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Historic heralds here array'd

Illustrious nations! Their's was empire's seat, Fair acts in gorgeous style,

Their's virtue, freedom, each enchanting grace; But heroes toils were best repay'd

Sculpture with them to bright perfection rose, By bashful beauty's smile.

Sculpture, whose bold Promethean hand inform'd

The stubborn mass with life-in fretted gold So flourish'd Combe, and flourish'd long

Or yielding marble, to the raptur'deye With lords of bounteous soul;

Display'd the shining conclave of the skies, Her walls still echoed to the song,

And chiefs and sages gare the passions forin, And mirth still drain'd her bowl.

And virtue sbape corporeal : taught by her And still her courts with footsteps meek

The obedient brass dissolv'd;

In love's soft fires thy winning charms sbe stole,
The fainting traveller prest,

Tbou mild retreating Medicean fair.
Still misery flush'd her faded cheek
At Harvey's genial feast,

She mark'd the Nowing Drvads lighter step,

The panting bosom, garments flowing loose, Lov'd seat, how oft, in childish ease,

And wanton tresses waving to the wind. Along thy woods I stray'd,

Again by Pomfret's generous care, these stores Now vent'rous climb'd embow'ring trees,

Of ancient fame revisit Icarning's scats, Now sported in their shade.

Their old abode. O reverence learning's seats,

Ye beauteous arts! for know, by learning's Along thy hills the chase I led

smiles With echoing hounds and horns,

Ye grew immortal-Know, however fair And left for thee my downy bed,

Sculpture and Painting, fairer Poetry, Unplanted yet with thorns.

Your eldest sister, from the Aonian mount, Now, languid with the noontide beams,

Imagination's fruitful realm, supply'd Explor'd thy precious springs ?

The rich material of your lovely soil. That proudly flow, like Susa's strcams,

Her fairy forms, poetic fancy first To temper cups for kings.

Peopled the hills, and vales, and fabled grores

With shapes celestial, and by fountain side But soon, inspir'd with nobler powers,

Saw fauns with wonton satyrs lead the dance I sought thy awful grove;

With meek-ey'd nažads; saw your Cyprian There frequent sooth'd my evening hours,

Ascending from the ocean's ware: queca That best deceiver, love.

Poctic fancy in Maonian song

Pictur'd immortal Jove, ere Phidias' hands Each smiling joy was there, that springs Sublime with all his thunders form'd the god. In life's delicious prime;

Here then uniting with your kindred art,
There young ambition plum'd his wings,

Majestic Grecian sculpture deign to dwell,
And mock'd the flight of time.--

Here shadss of Academe again invite,
T'here patriot passions fir’dl my breast

Athenian philosophic shades, and here
With freedom's glowing themes,

Ye Roman forms, a nobler Tyber flows.
And virtue's image rose confest

Come, Pomfret, come, of rich munificence

, In bright Platonic dreams.-

Partake the fame, though candid blushes rise,

And mudest virtues shun the blaze of day. Ah me! my dreams of harmless youth

Pomfret, not all thy honours, splendid train, No more thy walks invade,

Not the bright coronet that binds thy bror, The charm is broke by suber truth,

Not all thy lovely offspring, radiant queens Thy fairy visions fade.

On beauty's throne, shall consecrate ihy praise

Like science, boasting in thy genial beam No more unstain'd with fear or guilt

Increasing storcs: in these embowering shades Such hours of rapture smile,

Stands the fair tablet of eternal fame;
Each airy fabric fancy built

There memory's adamantine pen records
Is vanish'd as thy pile! -

Her sons; but each ilustrious female's name
In golden characters engravid, defies
Envy and Timo, superior to their rage.-

Pomfret shall live, the generous Pomfret join'd
ON LADY POMFRET'S

With Caroline, and martial Edward's queen,
PRESENTING THE UNIVERSITY OF OXFORD WITH And great Eliza, regal names, like thee
HER COLLECTION OF STATUES.

