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At least, permit them not, with cye Then through his marv'lous odes,' aflant,

[quill; with marv'ling wonder, ftarem To view the labours of my grey-goose And with to call the rhyming roguc Nor yet with cold, disdainful words

their own. to chill

[haunt. Perhaps fome parfimoniousman of print, The stripling wand'rer in the muses'

Who fights the purer genius of our Pho!--this is all a flimfy, whining cant; soil,

A lame-leg'd poet's purring preface, And loves in transatlantic fuf to toil-Proving the chambers of his brain are Will take the hint, scant,

(his face. And with a multitude of nods and
That he, poor soul's, alhamed to show bows,
Alias, it proves the rogue has written

And “how d'ye do's," -
Rhymes, not fit for Grub-street, or

Tell Peter, with new type on vellum the North-end ; (smitten


(crated taper. And that, unless by pity's power you're "His Muse shall light Apollo's conseLow in the vault.of Cloe: they'll Fir'd at the thought, Peter will turn descend;


[profound, Or, peradventure, feiz'd by man of And, with a look half {cornful, half fpunk,

Exclaim-dread Sir, from whence arosc Line the rough fides of oil-cloth trunk, this bienfeance

(pence? Now, Peter'd rather fçe each printer From love of Peter ? or from love of dd,

(jail ;

Eftc, este, procul profani !
Bookstores in flames and stationers in Peter wishes no man to lie.
Than 'gainst the critic world turn

Then fit you down, Miss Patience, tail;

while I fing

(Ruse, Or fear of famc-immortal he'll be The life and death of yondermould'ring When once abroad his wares and rhymes Which a sweet damsel pluck’d, to please are spread,


her nose-
And gain admittance in the public's A fad, a folemn, and a moral thing:
Belles, beaux and maidens, with thcir
caps turn'd yellow,

Will pore, from morn to midnight,

An Elery.
o'er his ditties

YON Rose once bloom'd with tindure And laugh, and cry, and figh, and call them “ pretties

bright, “Sweet children of a likely, laughteré Was up before the morning light,

Upon the humble greensward ground, loving fellow."

And charm'd the neighb'ring stalks And then they'll wonder where the around. rogue was bred,


gave its fragrance to the air, What god, or goddess, gave hin pap And,caretess, kiss'd the gentle breeze; and caudle;

But though it gave-appear'd still fair ;
What fairy dances in his flow'ry Still offer'd nectar to the bees.

And who enjoys his cup-board and his

But blooming, with uncommon pride,
And blushing,

s, with the rainbow'shue,

Upon the foliage by its fide,
Grave justices, and fat judges, eke;

Which glitter'd with the morning
Of whom, with many noựs and bows,

dew ;
I speak,
Will clap their spectacles on noses ;

A fair, who watch'd her fleecy flock, (As doth a good, old, purblind, dame,

Beside the bending poplar's shade ; .
Whose understanding is a little lame ;

While resting on a moffy rock,
When the cons o'er the wond'rous

Efpy'd it waving in the glade.
books of Mofes.)

Eager to seize the envy'd Rose,
Then setting, easily, in elbow-chair, And with it deck her glowing breast,
Will suck, with liquorish chops, his She left her charge, forlook' répose,
lovc-pills down;

; And pluck'd it from its chorny reft,



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That infant droop'd its spreading So the divinely charming maid leaves;

Sits, careless, in the bower of life And foon its beauteous colours fled Til by her beauties the's betray'd, In vain Cecelia's bofom heaves, And falls a facrifice to grief. For with its charms the rose is dead,


THE CAPTIVE THRUSH. ONCE in a garden, Spread with

NCE in a garden, spread with For when the summer's bloom is pat, flowers,

And Boreas blows his surly blast, Enamelld walks, and fylvan bowers,

And all the trees are fript of green, A warbling, felf-enraptur'd thrush, The songster will no more be feen. Four'd out his funnet from a buih,

“ Yet hold! a project fills mind, And sung with that unlabour'd fire,

By, which I fome relief may find: Which only gentius can inspire.

