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IV. But, ah ! my sympathy can nought avail, Whilft rig'rous falutes “ purge the general
weal." Acijur'd by eloquence thy victims rise, And bleeding itand confess'd to British cyes : Their dark soul wrongs ile sorrowing Begums
1peak, Andblanch the rubies of each beauteous cheek. - Then say, one ray of hope doft thou retain, And think'ít thou these appeals can all prove vain ?
[revile, Yes! Though wbole nations Thall thy deeds Still fhalt thou find relief in ******'s smile!
Perchance with him in gloomy triumph thare,
be thine, The beauties of these Stanzas are sufficiently obvious ;-the orientalism of some palsages, the pathos of the whole, and above all, the gratitude of the honorable writer, must be of themselves too impreflive to require any comment or elucidation.
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Does calm Indifference dwell " On the low mead, or mountain (well? « Ob tell me wbere, " For thou shalt find me there."
TO DELLA CRUSCA. Y
ES, on the mountain's liauglity (well,
And in the proftrate dell,
When NEWTON !rod the starry roads,
For having feign'd so long ;
Propitiare first, then with her hafte
Hafte!-leave th'insipid herd-away !
} THREE eis of wine a prudent man may
Then find the myrtled tomb,
Bleft Poetry, compel thy lyre
To found the loud immortal praise
And fed tliy near-extinguith'd fire!
To lait till Europe's glory fades-
Thy troplay'd canvas shall be fame Thro' the palm-grove's haughty shade, To those who nurs'd thy infant art, And the lofty aloed glade,
And bear to mightier shores the name!
Swiftly, my Della CRUSCA, turn
The once proud city hallows Aill.
There thy fine taste may drink its fill. Is a fost willow bending near,
O rather fly Whose drooping leaves (peak gricf fincere?
For ever thun her tempting skies, Its Jrooping leaves, ah! gently seize,
For there, if right I ween, the maid INDIF. The happy violence will please
FERENCE dies ! Bend its tender flaccid boughs
ANNA MATILDA. (Mutt'ring lost mysterious vows) Into garlands-leave them there, OFFERINGs to the love-loft pair.
IMITATED FROM THE GREEK,
By R. CUMBERLAND, Esq.
From EU BU L U S.
The first of these for Conftitution's sake; Stream'd radiance from impafliou'd eyes;
The second to the girl he lores the best; The roof where odious night bire's rest,
The third and last to lull him to his rest, Once shelter'd Wit, once echo'd Jeit;
Then boine to bed! But if a fourth he
pours, Where peasants' cumbrous oxen tall,
That is the cup of folly, and not ours; TER PSICHORE swam thro' the ball;
Loud noisy talking on the fifth attends ;
The fixth breeds feuds and falling-out of Serpents convolve where mofic thrillid,
friends ; And loft Palmyra's fate's fulfillu.
Doth splendid scenes thy light heart prize? Seven beget blows and faces stain’d with gore; Fly to l'alia's downy skies!
Eight, and the watch-patible breaks ope the Wlicre Fancy's richest 1trokes abound,
Mad with the ninth, another cup goes round, Where Nature's happiest points are found. The Pleafure, here--a rosy baad!
And the swillid rot drops senseless to the Link'd to her car with flow'ry chains,
ground. Bear their rapt goddess o'er the plains,
From THEOPHILUS. And strew their glories o'er her land. The dulcet groves burit with rich notes, IF love be folly, as the Schonls would prove, Cauglit by a thoufand trembling throats ; The man must lose his wits who falls in The wavy ryers as they fly,
love; Their lot embroider'd bounds between, Deny him love, you doom the wretch to Whofe glowing tips be. sem
death, Bear on their curls th' extatic agh;
And then it follows he must lose his breath. The breeze detain d rests its pure wing, Good footb! there is a young and diinty maid To liar blett Love its triumphs ing.
I dearly love, a minstrel she by trade; And alı! be Iraly ne'er ram'd,
What then? Must I desere to pedant rule, Without a pause to those lo fami
And owp that love transforms me to a fool? The glorious MEDICIS !
Not I? so help me! By the Gods I swear, On SCULPTOPF, list thy pillar high, The nymph I love is fairest of the fair ; Anj grave the name amidst the sky!
Wise, witty, dearer to her poet's fight, Its bale, let marble Surrow fond,
Than piles of money on an author's night. And child Woes in high relief
Must I not love her then? Let the dull lor, Look ther unutterable grief,
Who made the law, chey it! I wily not. And mute Despair its trctics rend.
[ To be Continued.]
The MORALS of CHESS, “ The puzzling Knight, the Cafile frong, -
" Treach their sevei al moves belong: А
MIND, Maria, such as thinc,
“ W'hich rightly kept to will ensure
« Succes, or Fame at least procure, From every object can extract
" Alike to life this rule applies, Its moral faithful and exact.
" And well observ'd is to be wise: Endu'd with Fancy to pursue
“ For shame and jus contempo fucceeds And bring each thining thought to view ;
“ Ji benever bead rong Foly ireads, And seconded by all, we know,
66 Bewilder'd, in a different rout That graceful language can bestow ;
To that wbich Nature pointed out. E'en trifles from thy wit and sense
“ Here rashness oft leverely check'd, Are instantly of conseqnence.
66 Makes enterprize be circumspect : Not long agn, the hour was late,
“ For if we tail each point to weigh That we in sober tete-a-tete,
“ With due precision cre we play; With various good and ill success,
" If in our minds be not pursu'd Pursu'dour wonted Game of Chess !