Smilingon arts and learning's sons they reignid.com

And see where Westmorland adorns the trail Welcome again the reign of ancient arts !

Of learning's princely patrons ! Lo, I see
Welcome fair modern days from Gotlig night,

A new pantheon rise as that of old
Though late, emerging, sun of scienta hail!

Famous, nor founded by ignobler hands; ,
Whose glorious rays enlightened Gréèce and i hough thine, Agrippa, sway'd the helm op
Rome,

I see enshrin'd majestic awful forms, Romne.

Chiefs, legislators, patriots, beauties, gods. 'Hampton-Court palace is supplied with wa

Not bim by superstitious fears ador'd ter from the springs en Combe Hills.

With barbarous sacrifice and frantic zeal, 2- There Susa by Choapes' amber stream, Yet not uncelebrated por upsung, for oft

torch The drink of none but kings.”

Thou, slumb'ring Cupid, with inverted torch Milton. Betokening mildest fires, shall bear the sighs

Of virtuous, love-sick youths. You too shall Now sweetly pensive, bending o'er the stream, reign,

Mark the gay floating myriads, nor molest Celestial Venus, though with chaster rites, Their sports, their slumbers, but inglorious dreaın Addrest with vows from purer votaries heard. Of evil Med and all creation blest?

Orelse, beneath thy porch, in social joy

Sit and approve thy infant's virtuous haste,

Ilumnanity's sweet tones while all employ
ON RURAL SPORTS.

To lure the wing'd domesties to repast !

There smiling see a fop in swelling state,
The Sun wakes jocund-all of life, who breathe | The turkev strut with valour's red pretence,

In air, or earth, and lawn, and thicket rove, And duck row on with waddling honest mnit,
Who swim the surface, or the deep beneath, And goose mistake solemnity for sense!
Swell the full chorus of delight and love.

While one with front erect in simple pride
But what are ye, who cheer the bay of bounds:
Whose levell'd thunder frightens Morn's repose'

Full firmly treads, his cousort waits liis call,
Who drag the net, whose hook insidious wounds

Now deal the copious barley, waft it wide, A writhing reptile, type of mightier woes?

That each may taste the bounty meant for all

Yon bashful songsters with retorted eve
I see ye come, and havock loose the reins,

Pursue the grain, yet wheel contracted night,
A general groan the general anguish speaks, While he, the bolder sparrow, scorns to fly,
The stately stag falls butcher'd on the plains, A son of freedom claiming nature's right.

The dew of death bangs clammy on his cheeks. Liberal to him; yet still the wafted grain,
Ah! see the pheasant fluttering in the brake, Choicest for those of modest worth, dispense,

Green, azure, gold, but undistinguisb'd gore! | And blessing Heaven that wakes their grateful
Yet spare the tenants of the silver lake!

strain, -I call in vain--they gasp upon the shore.

Let Heaven's best joy be thine, Benevolence. A yet ignobler band is guarded round | While flocks soft bleatings, echoing high and With dogs of war---the spurning bull their

clear, prize ;

The neigh of steeds, responsive o'er the heath,
And now he bellows, humbled to the ground; Deep lowings sweeter melt vpon thy ear

And now they sprawl in howlings to the skics. | Than screams of terrour and the groans of
You too must feel their missile weapon's power,

death.
Whose clarion charms the midnight's sullen Yet sounds of woe delight a giant brood :

Fly then mankind, ye young, ye helpless old I
Thou the morn's harbinger, must mourn the hour For not their fury, a consuming flood,
Vigil to fasts, and penitence, and prayer'.

Distinguishes the shepherd, drowns the fold.
Must fatal wars of human avarice wage But loosen once thy gripe, avenging law!

Por milder conflicts, love their palm design'd? Eager on man, a noble chase, they start;
Now sheath'd in steel, must rival reason's rage Now from a brother's side the dagger draw,
Deal mutual death, and emulate mankind ?

