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“Alas ! the joys that fortune brings “In humble, simplest habit clad, Are trifling, and decay ;

No wealth nor power had he ; And those who prize the paltry things, Wisdom and worth were all he had, More trifling still than they.

But these were all to me. • And what is friendship but a name,

“ The blossom opening to the day, A charm that lulls to sleep :

The dews of heaven refined, A shade that follows wealth or fame, Could nought of purity display, But leaves the wretch to weep?

To emulate his mind. * And love is still an emptier sound, “The dew, the blossom on the tree, The modern fair one's jest ;

With charms inconstant shine ; On earth unseen, or only found

Their charms were his, but, woe is me, To warm the turtle's nest.

Their constancy was mine! “For shame, fond youth, thy sorrows hush, “For still I tried each fickle art, And spurn the sex," he said :

Importunate and vain : But while he spoke, a rising blush And while his passion touch'd my heart, His love-lorn guest betrayed.

I triumph'd in his pain. Surprised he sees new beauties rise, “Till quite dejected with my scorn, Swift mantling to the view ;

He left me to my pride ; Like colours o'er the morning skies, And sought a solitude forlom, As bright, as transient too.

In secret, where he died. The bashful look, the rising breast, “But mine the sorrow, mine the fault, Alternate spread alarms ;

And well my life shall pay ; The lovely stranger stands confest I'll seek the solitude he sought, A maid in all her charms !

And stretch me where he lay. And, " Ah, forgive a stranger rude, “And there forlorn, despairing, hid, A wretch forlorn,” she cried ;

I'll lay me down and die ; “WI ose feet unhallow'd thus intrude 'Twas so for me that Edwin did, Where heaven and you reside.

And so for him will I.” “But let a maid thy pity share,

Forbid it, Heaven !" the hermit cried, Whom love has taught to stray ;

And clasp'd her to his breast : Who seeks for rest, and finds despair The wond'ring fair one turn'd to chide-Companion of her way.

'Twas Edwin's self that prest! “My father lived beside the Tyne, “Turn, Angelina, ever dear, A wealthy lord was he ;

My charmer, turn to see And all his wealth was mark'd as mine ; Thy own, thy long-lost Edwin here, He had but only me.

Restored to love and thee! “To win me from his tender arms, « Thus let me hold thee to my heart, Unnumber'd suitors came;

And every care resign : Who praised me for imputed charms, And shall we never, never part, And felt, or feign'd, a flame.

My life—my all that's mine ? “Each hour a mercenary crowd “No, rever from this hour to part, With richest proffers strove ;

We'll live and love so true ; Among the rest young Edwin bow'd, The sigh that rends thy constant heart, But never talked of love.

Shall break thy Edwin's too."

{TOBIAS SMOLLETT. 1721–1771.) Bereft of shelter, food, and friend,

She views the shades of night descend ; THE TEARS OF SCOTLAND.

And stretch'd beneath th' inclement skies, MOURN, hapless Caledonia, mourn Weeps o'er her tender babes, and dies. Thy banish'd peace, thy laurels torn! Thy sons, for valour long renown'd, While the warm blood bedews my veins, Lie slaughter'd on their native ground; And unimpair'd remembrance reigns, Thy hospitable roofs no more

Resentment of my country's fate, Invite the stranger to the door ;

Within my filial breast shall beat ; In smoky ruins sunk they lie,

And, spite of her insulting foe, The monuments of cruelty.

My sympathising verse shall flow :

“Mourn, hapless Caledonia, mourn The wretched owner sees afar

Thy banish'd peace, thy laurels torn." His all become the prey of war ; Bethinks him of his babes and wife, Then smites his breast, and curses life.

INDEPENDENCE. Thy swains are famish'd on the rocks,

STROPHE. Where once they fed their wanton flocks: Thy ravish'd virgins shriek in vain ; The spirit, Independence, let me share, Thy infants perish on the plain.