" Whate'er the future may include; As I, long medicating, strove
" Disgrace succeeds, and certain loss To make one great decisive move;
6. Will the most Aattering prospect cross; Whore powerful influence Tould subdue
* philst cool refolve and prudent care, Whate'er my gentle Foe couid do;
“ Above or rajhnofs or despair, My head, rechind my hand upon, Maturely weighing pro and con,
6. Willof: the bopetefs game retrieve,
“ Ard Vicry's well-earnd palm receive. And all my soul (tho' close by you)
“ Here Pride nisjudging well may learn With Chess, and only Chefs, in view ;
" The worib beneath is to discern; By lucky chance disturbod, I found
r. Whene'er a Piecc is forc'd to own You too, in serious thought profound, Full on the motley Board, intent,
“ Its safety to a Pawn alone ;
" Or further to enhance the shame, Your animated eye was bent,
" A Pawn perhaps secures the Game. And (as its language oft I feek,)
“ Here no rude boilt'rous sounds are heard, Metivought it fpoke, or seem'd to speak, A mind that rang'd a wider field,
6. Of mirth indulg'd, or vow's preferr'di.
" Here decent filence reigos alone'' Than the mere Game itself could yield.
But here, alas ! the clock firuck OneLong time, unmark'd by you, 1 view'd, And strictly all their course pursu’d,
The magic of that single stroke
Your train of deep reflection broke;
And ftified many a thought refin'd,
That ftill was rushing to your mind. A mutual pow'r to read the heart;
The game deferi’-retir'd to rest, Or if its best and purest fire
The muse my conscious fiumbers bless'd; Can kindred seotiments inspire ;
And then inspir'd this humble lay, Maria will not be surpriz d,
Chefs and Maria to display. G. C. To hear 'twas thus (ne moraliz'd :
To “How well yon chequered bjard (where light
By Miss KIMBL B.
AN it be fancy allah no!
The beating heart, the cheek's high glow, ". This mortal state of joys and cares :
Declare, alas ! too plain, • More striking yet the lesson grows,
That no ideal pain " When long and well observ'd, it thows,
Thrnhs in each pulse, and from my breast " That'tis by sbe surrounding shade
Steals its content, iis wonted reft. • The spot of ligbe is wholly made ; " And tha: remov'd, in vair: the eye
Say, does Imagination guide, 66 Would seek the other to d-cry.
And over all my thoughts preside? “ Thus pain not fils, but just in light,
Does Fancy prompt the righ, « Gives birth to pleasure a:d delight;
Does Menitruct the eye,
Ardent to gaze when thou art near, " And wanting it, this life would be 6 A scene of dull vacuity.
Ablent to drop the tender tear ? " Yet many a wise and wholesome liw Tho' frequent borne upon her wing, “ Th'attentive mind frem Chefs migine draw. Of groves and sylvan Nades i fing, " The men in order due dilpos d,
I own not now ber (wy; “ Of many a various rank compos'd
Alas !, co Love a prey, “ The powerful Queen, the bumble Pawn, My soul acknowledges liis chain, " The Bifhcy, tho' not Neev'd in lawn ; Of real torments I complain.
She o'er my drearos indeed is Queen,
Se not affects the heart ;
She points no love-barb'd dart ;
When far from me and love,
In other climes you rove, Her airy wand may care impait, And fooih my agonizing beart.
On the FIRST of APRIL. Now dawns the day to Folly ever dear,
And Jeem'd by her the fairest of the
year ; April's first morn, diftinguish'd for her birih, To Sloth she gives the day, the night to
Submitted to their tyrant (way,
On earth we roam by Jove's decree,
Who nor can reason nor can see,
-As Fancy wills—ibeir face and mind.
To CH LO E.
By the Save
And strives to quench my amorous flame ;
Prove Love and Reuton are the same.
Seek for some fault to disapprove,
And prove that Reaton's blind as Love.
Comes when the hooting Owls begin their
flight, For Folly keeps ber holy.day at night. WRITTEN at one of the HERMITAGES
at MONSERRAT E in Spain.
By T. CL 10 RICKMAN, in 1785. HERE rais d'huve earth, and all that earth
can give, “ The world forgetting, by the world for
got;'' Sequefter'd fiom the haunts of men you live,
And Angels guard, and bless your sacred
VERSES from a CURATE to Lord NUCENT.
ENVY not thy spacious seat,
Beyond my hopes and wishes great ;
With pitying eye you view the scenes below,
A NOSEGA Y. The while remembrance wakes the guh- THE Violet is modefty; ing tear ;
For it conceals itself;
For i: a blush betrays.
So chatle and pure its bue ;
Ahl nure of these to your retreat belong. Which berds to shup our view; Here, with yourselves conversing day by day,
'Tis fansy thus pourtrays. A bleeding Saviour ever in your light; The Honeysuckle, sympathy, Your souls from this bleft manfion s.r away, Diftilling cewy tears, And towards their native regions take their The Pillion flower, brevity, flight.
Scotce blown, it diarpears, To this Heaven-sculptur'd rock, and yc good The Tulip is variety, men,
That changes with the hour; Reluctantly the bard's adieu is given ;
The Primrose is fimplicily, With heavy heart be joins the world! agilili,
Aud llora's favourite fio:ver. Fur lior serruie is but one fitpfrom ijraven. Thus in each plant (i me lefion we may find, From the SPENISH of CHRISTORAL DE Which servest' improve while it corrects the CASTILFIO.
mind; By Jorn GIFFORD, Esq. And flowers and weeds are an exhaustless stors OH! hapless mortals ! born to woe! Of pleafure, profit, and intrinsic-lore: Deatın'd from Infancy to prove
In short, each object to a grateful heart, The complicaied ills that fi ev
However humble, muft delight impart, From fortune and from lure.