Now sheath it deeper in a virgin's heart.
Are these vour sovereign jovs. creation's lords ? | See as they reach ambition's purple fruits
Is death a banquet for a godlike soul ?

Their reeking hands in nation's carnage died !
Have rigid hearts no sympathising chords

No longer bathing in the blood of brutes, For concord, order, for th' harmonious whole?

They swim to empire in a human tide. Nor plead necessity, thou man of blood!

But see him, see the fiend that others stung, Hearen tempers power with mercy-Heaven

With scorpion conscience lash himself the revere!

Jast! Yet slay the wolf for safety, lamb for food;

See, festering in the bosom where they sprung, But shorten misery's pangs, and drop a tear! |

The fury passions that laid nature waste ! Ah! rather turn, and breath this evening gale' th this evening cale Lehold the self-tormentor drag his chains,

And weary Heaven with many a fruitless Uninjur'd and uninjuring nature's peace.

groan ! Come, draw best nectar from the foaming pail, Come, pen the fold, and count the stock's in- | By pining fasts, by voluntary pains,

Revenging nature's cause, he pleads his own.

Yet prostrate, suppliant to the throne abore, See pasturing heifers with the bull, who wields

He calls down Heaven in thunders to pursue Yet budding horns, and wounds alone the soil!

Heaven's fancied foes--O God of peace and lorc, Or see the panting spaniel try the fields

The voice of thunder is no voice from you! While bursting coveys mock his wanton toil !

Mistaken mortal ! 'tis that God's decree Now feel the steed with youth's elastic force

To spare thy own, nor shed another's blood : Spontaneous bound, yet bear thy kind con

Heaven breathes benevolence, to all, to thee;
trol;

Each being's bliss cousummates general good,
Nor mangle all his sinews in the course,
And fainting, staggering, lash him to the goal !

• Shrove Tuesday,

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crease!

I“ Ye gales * !” they cried, “ ye cruel eastern ODE TO CAPTIVITY.

gales!

Adverse to Troy, conspiring with the foe, , WRITTEN IN THE LAST WAR.

That eager stretch the victor's swelling sails, Ostern Captivity ! from Albion's land

To what unfriendly regions will ye blow? Far, far, avert the terrours of thy rod !

Shall we serve on Doric plains ? O wave not o'er her fields thy flaming brand !

Or where in Pitbia Pyrrhus reigns ? crush not Freedom, fairest child of God!

Shall Echo catch our captive tales ?
Bring not from thy Gallic shore

Joyless in the sprightly vales
The galling fetters, groaning oar!

| Apidanus thy beautcuns current laves,
Bring not hither Virtue's bane,

Say, shall we sit and dream of Simois' fairer Thy sister Superstition's train !

waves ? O spare from sanguine rites the silver Noods! " Shall Delos, sacred Delos, hear our woes? Nor haunt with shapes obscene our unpolluted Where when Latona's offspring sprung to birth, woods !-

| The palm spontaneous, and the laurel rose, Is yet too weak, rapacious power, thy throne ?

O Dian, Dian, on thy hallowed earth ; While the chain'd continent thy vassal waits,

With Delian inaids, a spotless band, The Rbine, the Danube, and the sounding Rhone,

At virtue's altar shall we stand Proclaim thy triumphs through an hundred

And hail thy name with choral joy
states.

Inzok'd in vain for falling 'Troy?
See Valentia's smiling vales

| Thy shafts victorious sball our songs prociaim, Courted for thee by ocean's gales !

When not an arrow Aed to spare thy votaries 'Through yawning vaults i on Tagus'

shame. streams,

“To Athens, art's fair empire, shall we rove? Thine revenge's dagger gleams :

There for some haughty mistress ply the loom, Thy fury bursts on Rome's devoted head, With daring fancy paint avenging Juve, In vain the Scipios liv'd, the Decii, Cato bled!

