to my breast, fess'd,

Each pulse expanding, trembled with delight, And half dissembled, half excus'd the rest, And aching vision drank thy lovely light, To kindred griefs taught pity from my own,

A new creation brightened to my view, Sighs I return'd, and echoed groan fur groan; Nurs'd in thy smiles the social passions grew, . Your self reproaches stilling mine, approv'd, New strung, the thrilling nerves harmonious And much I crediled, for much I lov'd.

And beat sweet unison to others' wner, [rose, Not long the soul this doubtful dream pro Slumb'ring no more a Lethe's lazy food, longs,

In generous currents swell'! the sprightly blood, If prompt to pardon, nor forget its wrongs, No longer now to partial streams confin'l, It scorns the traitor, and with conscious pride Spread like an ocean, and embrac'd mankind, Scorns a base self, deserting to his side:

No more concentering in itself the blaze Great by misfortune, greater by despair,

The soul diffus'd benevolence's rays, Its Heaven once lost, rejects an humbler care; Kindled on Earth, pursued th' etberial rond, To drink the dregs of languid joys disdains, In hallow'd fames ascended to its God. Add flies a passion but perceiv'd from pains; Yes, Love, thy star of generous influencecheers Too just the rights another claims to steal, Our gloomy dwelling in this vale of tears. Too good its feelings to wish virtue feel, What? if a tyrant's blasting hand destroys Perhaps too tender or too fierce, my soul Thy swelling blossoms of expected joys, Disclaiming half the heart, demands the whole. | Converts to poison what for life was given,

I blame thee not, that, fickie as thy race, Thy manna dropping from its native Heaven, New loves invite thee, and the old etlace;

Still love victorious triumphs, stul contest That cold, insensible, thy soul appears

The noblest transport that can warm the breast; To virtue's siniles, to virtue's very tears; Yes, traitor, yes, my heart to nature true, Put ah! an heart whose tenderness you knew, Adores the passion and detests but you. That offer'd leaven, but second vows to you, In fond presumption that securely play'd. Securely slumber'd in your friendly shade, . ON REBUILDING COMBE-NEVILLE, Whose every weakness, every sigh to share, The powers that haunt the perjurd, heard you NEAR KINGSTON, SURREY, ONCE THE SEAT OP THE swear;

FAMOUS KING-MAKING EARL OF WARWICK, AND Was this an heart you wantonly resign'd

LATE IN THE POSSESSION OF THE FAMILY OF Victim to scorn, to ruin, and mankind?

Was this an heart? - shame of honour, truth,
Of blushing candour, and ingenuous youth! | Ye modern domes that rise elate
What means thy pity? what can it restore? D'er yonder prostrate walls,
The grave, that yawns till general doom's no | In vain your hope to match the state

Of Neville's ancient halls.
As soon shall quicken, as my torments cease,

| Dread mansion! on thy Gothic tower Rock'd on the lap of innocence and peace,

Were regal standards rais'd;
As smiles and joy this pensive brow invade,

The rose of York, white virgin flower,
And smooth the traces by affliction made :
Flames, once extinguish’d, virtue's lamp divine,

Or red Lancaster's blaz d.
And visits honour, a deserted shrine?

| Warwick, high chief, whose awful word No, wretch, too long on passion's ocean tost,

Or shook, or fix'd the throne,
Not Heaven itself restores the good you lost 3

Spread here his hospitable board,
The form exists not that thy fancy dream'd, Or warrd in tilts alone.
A fiend pursues thee that an angel seem'd;
Impassive to the touch of reason's ray

When Combe her garter'd knights beheld
His fairy phantom melis in clouds away;

On barbed steeds advance, Yet take my pardon in my last farewell,

Where ladies crown'd the tented fiel', The wounds you gave, ah cruel! never feel ! And love inspir'd the lance.


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