And ask the youths! why heavenly fair

of isles, concentering Nature's charms, Their tenderest vows inspires ?

Lapt in peaceful Ocean's arms; If Juno's more than regal air,

Of that Hesperian world, which lies Or fierce Minerva's fires ?

Beneath the smile of southern skies,

Where Zephyr waves unflagging wings, 'Tis bashful Venus they prefer

Where Albion's summers, Latian springs Retiring from the view,

Join thy autumns, smiling France, And, what their lips address to her,

And lead along th' eternal dance !
Their bosoms feel for you.

These enchanting scenes, and all
That wake to form at fancy's call,
And all the sportive pencil traces,

Are feeble types of living graces.
TO MISS K- P

Of moral charms, that mental throne

Onclouded beauty calls her own. Your bosom's sweet treasures thus ever disclose!

Where all the Sun's meridian blaze For believe my ingenuous confession,

Is twilight gloom to virtue's rays. The veil meant to bide them but only bestows

There with richer blended sweets A softness transcending expression.

Wedded Spring her Autumn meets; “ Good Heaven!” cries Kitty, “ what language There Fernandes' brighter shore, I hear'

There a purer Chili's ore, Have I trespass'd on chastity's laws?

Fruits and flowers are there combin'd
Is my tucker's clear muslin indecently clear? In fairer Tinian-Kitty's mind.

Is it no sattin apron, but gauze ?”
Ah no!--not the least swelling charm is descried

Thro' the tucker, too bashfully decent ; THE COMPLAINT OF CAMBRIA. And your apron hides all that short aprons can hide,

TO MISS K- P

SETTING TO From the fashion of Eve to the present.

MUSIC, AND SINGING ENGLISH The reil, too transparent to hinder the sight,

VERSES. Is what modesty throws on your mind : DONE INTO ENGLISH FROM THL WELCH ORIGINAL That veil only shades, with a tenderer light,

Degenerate maid, no longer ours !
All the feminine graces behind.

Can Saxon ditties suit thy lyre?
Accents untun'd, that breathe no powers

To melt the soul, or kindle martial fire ?
TO MISS
K P-

It ill becomes thee to combine
Si un arbre avoit du sentiment, il se plairoit à

Such hostile airs with notes divine,

In Cambrian shades, the Druids' hallow'd bounds, voir celui qui le cultive se reposer sous son ombrage, respirer le parfum de ses fleurs,

Whose infant voice has lisp'd the liquid Celtic gouter la douceur de ses fruits : Je suis cet

sounds. arbre, cultivé par vous, & la Nature m' a Revere thy Cambria's flowing tongue ! donné une ame.

MARMONTEL. Though high-born Hoel's lips are dumb,

Cadwallo's harp no more is strung,
Amid thy native mountains, Cambrian fair, And silence sits on soft Lluellyn's tomb :
Were some lone plant supported by thy care,

Yet songs of British bards remain
Say'd from the blast, from winter's chilling powers,

That, wedded to thy vocal strain, In vernal suns, in vernal shades and showers, | Would swell melodious on the mountain breeze, By thee reviving: did the favoured tree

And roll on Milford's wave to distant echoing Exist, and blossom and mature by thee:

seas. To that selected plant did Heaven dispense, With vegetable life, a nobler sense:

O sing thy sires in genuine strains ! Would it not bless thy virtues, gentle maid ?

When Rome's resistless arm prevailid, Would it not woo thy beauties to its shade?

When Edward delug'd all my plains', Bid all its buds in rich luxuriance shoot,

And all the music of my mountains fail'd; To crown thy summer with autumnal fruit,

When all her flames rebellion spread, Spread all its leaves, a pillow to thy rest,

Firmly they stood— sing the dead! Give all its flowers to languish on thy breast,

The theme majestic to the lyre belongs, Reject the tendrils of th' uxorious vine,

To Picton's lofty walls, and Cambrian virgins And stretch its longing arms to circle thine?

songs. Yes; in creation's intellectual reign, Where life, sense, reason, with progressive chain, I. Edward I. put to death all the Welch bards, Dividing, blending, for:n th' harmonious whole: -That plant am I, distinguish'd by a soul.