His forked lightnings fiaming through the Be these thy bounds-whose laws with monarchs

glooin, reign,

To blast the bold Titanian race: To this fair isle how impotent thy hate!

Or deaf to vature, must we trace Where Pitt, so righteous Heaven and George

In mournful shades our bapless war? ordain,

What art, dread Pallas, to thy car,
In wisdom guides the thunder of the state. Shall yoke th’inimortal steeds? what colours tell

That thunder shook on Afric's shore, | By thine, by Pyrrhus' lance, how lufty Iliun fell?
The howling wild where lions roar;

“Yes, cruel goils, oor bleeding country fulls, In western worlds 3 its awful powers

I Her chiefs are slain-see brothers, sires expire! Sunk astonish'd Bourbou's towers;

| Ah see, exulting o'er her prostrate walls, That thunder sounding o'er the Celtic main,

The victor's fury, and devouring fire !
Rollid to Lutetia's walls alung the allighted

Asia's banghty genius licore,
Seine.

Bows the perk tu Europe's yoke,
Daughters of Albion! strew his paths with flowers, Chains are all our portion now,
O wake for him the lute's barmouions chord !

No festal wreaths shall bind our brow, His name be echoed in your fostal bowers, | Nor Hyınen's torches light the bridal day: Who guards britannia from a foreign lord !

O Death,and black Despair, behold your destiir'd
Happy fair, who seated far

prey !”
From baughty conquerors, barbarous war,
Hare hcard alone in tragic songs

Of cities storm'd and virgins' wrongs,
There felt the daughters, parents, consorts groan,
And wept historic woes, unpractis'd in your own! IMIT. TION FROM OSSLAN'S POEMS.
Have you not beard how Sion's daughters mourn'd

LATELY PUBLISHED BY THE TITLE OF FINGAL, &c. Their prostateland ? how Greece her victims tore

Brown Autumn nods upon the mountain's head, Prom faming altars ? --captive queens they turn'd The dark iist gathers; howling winds assail From Troy reluctant--on the sea-beat shore | The blighted desert; on its mineral bed

Their eyes to Heaven were roll'd in vain, I Dark rolls the river through the sullen vale,
Their eyes-for not the victor's chain

On the hill's dejected scene
Indulg'd thy privilege, Despair!

The blasted ash alone is seen, (sleeps ;
Their hands to rend their flowing hair;

That marks the grave where Cunnal Behind them Troy a smoking ruin lies,

Gather'd iuto inould'ring heaps Before lie unknown seas, and black incumbent Proin the whirlwind's giddy round, skies.

Its leaves bestrew the hallowed ground.

Across the musing hunter's lonesome way I The late conspiracy against the Portuguese Flit melancholy ghosts, that chill the dawn of day, government was planacd amid the ruins of that rinfortunate capital.

4 An imitation of the first chorus in the Hecu. · Senegal. • Louisbourg. ba of Luripides.

Connal, thou slumberist there, the great, the

ODE TO YOUTII. good!

ace? Thy long-fam'd ancestors what tongne can

Youth, ah stay, prolong delight,
Firm, as the oak on rocky heights, they stoud; Close thy pinions stretch'd for fight!
Planted as firm on glory's ample base,

Youth, disdaining silver hairs,
Rooted in their native clime,

Autumn's frowns and Winter's cares,
Brav'd alike devouring time,

Dwell'st thou but in dimple sleek,
Full of honours, full of age,

In vernal smiles and summer's cheek?
That lofty oak the winter's rage

lou Spring's ambrosial lap thy hands unfold, Rent from the promontory's brow,

They blossom fresh with hope, and all they touch And drath has laid the mighty low.

is gold. The mountains mourn their consecrated tree; His country Commal mourns :-what son shall

Graver years come sailing by : rival thee?

