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Him, with her purest flames the Muse endow'd,

Flames never to th’illiberal thought ally'd; The sacred fifters, led where Virtue glow'd

In all her charms; he saw, he felt, and dy'd. i !!!!

Oh, partner of my infant griefs and joys!

Big with the scenes now paft, my heart o'erflows; Bids each endearment, fair as once to rise,

And dwells luxurious on her melting woes :

Oft with the rising fun, when life was new,

Along the woodland have I roam'd with thee; Oft by the moon have brush'd the evening dew;

When all was fearless innocence and glee.

The fainted well, where yon bleak hill declines,

Has oft been conscious of those happy hours; But now the hill, the river crown'd:with pines,

And fainted well, have loft their chearing powers:

For thou art gone. My guide, my friend! óh; where,

Where haft thou Aed, and left me here behind! My tendereft with, my heart to thee was. bare,

Oh, now cut off each passage to thy mind!

How dreary is the gulph ! how dárk, how void,

The trackless shores that never were repass?d!." Dread separation ! Con the depth untry'd,

Hope faulters, and the foal recoils aghaft!

Wide round the spacious heavens I cast my eyes :

And shall these stars glow with immortal fire! Still shine the lifeless glories of the kies!

And could thy bright, thy living soul expire !" ??

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Far be the thought! The pleasures moft sublimes

The glow of friendship, and the virtuous tear, The towering with that fcorns the bounds of time,

Chill'd in this vale of death, but lariguish here:

So plant the vitte ori Norway's wint'ty latid;

The languid ftranger feebly buds, and dies: Yet there's a clime where Virtue thall expand

With godlike ftrength beneath het native kies!

The lonely Niepherd on the mountain's fide,

With patience waits the rofy opening day The matiner at midnight's darksome tide,

With chearful hope expects the morning rayi

Thus I, on .life's storm-beaten ocean toss'd,

In mental vision view the happy shofe, Where Pollio beckons to the peaceful coafto.

Where fate and death divide the friends no more !

Oh, that some kind, fome pitying kindred Shades

.. Who now, perhaps, frequents this folemn grove, Would tell the awful fecrets of the dead, | And from my eyes the mortal film remove i

Vain is the wilk-yei surely tot in vain

Man's bofom glows with that celestial fire,
Which scorns earth's luxuries, which smiles at pain,

And wings his fpirit with sublime defire!

To fan this spark of Heaven, this ray divine,

Still, O my soul! till be thy dear employ, Still thus to wander thro' the shades be thine,

And swell thy breaft with visionary joy!

So So to the dark-brow'd wood, or facred mount,

In ancient days, the holy feers retir'd;
And, led in vision, drank at Siloe's fount,

While rifing extasies their bofoms fir'd:

Restor's creation bright before them rose,

The burning defarts fmild as Eden's plains,
One friendly shade the wolf and lambkin chofe,

The flowery mountain sung, Meliah reigns !"

Tho' fainter raptures my cold breast inspire,

Yet let me oft frequent this folemn scene;
Oft to the abbey's shatter'd walls retire,

What time the moonshine dimly gleams between :

There, where the crofs in hoary ruin nods,

And weeping yews.o'ershade the letter'd ftones,
While midnight filence wraps these drear abodes,

And soothes me wandering o'er my kindred bones ;

Let kindled Fancy view the glorious morn,

When from the burfting graves the jaft shall rise,
All Nature smiling, and by angels borne,

Mefliah's crofs far blazing o'er the kies!

ODE TO INDEPENDENCE.

BY DR. SMOLLETT,

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HY spirit, Independence, let me share!

Lord of the lion-heart and eagle-eye,
Thy steps I follow with my bosom bare,

Nor heed the storm that howls along the sky;
Deep in the frozen regions of the north,
· A goddess violated brought thee forth,

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Immortal Liberty, whose look sublime
Hath bleach'd the tyrant's cheek in ev'ry varying clime ;
What time the iron-hearted Gaul

With frantick Superstition for his guide,
Arm'd with the dagger and the pall,

The fons of Woden to the field defyd;
The ruthless hag, by Wefer's flood,

In Heaven's name org'd th' infernal blow,

And red the stream began to flow:
The vanquish'd were baptiz'd with blood *.

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The Saxon prince in horror fled.

From altars stain'd with human gore ;
And Liberty his routed legions led:

In safety to the bleak Norwegian shore :
There in a cave alleep she lay,

Lull'd by the hoarse resounding main ;
When a bold favage pafs'd that way,

Impelld by definy, his name Difdain.
Of ample front the portly chief appear'd;

The hunted bear fupply'd a shaggy veft,
The drifted fnow húng on his yellow beard,

And his broad shoulders bray'd the furious blaft.
He stopp'd; he gaz'd ; his bolom glow'd,

And deeply felt th' impression of her charms:
He seiz'd th' advantage Fate allow'd,
And straight compress'd her in his vigorous arms.

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The curlieu scream'd; the tritons blew

Their shells to celebrate the ravish'd rite ;
Old Time exulted as he few;

And Independence faw the light.

• Baptiz'd with blood, &c.} Charlemaigne obliged four, theofandi Sason prisoners to embrace the Christian religion, and immediately after they were baptized, ordered their throats to be cut. Their Prince Vitikind fled for shelter to Gotrick King of Denmark.

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The light he saw in Albion's happy plains ;

Where, under cover of a flowering thorn, While Philomel renew'd her warbled ftrains,

Th' auspicious fruit of ftol'n embrace was born. The mountain dryads seiz'd with joy

The smiling infant to their charge consign'd; The Dorick Mufe caress'd the fav'rite boy ;

The hermit, Wisdom, ftor'd his op'ning mind. As rolling years matur'd his age,

He flourish'd bold and finewy as his fire ; While the mild passions in his breast assuage The fiercer Alames of his maternal fire.

ANTISTROP.H E. Accomplish'd thus, he wing'd his way,

And zealous rouz'd from pole to pole, The rolls of right eternal to display,

And warm with patriot thoughts th' aspiring foul. On desart ifles * 'twas he that rais'd

Those spires that gild th' Adriatick wave, Where tyranny beheld amaz'd

Pair Freedom's, temple, where he mark'd her grave. He steel'd the blunt Bardavian's arms

To burst th' Iberian's double chain t; And cities rear'd, and planted farms,

Won from the kirts of Neptune's wide domain, He, with the generous rusticks, fate

On Uris' rocks in close divan I, And wing'd that arrow fure as fate

Which ascertain'd the facred rights of man. - *Ön defart isles, &c.] Although Venice was built a considerable time before the æra here afligned for the birth of Independence, the Republick had not yet attained to any great degree of power and fplendour.

+ To burft tb' Iberian's double chain, &c.] The Low Countries were not only oppressed by grievous taxations, but likewise threatened with the establishment of the inquisition, when the Seven Provinces revolted, and shook off the yoke of Spain.

I on Uris' rocks, &c.] Alluding to the known story of William Tell and his associates, the fathers and founders of the Confederacy of the Swiss Cantons.

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