TO MISS K- P

WITH ANSON'S VOYAGE Raptue'd traveller, cease the tales Of Tinian's lawns, Fernandes' vales;

| Yet fame reports, that monkish shades ON A PRESENT TO THE AUTHOR,

At midnight never fail OF TWO IMPRESSIONS FROM A FINE ANTIQUE SEAL

To haunt the mansions once their own,

And tread its cloisters pale.
OF THE HEAD OP ALEXANDER ;
THE ONE BY LADY P , ON PAPER;

One night, more prying than the rest,
THE OTHER BY M135

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It chanc'd a friar came,
And enter'd where on beds of down

Repos'd each gentle dame.
FAIR scn'pture of Ammon's young graces!

Here, softening midnight's raren gloom, My lady with whim shall we tax?

Lay R , blushing maid; On piper who marks tiy faint traces,

There, wrapt in fulds of cypress lawn,
Which Stella stamps lively in wax?

Her virtuous aunt was laid.
Of their hearts they make mutual confession : He stopn'd. he gaz'd, to wild conceits

That, cold to emotions once feit;
The mother's scarce rields to impression-

His ruring fancy run,

He took the aunt for prioress, -The daughter's cin soften and melt.

And R - e for a nun,

It hap'd that R 's capuchin,
ON THE SUBJECT OF THE

. Across the couch display'd,

To deem her sister of the veil,]
MONUMENT IN ARCADIA.

The holy sire betray'd.
O you, that dwell where shepherds reign,

Accosting then the southful fair, Arcadian youths, Arcadian maids,

His raptur'd accents broke; To pastoral pipe who slanc'd the plain,

Amazement chill'd the waking nymplı; Why pensive now beneath the shades?

She trembled as he spoke. “ Approach her virgin tomb,” they cry,

“ Hail halcyon dars! Hail holy nun! "Behold the verse inscrib'd above,

This wondrous change explain :: "Once too in Arcady was 1,

Again religion lights her lamp,
Behold what dreams are life and love!”

Reviews these walls again.
“Por ever blest the porer that checkt

Reformists' wild disorders,
ON THE SAME.

Restor'd again the church's lands.

Reviv'd our sacred orders.
Sweet Arcady, where shepherds reign,
Your simple youths, your simple maids,

“ To monks indeed, from Edward's days, With pastoral dance still cheer the plain,

Belong'd this chaste foundation;

Yet sister nuns may answer too Their pastoral pipe still charms the shades :

1 The founder's good donation. This only song still meets our ear, It swells the breeze, it fills the grove;

"Ah! well thy virgin vows are heard : What joy's so sweet as Nature's here?

For man were never given What joy of Nature sweet as love?

Those charms, reserv'd to nobler ends,

Thou spotless spouse of Heaven!

“ Yet speak what cause from morning mass HITCHIN CONVEYT,

Thy ling'ring steps delays: .

Haste to the deep-mouth'd organ's peal
A TALE.

To join thy vocal praise.
Wuere Hitch's gentle current glides,

« Awake thy abbess sisters all; An ancient convent stands,

At Mary's holy shrine, Sacred to prayer and holy rites

With bended knees and suppliant eyes Ordain'd by pious hands.

approach, thou nun divine !"Here monks of saintly Benedict

“ No Nun am I," recor'ring cried Their nightly vigils kept,

The nymph; “ No nun, I say, And lofty anthems shook the choir

Nor nun will be, un'ess this fright At hours when mortals slept.

Should turn my locks to grey. But Harry's wide reforming band

" 'Tis true, at church I seldom fail That sacred order wounded;

When aunt or uncle leads; He spoke-from forth their hallow'd walls Yet never rise by four o'clock The friars fled confounded.

To tell my morning beads. Then wicked laymen entring in,

“ No mortal lover yet, I vow, Those cloisters fair prophan'd;

My virgin heart has fixt, Now riot loud usurps the scat

But yet I bear the creatures talk Where bright devotion reign'd.

Without a grate betwixt. Ev'n to the chapel's sacred roof,

“To Heav'n my eyes are often cast Its echoing vanlts along,

(From Heav'n their light began) Resounds the flute, and sprightly dance,

Yet deign sometimes to view on Earth And hymeneal song.

It's image stampt on man.