Ilark! they call me as they fly;

Quit, they cry, for nobler themes,
Here was the din of arms, and here o'ertlırown

Statesman, quit thy boyish dreams!
The valiant !--mournful are thy wars, Fingal ; Tune to crowds thy pliant voice,
The carems echo'd to the dying groan,

Or Hatter thrones, the nobler choice!
The fatal fields beheld the victor fall;

Deserting virtue, yet assuine her state;
Tall anidst the host, as hills
Above their vales and subject rills,

Thy smiles, that «well with love, ah! wed them

now to hate.
His arm, a tempest lowering higli,
His sword, a beam of summers sky,

Or in victorv's purple plain
His eyes, a fiery furnace, glare,

Triumph thou on hills of slain!
His voice that shook th' astonish'd war,

While the virgin rends her hair,
Was thunder's sound : he smote the trembling

Childless sires demand their heir, fues,

Timid orphans kneel and weep: As sportive infant's staff the bearded thistle mows.

Or, where the unsunn'd treasures sleep, Onward to meet this hero, like a storm,

Sit brooding o'er thy cave in grim repose.

There mock at human jora, there mock at huA cloudy storm, the mighty Dargo came; As mountain caves, where dusky meteors form,

man woes. His hollow eye-balls flash'd a livid flame.

Years away! too dear I prize
And now they join'd, and now they wield

Fancy's haunts, her vales, her skies;
Their clashing steel csounds the field :

Come, ye gales that swell the flowers,
Crimora heard the loud alarms,

Wake my soul's expanding powers;
Rioral's daughter, bright in arms,

Come, by streams embow'r'd in wood, .
Her hands the bow victorious bear,

Celestial forms, the fair, the good!
Luxuriant war'd her auburn hair;

With moral charins associate vernal joys!
Connal, her life, her love, in beanty's pride, Pure nature's pleasures these-the rest are
She follow'd to the war, and fought by Connal's

fashion's toys. side.

Come, while years reprove in vain, In wild despair, at Connal's foe she drew

Youth, with me, and rapture reign! The fatal string, impatient flew the dart;

Sculpture, painting, meet my eyes, Ah hapless maid ! ith erring course it few;

Glowing still with young surprise!
The shaft stood trembling in her lover's heart:

Never to the virgin's lute
He felleso falls by thunder's shock

This ear be deaf, this voice be mute!
From ocean's cliffs the rifted rock,

Come, beauty, cause of anguish, heal its smart.
That falls and ploughs the groaning strand -Now temperate measures beat, unalter'd elva
He fell by love's unwilling hand,

my heart. Hapless maid! from eve to day,

Still my soul, for over young,
Connal, my love; the breathless clay

Speak thyself divinely sprung!
My love, she callsm-now roll, her frantic eyes Wing'd for Heaven, embracing Earth,
Now bends them sad to earth-she sinks, she Link'd to all of mortal birth,
faints, she dies.

Brute or man, in social chain

Still link'd to all, who suffer pain. Together rest in Earth's parental womb,

Pursue the eternal law !one power above Her fairest offspring; mournful in the vale

Connects, pervades the whole--that power din I sit, while, issuing from the moss-grown tomb,

vine is love.
Youronce-lov'd voices seem to swell the gale.-
Pensive Memory wakes her powers,
Oft recals your smiling hours
Of fleeting life, that wont to more

TO THE THAMES.
On downy wings of youth and love;
The smiling hours po more return;

Nearer to my grore, O Thames! -All is hush'd-your silent urn

Lead along thy sultry streams, The mountain covers with its awful shade,

Summer fires the stagnant air, Far from the haunts of men in pathless desert

Come and cool thy bosom there!
laid.

Trees shall shelter, Zephyrs play,
Odours court tby smiling stay i

_

There the lily lifts her head,

I quit thy lyre but still the train Fairest child of Nature's bed.

Of sweet sensations warms my brain. Oh! Thames, my promise all was vain: What? though social joy and love Autamnal storms, autumnal rain

Forget to haunt my sullen grove: Have spoild that fragrance, stript those shades, Though there my soul, a stagnant flood, lapless flower! that lily fades.