It is in early morn to lay

A flimy twig on yonder {pray ; Into a cool, umbrageous grọt,

Which, when he perches there to sing, The lord of this delectant spot,

Will ufelels make his agile wing;
On fummer days would oft retreat, I have him then--and in a cage,
To fhun the scorching, solar heat,
He heard the songster tune his note,

Perhaps he'll fing for half an age.'
He saw him swell his trilling throat; The snare was laid, the bird was caught,
For now he fung in dying strains, But now, alas ! he's good for aought:
And now he rent the woods and plains.; The cause that rais'd his fineft tone,
But then, alas! what pleasures yield Sweet liberty! no more iş khown.
The fweeteft fonrets of the field, The wiry teñement can yield
When foul suspicion, foe to peace, No graces like the grove or field:
Bids joy abate, and cares increase. He never tanes a single lay,
In such a case as now expreft,

But pining mopes his life away, My Lord appear'd, nor could he rest; Which makes the captor curse the hour Tho' music sweetly charm’d his ears, He exercis'd his wanton pow'r. His mind was fill'd with anxious fears. “ 'Tis true(says he) this warbler's ftrains From hence we lçarn, that týrants oft confin'd to my domains;

employ [fchemes destroy; And when he sings so bold and free, Uulawful arms, which their own raptures feel as well as he:

For proudly thinking what is giv'o, But what of that? 1 shall not long too small, Enjoy his sweetly soothing song; They war with right for more, and

Are yet

(forfeit all.

ON HOP E. Hope

LOPE sheds on all its universal say, But fure as tears from suff'ring forrow À noon by night, a genial sụn by days glide, Pours its rich cordial on the fainting Hope Hines' reflected in the crystal breast,

(rest. tide. And softly rocks the fick’ning foul to With pantings pangs the difingi tor. Hope gently lulls inquietude to peace, ments bore, Bids all the forms of boit'rous passion But patient hope gave veut to every


[rene, Unaw'd by terror, undifmay'd by fear, Firm, unappall'd, unfhaken, clear, seBeams a sweet Emile for ev'ry falling Hope shall survive the melancholy

fcene; But now to different scenes I turn my. In other orbs inspire the sacred figh, view,

(deepeft hue'; And point the passage to a brighter To scenes where sorrow wears her íky,





in Flora's rainbow hues, Hence learn, ye thoughtless and ye vain, Dipt in vivifying dews,

Who fondty dance in pleasure's train, The woods, the hills, the vernal Amidst the gayest scenes of rosy

youth, But foon their glowing colours fade ! To cherith ftill, beneath the flow'ry For all this plcaling gay parade • Thar decorate the prefent hours, Is' But the promise of the "fruitful The sacred feeds of Irinocence and gear."


valts appear :

(Written under tbe Comprafure of Sorrow und Sickng's.)

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Omore through pleafute's flowery NOT always did I feign the tartte's walis I Aray,

moan, Since now immur'd in forrow's sick Nor always wore the traces fad of ly shade,

grief, Where hope ne'er gilds despair's dark Once fat this heart within its bofoni's clouded day,

throne, And whence her pictures (air-drawa) Light as the dew-drop on the rose's quickly fade.

leaf ! Since now no more gay mirth, theek Once round these brows the golden dimpled maid?

crown of youth Soothes myldrn breast, which heaves

Smiling I ware, and fram'd more with misery's figh

pleasing rhyme, Let me beneath some turf-green fod

When peace and friendhip, life's com be laid,

panions smooth, And from my griefs to death's cold

Dress’d with green flowers the mose flumbers fly.

fy feet of time.

'Not , with more joy, 'mid summer's Let me be plac'd beneath some friend.

sweets, appear'd ly thorn,

The bee, fond pilf'rer of each vernal Where evening's bird, for kindred

bloom, forrow's fake,

Than I by genuine love's warm (miles Perch'd on some bough which May's

cheer'd, Tweet flowers adori,

When pleasure's sunshine gilt my Her dirge-like fong thall pitying oft

youthful home.

Paft hours of bliss, which crown's
Tosoothe my spirit calmly fleeping near, life's opening years,
And wake rich music o'er my clay-cold Whose charms, now fled, call forth fad

meinory's tears.

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LH! not in vain we filvèr ritte

Thy faté with us, Oman! then mourn,
From mofly fountains flow;

And mourning be thou wise.
Who brawling down the vocal hills

Through fretting on our course we gain,
Leave morals as we go.

Like poor contentious pride,
Pictur'd in us, may mortals see, Yet all our toil is not in vain,
In our incessant strife,

We swell the river's tide,
The tvils of drear obscurity,

From us, lone trav’llers of the dale,
The toils of mortal life.

o be it understood, Fast, fast we run, ne'er to return, How e'en the lowliest in life's vale Like time that ever flies;

May aid the common good.