« Ah me! I fear in borrow'd shape

'To Change the China trarler speeds his pace, Thou com'sı, a base deceiver;

Nor heeds the chilly North's unripening dames; Perhaps the devil, to tempt the faith

'Tis her's with twinkling eyes, and lengthen' Of orthodox believer.

face, “ For once my hand, at masquerade,

And pigmy foot, to wake furgotten flames. A reverend friar prest;

She oft, in likeness of th’ Egyptian Crone, His form as thine, but bolier sounds

Too well inform’d, relates to wand'ring swairis The ravish'd saint addrest.

| Their amorous plaints preferr'd to her alone:

Her own relentless breast too well explains. “ He told me vows no more were made To senseless stone and wood,

See, at the manor's hospitable board But adoration paid alone

Enters a sire, by infant age rerer'd; To saints of flesh and blood,

From shorten'd tube exhaling fames afford " That rosy cheeks, and radiant eyes,

The incense bland that clouds his forky beard. And tresses like the morn,

Conundrums quaint, and puns of jocund kind, Were given to bless the present age,

With rural ditties, warm th'elated 'squire, And light the age unborn:

Yet oft sensations quicken in his mind,

Other than ale and jocund puns inspire. “ That maids, by whose obdurate priile The hapless lover fell,

The forms there bloated Dropsy holds her seat, Were doom'd to never-dying toils

He views, inconscious of magicians' guiles, Of leading apes in Hell.

Nor deems a jaundic'd visage lov'd retreat « * Respect the first command,' (he cried,)

Of graces, young desires, and dimpled smiles. • It's sacred laus fulfil,

Now o'er the portal of an antiqne hall And well observe the precept given

A Grecian form the raptur'd patriot awes, To Moses,-Do not kill.'

The hoary bust and brow severe recall

Lycurgus, founder of majestic laws, “ Thus spoke, ah yet I hear him speak ! My soul's sublime physician;

| Awhile entranc'd, he dreams of old renown, Then get thee hence, thy doctrines vile

And freedom's triumph in Platenn fields, Would sink me to perdition.”

Then turns-relaxing sees the furrow'd frown,

To melting airs the softeu'd marble yields. She ceas'd—the monk in shades of night Confus'dly fed away,

I see the lips as breathing life, he cries, And superstition's clouds dissolv'd

On icy cheeks carnation blooms display'd, In sense, and beauty's ray,

The pensive orbs are pleasure-beaming eyes

And Sparta's lawgiver a blusining maid.
There, at the curtains of the shudd'ring youth

Stiff, melancholy, pale, a spectre stands,
TO A YOUNG LADY,

Some love-lorn virgin's shade-O! injur'd truth,

Deserted phantom, and ye plighted hands, A VERY GOOD ACIR ESS.

| He scarce had utter'd--from his frantic gaze Powerful is beauty, when to mortal seats

The vision fades--succeeds a flood of light, From Heaven descends the heaven-created friendly shadows, vcil him, as the blaze

Of beauty's sun emerging from the night. When fancy's glance the fairy phantom meets, Here end thy triumphs, nymph of potent charins, Nymph of the shade, or Naiad of the flood.

The laurel'd bard is Heaven's immortal care; So blooms Celena, daughter of the skies, Him nor illusion's spell nor philter harms,

Queen of the joys romantic rapture dreanis, Nor music floating on the magic, air.
Her cheeks are summer's damask rose, her eyes
Steal their quick lustre from the morning's

The myrtle wand this arın imperial bears,

Reluctant ghosts and stubborn elves obey : beams.

Its virtuous touch the midnight fairy fears, Her airy neck the shining tresses shade;

And shapes that wanton in Aurora's ray.
In every wanton curl a Cupid dwells :
To these, distrusting in the Graces' aid,

I ceas'd; the virgin came in native grace,

With native smiles that strengthen beauty's She joins the mighty charms of magic spells.

To vain the confidence of mortal race! schain: Man, hapless man, in vain destruction flies, My laureld head and inyrtle wand are vain. With wily arts th' enchantress nymph pursues;

des Again wild raptures, kindling passions rise, To varying forms, as varying lovers rise,

As once in Andover's autumnal grove, Shifts the bright Iris of a thousand hues.

When looks that spoke, and eloquence of sighs, Behold th' austere divine, opprest by years, Told the soft mandate of another's love.

Colics, and bulk, and tithes engend'red care;
The sound of woman grates his aching ears,
Of other woman than a scripture fair.