Nor flows its own, or others good, What? if chance, sweet evening ray,

Emblem of yon faded flower, Or western gale of vernal day,

That, chill'd by frost, expands no more: Blomentary bloom renews,

The dreary scene yet sometimes closes Heavy with unfertile dews

When sleep inspires, on beds of roses, It bends again, and seems to cry,

Such dear delusions, fairy charms " Gale and sunshine, come not nigh!

As fancy dreams in virtue's arms. Why reclaim from winter's power

For see, a gracious form is near! This wither'd stalk, no more a flower !"

She comes to dry my falling tear. Such a flower, my youthful prime,

One pious hand in pity spread Chill'd by rigour, sapp'd by time,

Supports my else unshelter'd head; Shrinks beneath the clouded storm :

The other waves to chase away What? if Beauty's beaming form,

The spectres haunting all my day: And Cambrian virgin's vocal air

She calls-above, below, around Expand to smiles my brow of care :

Sweet fragrance breathes, sweet voices sound That beam withdrawn, that melting sound, Such a balm to wounded minds, The dews of death hang heavier round,

Gentle Kitty, slumber finds; No more to spring, to bloom, to be,

Such a change is misery's dueI bow to fate and Heaven's decree.

-Wbo wakes to grief should dream of you. Come then, Cambrian virgin, come, With all thy music seek my tomb, With all thy grace, thy modest state, With all thy virtues, known too late!

TO MISS K-_ P Come, a little moment spare

| Ah! bow to music, bow my lays From pious rites and filial care !

To beauty's noblest art!
Give my tomb no heart-felt sigh,
No tear convulsing pity's eye!

To reach the bosoin mine the praise,
Gifts oft too endearing name

But thine to melt the heart. For you to grant, for me to claim;

"Tis mine to close affliction's wounds, But bring the song- hose healing sounds

To brighten pleasure's eye: Were balın to all my festering wounds.

But thine, by sweet dissolving sounds, Bring the lyre-by music's power

To make it bliss to die. My soul entranc'd shall wait the hour,

My notes but kindle cold desire,
The dread majestic hour of doom, (gloom, Ah! what you feel for me!
When through the grave, and through the | Diviner passions thine inspire,
Heaven shall burst in floods of day :

Ah! what I feel for thee!
Dazzled with so fierce a ray,
My aching eyes shall turn to view

Associate then thy voice, thy touch, Its inilder beams reflect from you.

O wed to mine thy powers !
Be such at least, nor blush at such

Connubial union our's!
TO MISS K- P-
Gentle Kitty, take the lyre

TO MISS

K P
Thy magic hands alone inspire!
But wake not once such swelling chords

Why, Kitty, with that tender air,
As rouse ambition's stormy lords,

Those eyes to earth inclin'd, Nor airs that jocund tabors play

Those timid blushes, why despair
To dancing youth in shades of May,

Of empire o'er mankind ?
Nor songs that shake old Picton's towers,
When feast and music blend their powers !

Ah! know, that beauty's surest arms But notes of mildest accent call,

Are candour, softness, ease, Of plaintive touch and dying fall;

Your sweet distrust of pleasing charms Notes, to which thy hand, thy tongue,

Is half the charm to please.
Thy every tender power is strong.-

Respect your own harmonious art!
Cambrian maid, repeat that strain !

For love sécurest wounds,
Sooth my widow'd bosom's pain!

Securest takes th’ imprison'd heart
Its passions own thy melting tones;

Entranc'd by magic sounds!
Sighs succeed to bursting groans;
Soft and softer still they flow,

If flowers of fiction's growth you call
Breathing more of love than woé;

This wreath that truth bestows;
Glistening in my eye appears

Survey around your attick wall
A tenderer dew than bitter tears;

Each pencill'd form' that glows.
Springing hope despair beguiles,
And sadness softens into smiles.

'Drawings from antiqne statues,