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I hid much rather be myself the slave,
And wear the bonols, than fisten them op him.
We have no sh.10 Ci at home--then why abrvau :
And they them elses once terried o'er the wave.
That paris 1-, ire em incipite and loos d.
Slaves cannot breathe in Englind : if their lungs
Receive our air, thuit moment they are free ,
They touch our country, and their shackles fall
Tire's noble, and bespeaks a natior pro:10
And jealous of the blessing. Spread it then,
And let it circulate through ev'ry vein
Of all your empire ; that where Britain's power
Is lelt, mankind my feel her mercy too.-COwre.l
The morning in summer.
The meek-ey'd morn appears, mother of dews,
At first fint gleaming in the dippled east;
Till fir o'er ether spreads the wil ning glow ;
And from befire the lustre of her fice
White break the clouds away.
With quicken'd suar
Brown vight retires : young dly pours in apace,
And opens all the livny prospect wiile.
The dripping rock. the inounta's misty top,
Swell as tlu sizil, anil brighten with the dawn.
Blite, thro’te dusk, the smoking currents shine ;
And from the loaded fiell the fearful hare
Limps, wkward: while along the forest-glade
The will deer trip, and often turning gaze
At erly passenger.
The native voice of uncissembled joy ;
And thick around the wood and livmns arise.
Rons'd by the cork, the soon-clad shepherd leares
His nios y Cottage, where with peace he dwelle;
And from the crowded folil, in order, drives
His tocli to taste the verdure of the morn.
Hilsely lustrious, will not min awake ;
add, springing fro the bed of sloth, enjoy
horas coud, the intant, and the silegt bour,
To meditation due and sacred song
? For is there aught in sleep can charm the wise ? To lie in dead oblivion, losing half The fleeting moments of too short a lifc; Total extinction of th' enlightened soul! Or else to feverish vanity alive, Wilder'd, and tossing thro' distemper'd dreams? Who would, in such a gloomy state, remain Longer than nature craves ; when ev'ry muse And every blooming pleasure waits without, To bless the wildly devious morning walk !--THOMSON.
SECTION 11. Rural sounds, as well as rural sights, delightful. Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds Exhilarate the spirit, and restore The tone of languid nature. Mighty winds, That sweep the skirt of some far-spreading wood Of ancient growth, make music, not unlike The dash of ocean on his winding shore, And lull the spirit while they fill the mind, Unnumber'd branches waving in the blast, And all their leaves fast flutt'ring all at once Nor less composure waits upon the roar Of distant foods ; or on the softer voice of neighb'ring fountain ; or of rills that slip Through the cleft rock, and, chiming as they fall Upon loose pebbles, lose themselves at length In matted grass, that, with a livelier green, Betrays the secret of their silent course. Nature inanimate employs swcet sounds ; But animated nature sweeter still, To sooth and satisfy the human ear. Ten thousand warblers cheer the day, and one The live-long night. Nor these alone, whose notes Nice finger'd art must emulate in vain ; But cawing rooks, and kites that swim sublime, In still repeated circles, screaming loud, The jay, the pye, and ev'n the boding owl That hails the rising moon, have charms for me. Sounds in harmonious in themselves, and harsh, Yet heard in scenes where peace for ever reigns, And only there, please highly for their sake.--COWER
The rose. I've rose lia ! been wash'd, just wash'al in a slower
11 Rich Wylo Anna converd; The plentiful moiture encumber'd the flower,
And weighed down its leiutifind hie'all. Tlle CHIP wis all tillil, and the leaves were all wet,
Aniit seem'd to a finciful view, Tu weep
for the buds it had left with regret, On the flourishing bish where it grew. I hustily seiz'd it, untit as it was
For il posezły, so dripping and drown'd;
And singing it ridely, too rudiely, alus !
I snapp'd it-it fell to the ground.
And such, I excliiinid, is the pitiless part,
Some act by the delicate inind,
Kegrilless of wringing and breaking a hcart,
Already to sorroir resign'd.
This elegant roe, hid I shaken it less,
Might brve blooin' with its owner awhile :
And the tear that is wip'd with a little address,
May be follow'd perhaps by a smile.“ÇOW PER.
Cure of birds for their young.