TO AN ACCOMPLISHED LADY. . Sudden she comes a Deborah bright in arms,

IN TUE MANNER OF WALLER, Or wears the pastoral Rachel's ancient mien; And now, as glow gay-flushing eastern charms, O NYMPH! than blest Pandora honour'd more,

He sighs like David's san for Sheba's queen. What gods to grace thee lavish all their store!

We see thy form in awful beanty move,
At once repelling and inviting love;

TO LADY - ,
We see thy mind each bright perfection reach
That genins kindles, and the Graces teach :

ON HER MARRIAGE.
Pallas to form that matchless mind, conspires
With wisdom's coolness, temp'ring fancy's fires; | Though to Hymen's gay season belong
Here, as in Eden's blissful garden, shoot

Light airs, and the raptures of youth;
The tree of knowledge and forbidden fruit. Yet listen to one sober song;

O listen, fair Stella, to truth.

Farewell to the triumphs of beauty, ADDRESS TO THE THAMES.

To the soft serenade at your bower,

To the lover's idolatrous duty, O Thames ! thy clear majestic stream

To his vigils in midnight's still hour. Shall ever flow my raptur'i theme;

To your frowns darting amorous anguish, Not because Augusta's pride Builds her greatness on thy tide,

To your smiles chasing every care, Courted by worlds in other oceans found: ,

To the power of your eyes lively languish, Not because proud Cliefden laves

To each glance waking hope or despair. His pendent beeches in thy waves !

Farewell to soft bards, that in Heaven Not because thy limpid rills

Dipt the pencil to picture your praise,
Reflect on Hampton's towers, or Richmond's hills; And blended the colours of even,

Or Cooper's mountain, by the Muses crown'd, With morning's gay opening rays :
Or catch the blaze from Windsor's beaming

They no longer on Thames shall proclaim you star,

A Naiad new sprung from the flood, Sacred to patriot chiefs, the boast of peace and

Nor to Bushy's soft echoes shall name you war.

Bright Dian, the queen of the wood.
Nor yet because thy current loves

Farewell to love's various season,
The haunt of academic groves;
And still with ling'ring fond delay

Smiling days hung with tenipests and night;

But welcome the reign of fair reason, Through Egham's vales delights to stray,

0! welcome securer delight. Oncc scene of freedom's claims, heroic cares :

But hail thee, Thames! while o'er thy meadsO ! welcome, in nature's own dress,
Eliza with Louisa leads

Purest pleasures of gentler kind;
Each winning grace of love and youth, O! welcome the power to bless,
Ingenuous forms, fair candour and fair truth: To redeem fortune's wrongs on mankind.
Oh ! fan their evening walk with mildest airs; Be a goddess indeed, while you borrow
So Gallic spoils shall crowd thy wealthy side,

From plenty's unlimited store, And cominerce swell her stores with each re- ( To gild the wan aspect of sorrow, volving tide.

To cheer the meek eyes of the poor.

When your virtues shall mix with the skies, TO MRS. B

When your beauty, bright phenix, decayss

| In your image new graces shall rise, READING JULIA WITH TEARS, DURING A HARD FROST | And enlighten posterity's days. What, though descending as the dews of mom,

| Fature ages shall trace every air; On misery's sighs your tear of virtue waits; Every virtue deriv'd to your blood Forget the fallen Julia ! you were born

Shall remember that Stella was fair, For heart-expanding joys and smiling fates.

Shall remember that Stella was good.
To sooth with social pleasures human cares,

To call the Muse to Tliames' frozen glades,
To wake the slumb'ring spring with vernal airs,

SONG.
And plant an Eden in December's shades;
To deck, like Eve!, with soft officious haste, | No gandy Rubens ever dare
Your banquet, worthiest of her angel guest ;

With flaunting genius, rosy loves,
Amid the flowers that crown the fair repast

| To crowd the scene, in sunshine's glare, A flower yourself, the fairest of the feast. Exposing her the Muse approves. There the great Giver for his bounties given

Let, chaste Poussin, thy shaded stream Your grateful consort blessing, blesses too

Reflect her pensive, tender air; The sweet dispenser of the gifts of Heaven,

| Let evening veil with sober beam, In wonder's silent prayer he blesses you :

In bashful night the bashful fair, Your infants there reflecting round the board,

Maternal graces while his eye approves; One tear to rapture gire!-then sit ador'd

The gentle mother of the smiles and loves.

"See Milton's Paradise Lost, Book v. from line 303.

