For her I breathe the joyful day;
For her thro' Nature's wilds I stray,
And cull the flow'rs and fruit.
Sweep, fweep the lute's enchanting string, And all thy fweets, lov'd Luxury, bring! "To enjoy, is to obey :"
• The heav'nly mandate ftill prevail, • And let each unwife wretch bewail The dire neglected day.
Still hand in hand great Nature goes,
With joys to honour never foes,
And all those joys are free.
And welcome thrice to British land,
From Italy's voluptuous ftrand,
• Ye deftin'd men of art;
Breathe on the thrilling, meaning found, • Each grace shall still be faithful found, At your admirer's heart.
Avert, ye gods! that curfe of fools,
The pride of theoretick rules,
That dupery of sense:
• I ne'er refuse the proffer'd joy,
• With ev'ry good-that can annoy-
• Moft eafily difpenfe.
• I catch each rapture as it flies,
• Each happy lofs a gain fupplies,
And boon ftill follows boon:
The smile of beauty gilds my day,
Regardless of her frowns I ftray-
Thus thro' my hours I run!
But let me not for idle rhyme Neglect, ungrateful, good old Time; • Dear watch! thou art obey'd.'— 'Twas thus the Man of Pleasure spoke; His jovial step then careless took,
To Celia or her maid,
ON A SUPPOSED SLIGHT FROM
HOU Director of the foul,
great
Who first to being call'd me forth;
Teach me my paffions to controul,
Nor let my nature lose it's worth.
Bred in Adverfity's fad fchool,
My dearest wishes ever cross'd;
Cannot I yet thofe tumults rule,
Which make thefe dear-bought leffons loft?
Alas! by various evils torn,
How is my anxious mind distress'd!
The past with fecret tears I mourn;
The present seldom gives me reft.
To future profpects if I fly,
Ah, me! what hopes can they bestow?
Can flattering Fancy cheat the eye,
With aught but lengthen'd fcenes of woe?
In early bloom, in life's first prime,
To Love and Friendship ftill inclin'd;
With lively hopes I look'd through time,
Romantick pleasures fill'd my mind.
But now, alas! thofe phantoms fled,
By youth's light hand fo gaily drefs'd;
My worn-out mind, to Love grown dead,
I thought myself in Friendship bless'd.
But difappointments ftill attend
The mind to earth-born pleafures prone: Look up, my foul, behold thy FRIEND, And bend before his awful throne.
Father ador'd, incline thine ear
To her, whofe heart afflictions prefs;
Whofe mind, tho' weak, thou know'ft fincere:
Oh! calm, and make her feelings lefs!
Lend me, O gracious God! thine aid ;
• Vouchsafe to rectify my heart:
Thy goodness, on thy work display'd,
• Will lead me to the better part!'
BY GERALD FITZGERALD, ESQ
HE feather'd game that haunt the hoary plains,
The mimick thunder of the deep-mouth'd gun,
By lightning ufher'd, and by death out-run ;
The spaniel fpringing on the new-fall'n prey;
The friend attendant, and the fpirits gay:
Thefe are the scenes which lur'd my earliest days;
And scenes like these continue ftill to please.
Oft, when I've feen the new-fledg'd morn arife,
And fpread it's pinions to the polar skies;
Th' expanded air with gelid fragrance fan,
Brace the flack nerves, and animate the man;
Swift from the college, and from cares, I flew,
(For ftudious cares folicit fomething new)
From tinkling bells, that wake the truant's fears,
And letter'd trophies of three thousand years:
Thro' length'ning ftreets with fanguine hopes I glide,
The fatal tube depending at my fide.
No bufy vendor dins with clam'rous call,
No rattling carriage drives me to the wall;
The close-compacted shops, their commerce laid,
In filence frown, like mansions of the dead :
Save, where the footy-fhrowded wretch cries Sweep,'
Or drowzy watchman ftalks in broken sleep,
'Scap'd from the hot-brain'd youth of midnight fame,
Whose mirth is mischief, and whofe glory shame.
Save, that from yonder ftew the batter'd beau,
With tott'ring fteps comes reeling to and fro.
Mark, how the live-long revels of the night
Stare in his face, and ftupify his fight!
Mark the loofe frame, yet impotently bold,
'Twixt man and beaft, divided empire hold!
Amphibious wretch! the prey of paffion's tide,
The wreck of riot, and the mock of pride.
But we, my friend, with aims far diff'rent borne,
Seek the fair fields, and court the blushing morn;
With sturdy finews, brufh the frozen fnow,
While crimson colours on our faces glow;
Since life is short, prolong it while we can,
⚫ And vindicate the ways of health to man.'
To yonder vales that spread beneath the hills,
Where Miltown river winds with murm'ring rills,
Onward our courfe diversify'd we bend,
And right and left with anxious care attend:
The poring fpaniel, ftudious as he goes,
Scents ev'ry leaf that on the margin grows;
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