As thus the patient diam assiduous sits,
Not to be templed from her tender task,
Or by sharp hunger, or by smooth lelight,
Thor the whole loosen'd spring around her blows,
Her sympathising partner tikes liis stund
High on th' opponent biok, and ceaseless sings
The tedious time away ; or else supplies
her place a moment, while she sudden flits
To pick the scinty meal. Th' appointed tiine
toil fuitill’ol, the callow young,
Warm’d and expanded into pertect life,
Their brittle bondage break, and come to lichi,
A helpless fimily, demanding food
With constant clamour. o what passions then,
What melting sentiments of kindly care,
On the new parents seize! Away they dy
Affectindate, and undesiring bear
The most delicious morsel to their y jung,
Which equally distributeri, idman
The search begini. Even so i genile paur,
By fortune sunk, but torond of yeni rous mould,
And churma'd with care: beyond the vulgir breasi,
In some lone cot and the distant woods,
Sustain'd alone by provi lentil Hern,
Ort, as they weeping eye their intent train,
Check their own appetites, and give them all.
Liberty and slavery contratsted. Part of a letter fritten fron
Italy by Hudson.
How his kind leav'n abbrnd the happy land,
And scatter'd blessines with a wisteri) hind:
But what avail her unexhausted stores,
Her blooming mountains, and her gunny shores,
Wiik all the gifis that heav'n and earth impart,
The siniles of intre, und ihe cliarms of art,
While proud oppression in her villeys reigns,
And tyranny osurps her happy plains ?
inhabitant beholds in vain
The redd'ninorange, and the swelling gran;
Joyless he sees the growing oils and wines,
And in the myrtle's fragrant shade repines.
Oh, Liberty, thou pow'r supremely bright,
Profuse of bliss, and pregnant with delight!
Perpetual pleasures in thy presence reiça;
And smiling plenty leads thy wanton rain.
Eas'd of her loal, subjection grows more light,
And poverty looks cheerful in thy sight.
Thou mak'st the gloomy face of nature gay
Giv'st beauty to the sun, and pletsưre to the day.
On foreign mountins, m'ıy the sin refire
The grape's soft juice, and meliow it to wine;
With citron groves adorn' distant soil,
And the fat olive swell with floor of oil :
not the warmer clime, that lies * 'In 'ten degrees of more indulgent skies ;
Nor at tlié coarseness of our heav'n repine,
Tho' o'er d'ar he:urds the frozen Pleiids shine":
*Tis Liberty th.it crowns Brit inuii's -le," And putkes ter barreu rucksawit berbesak miamitains would
Charity. A paraphrase on the 13th chapter of the fra
epistle to the Corinthians.
Did sweeter sounds adorn my flowing tongue,
Than ever man pronounc'd or angel sung ;
Had I all knowledge, human and divine,
That thought can reach, or science can define ;
And had I pow'r to give that knowledge birth,
In all the speeches of the babbling earth;
Did Shadrach's zeal my glowing breast inspire,
To weary tortures, and rejoice in fire ;
Or had I faith like that which Israel saw,
When Moses gave them miracles, and law :
Yet, gracious charity, indulgent guest,
Were not thy pow'r exerted in my breast;
Those speeches would send up unheeded pray'r;
That scorn of life would be but wild despair ;
A cymbal's sound were better than my voice ;
My faith were form; my eloquence were noise
Charity, decent, modest, easy, kind,
Softens the high, and tears the abject mind;
Knows with just reins, and gentle hand, to guide
Betwixt vile sharne, and arbitrary pride.
Not soon provok’d, she easily forgives ;
And much she suffers, as she much believes.
Soft peace she brings wherever she arrives;
She builds our quiet, as she forms our lives;
Lays the rough paths of peevish nature even ;
And opens in each heart a little heav'n.
Each other gitt, which God on man bestows,
Its proper bounds, and due restriction knows ;
To one fix'd purpose dedicates its pow'r;
And finishing its act, exists no more.
Thus, in ohedience to what Heav'n decrees,
Knowledge shall fail, and prophecy shall cease ;
But lasting charity's more ample sway,
Nor bound by time, nor subject to decay,
In happy triumph shall for ever live;
And endless gond diffuse, and endless praise receive.
As through the artist's intervening glass,
Our eye.ulnerves the distant planets pass ;
A ltue we discover ; but allow,
That ware remains Unear than art cuts sbowi.