VERSES

Not once conceives that Sun to rise

With kinder, brighter ray, WRITTEN AFTER PASSIC TUROUCH PINDON, SUS- | Nor sonthern vales, Hesperian skies, sex, 1768. ADDRESSED TO THE REV. MR. WOOD

To bask in smiling day. Deson,' OF KINGSTON UPON THAMES.

As weak my thoughts respecting thee a WOODDESON! these eyes have seen thy natal

Must thou, my better sun, earth;

Because but smiling cold on me, Thy Findon, sloping from the southern downs,

Be therefore warm to none ? Have blest the roof ennobled by thy birth,

And tufted valley, where no ocean frowns. Thou wert not born to plough the neighbouring

STANZAS. main,

Where more is meant than meets the ear. Or plant thy greatness near ambition's throne,

MILTON Or count unnumber'd fleeces on thy plain : The bird of midnight swellid her throat, -The Muses lor'd and nurs'd thee for their The virgins listen'd round own !

To sorrow's deeply-warbled note, And twin'd thy temples here with wreaths of

To sweet but soleinn sound : worth,

(morn, When soon the lark ascending high,
And fenc'd thy childhood from the blights of In sun-beams idly play'd;
And taught enchanting song, and sent thee forth | As soon to greet him, see, they fly-

To stretch the blessing to an age unborn: One pensive virgin stay'd.
Best blessing !---what is pride's unwieldy state? She stay'd to hear the mourner sing;
What awkward wealth from Indian oceans The rest, to nature true,
given?

The flutter of the gayer wing
What monarchs nodding under empires' weight, The vacant song pursue.

If science smile not with a ray from Heaven? Witness yon ruins, Arundel's high tower,

TO A YOUNG LADY, And Bramber, now the bird of night's resort ! Your proud possessors reign'd in barbarous WHO OBJECTED TO SUP WITH A PARTY OF VOTH. power;

sexes THAT MET AT A Corre E-HOUSE. The war their business, and the chase their

O far from Caroline, so soft a maid, sport ;

| Be cruel coyness, pride, and cold disdain ! "Till there a minstrel, to the feast preferr'd,

| Who now of man, the monster man, afraid, With Cambrian harp, in Gothic numbers | Flies the gay circle of the social train. charm'd,

Away vain fears ! away suspicious dreams, Enlighten'd chiefs grew virtuous as they heard-The sun of science in its morning warm’d.-1

From beauty, virtue, tenderness, and truth ;

From eyes that dawn with wisdom's mildest How glorious, when it blaz'd in Milton's light,

beams, And Shakespear's flame, to full meridian day! | From harmless smiles that wait on gentle youti, Yet smile, fair beam ! though sloping from that

Far other years and other nymphs befit
height,
Gild our mild evening with a setting ray.

The prudish form, and high forbidding brow :
With others dwell, or frowns or scornful wit,

With nymphs less innocent, less fair than thou :
TO A LADY.

With her, whose youth, of virtue's mild control

Impatient, rush'd on wanton wild desires ; The simple swain, where Zembla's snows

Now prayer or scandal cheers the gloomy soul Are bound in frozen chains,

That pines in secret with forbidden fires : Where scarce a smile the Sun bestows

Or her that triumph'd in her lover's sighs, To warm the sullen plains;

As round their brows the willow garlands bend; 1 The author of these poems had been edu

She now dejected, now deserted lies, cated under this gentleman, for whom he ever re

Without a lover, and without a friend ! tained the most affectionate regard. Mr. Wood Another fate is youthful virtue's share: deson was, in truth, one of those amiable beings Come with the graces, gentle maid, along; whom none could know without loving.-To the Come, fairest thou among the young and fair, abilities of an excellent scholar was united a | To lead the dance, or join the virgins' song, mind so candid, so patient, so replete with uni

Come listen to the tale that youths complain, versal benevolence, that it glowed in every

To thousand tows, in amorous sighs addrest; action.--His life was an honour to himself, to

Propitious listen to the raptur'd strain. religion, to human nature.--He preserved to his

When chaste majestic passions swell the breast. death such a simplicity of manners as is rarely to be met with.--He judged of the world by the Too long exterior charms of radiant eyes, standard of his own virtuous heart; and few men And blushing cheeks, the captive sense control; who had seen such length of days ever left it so Thy forms, fair harmony, too long we prize, little acquainted with it.

Forget the fairer, more harmonious soul.