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EXTERNAL charms we often find And simple nature's peerless charms

in Mira's eyes;

Where there's no beauty of the mind.

are seen; Such charms as these, we but admire, Where parts improved, appcar, which) Efteem, and love, they can't inspire.

morę surprise, (despise) Or if a fancy'd love arise

(Though folid sense in women, moft From shape, and air, and sparkling eyes, Than all the heaven, which shines Delusion "tis, it lasts awhile; We fee, and at our folly smile.

Where sensibility is join'd But where the fairest form is join'd With firmness and a pious mind; With all that's lovely in the mind; Here let me all my heart, at once Wherc softness, sweetness, mildness resign; í grace

Come seize my breast, thou pallion Each finish'd feature of the face;

all divine;

(mine. Where heavenly modesty and artless I'll dare to hope Miranda may be)



ELCOME sweet harbinger of And keen affliction, with her. Scorpion op'ning spring,

wand, Thy penfive beautics caught my Would make a victim of the youthwandering eye;

ful heart. I've pluck'd thee, solitary flower, to bring,

How would my heart rejoice, could I Thy tender frame, where no rude relieve, blasts are nigh.

And wipe away the tear from for. I fee, thou scarce canâ rear thy droop. The child of suffering, could sweet ing head,

comfort give, Por frosts inclement pierc'd thy lovely form,

Or change into a smile the widow's But I'll transplant thce to a warmer

figh. My hand shall raise thee, and my Alas, the consolation I would grant fire shall warm.

To others, 1 myself must never know, Oh woặld some sympathising gentle But if the means, the power to bless, I hand,

want, Thus raise the human flower, when I can commiserate, though not bea mifery's dart,


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THE following is an introduction to a Poem, yet but partly finilhed. Should I find leilure, you may expect it complete. This scrap you may give the title of

THE MAPLE, CANTO I. Let the tall oak the bolts of heaven Sol's genial beatris around the Maple deride,

play; Or deal his mimic thunder on the tide; Frostschill by night, a thrilling warmth Be this the theme for Albion's loftier

by day,

Diftends cach cube, the tube by mystic
A humbler task my fameless pen pursues. laws,
Shall roses bloom in verse, from age to The fap nutritious from earth's bosom

Shrubs spread their foliage on the po- As higher still the swelling tube dis-

tends, The willow, poplar, fir arid cedar The circling lap to every branch asthrong,

cends. Alike the claffic and the rustic song,

Till each young bud the rich nutriPines wave in Milton, and no bard be tion shares, found,

For laureld spring his earliest wreath To plant the Maple on poetic ground ?

prepares. Columbia's muse forbids in simple

Great universal 'Cause, mysterious strain

Power ! She fings the Maple, and the hardy That clothes the forest, and that paints swain,

the flower,
Who draws the neear from her filver Bids the fell poison in the Upas grow,

And sweet nutrition in the Maple flow!
Nor envies India all its pampered stores. Let wilder's Deifts form a world by
What though our colder clime the Cane


And Berkley's pupils dream in endThe cultur'd plant, a native tree

less trance; fupplies;

Their reason those, and these their A trec, the fairest of the forest kind,

sense belie, Alike for use and ornament design d ;

Difeard all matter, and a God deny : For use, to those, who first essay the

In spite of those, th' impartial eye wood,

must see, To, form the table and supply its food :

Each leaf, a volume-its great author, To warm the labourer, by its bounty

Thec :

Nor less in every twig, than Aaron's
Or rear the lowly cottage o'er his head. rod,
For ornament, to grace the winding rill

, Behold the agency of nature's God! Wave in the vale, or shade the Mapea But, cease my muse, celestial ways to

lefs hill ; Or leave the foreft, where it useless Be thine the task to trace the works of

man ; grows, Rise, in the cultur'd field, in stately Teach him t'obey the first great law

of Heaven, rows, Spread o'er the rocky waste a shady To rightly use the bounties freely given.

In winter's leisure, let thy thoughtful grove, Where sportive mirth, and wailing The copious tray and finish'd tube love

may rove. Ere warring seasons rest in equal The tray of maple, other wood might

prepare. scales,

blend While winter now, and now mild spring Its loathsome juices, and thae tasteoffend. prevaile,




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