Lord of the lion-heart and eagle-eye,

Thy steps I follow with my bosom bare, What boots it, then, in every clime,

Nor heed the storm that howls along the Through the wide-spreading waste of

sky. ime,

Deep in the frozen regions of the north, Thy martial glory, crown'd with praise,

A goddess violated brought thee forth, Stiil shone with undiminish'd blaze ! Immortal Liberty, whose look sublime Thy tow'ring spirit now is broke,

Hath bleach'd the tyrant's cheek in every Thy neck is bended to the yoke.

varying clime. What foreign arms could never quell,

What time the iron-hearted Gaul, By civil rage and rancour fell.

With frantic superstition for his guide,

Arm'd with the dagger and the pall, The rural pipe and merry lay

The sons of Woden to the field defied : No more shall cheer the happy day:

The ruthless hag, by Weser's food, No social scenes of gay delight

In Heaven's namé urged the infernal Beguile the dreary winter night :

blow, No strains but those of sorrow flow,

And red the stream began to flow : And nought be heard but sounds of woe, The vanquish'd were baptised with blood I While the pale phantoms of the slain Glide nightly o'er the silent plain.


The Saxon prince in horror fled O baneful cause ! oh, fatal morn! From altars stain'd with human gore ; Accursed to ages yet unborn!

And Liberty his routed legions led The sons against their father stood, In safety to the bleak Norwegian shore. The parent shed his children's blood. There in a cave asleep she lay, Yet, when the rage of battle ceased, Lull’d by the hoarse-resounding main ; The victor's soul was not appeased : When a bold savage past that way, The naked and forlorn must feel Impell’d by destiny, his name Disdain. Devouring flames and murd'ring steel ! Of ample front the portly chief appear's :

The hunted bear supplied a shaggy vest ; The pious mother, doom'd to death, The drifted snow hung on his yellow Forsaken wanders o'er the heath ;

beard ; The bleak wind whistles round her head, and his broad shoulders braved the Her helpless orphans cry for bread;

furious blast.



rous arms.

He stopt : he gazed ; his bosom glow'd,
And deeply felt the impression of her Arabia's scorching sands he cross'd,
charms :

Where blasted nature pants supine,
He seized the advantage fate allow'd,

Conductor of her tribes adust, And straight compressed her in his vigo To freedom's adamantine shrine;

And many a Tartar horde forlorn, aghast ! STROPHE.

He snatch'd from under fell oppression's The curlew scream'd, the tritons blew

wing, Their shells to celebrate the ravish'd rite ; | The all-cheering hymns of liberty to sing.

And taught amidst the dreary waste Old Time exulted as he flew;

He virtue finds, like precious ore, And Independence saw the light. The light he saw in Albion's happy Even now he stands on Calvi's rocky

Diffused through every baser mould ; plains,

shore, Where under cover of a flowering thorn, While Philomel renew'd her warbled He, guardian genius, taught my youth

And turns the dross or Corsica to gold : strains,

[born. The auspicious fruit of stol'n embrace was My lips by him chastised to truth,

Pomp's tinsel livery to despise : The mountain dryads seized with joy,

Ne'er paid that homage which my heart The smiling infant to their care con

denies. sign'd ; The' Doric muse caress'd the favourite

ANTISTROPHE. boy ; The herinit Wisdom stored his opening Those sculptur'd halls my feet shall never mind.

tread, As rolling years matured his age, Where varnish'd vice and vanity comHe Aourish'd bold and sinewy as his bined,

To dazzle and seduce, their banners While the mild passions in his breast spread,

(mind ; assuage

And forge vile shackles for the free-bom The fiercer flames of his maternal fire. While insolence his wrinkled front up


And all the flowers of spurious fancy Accomplish'd thus, he wing'd his way,

blow; And zealous roved from pole to pole,

And title his ill-woven chaplet wears, The rolls of right eternal to display,

Full often wreathed around the mis. And warm with patriot thoughts the as

creant's brow : piring soul.

Where ever-dimpling falsehood, pert and Un desert isles 'twas he that raised

vain, Those spires that gild the Adriatic wave,

Presents her cup of stale profession's Where tyranny beheld amazed Fair freedom's temple, where he mark'd And pale disease, with all his bloated

train, He steel'd the blunt Batavian's arms Torments the sons of gluttony and sloth. To burst the Iberians double chain ; And cities rear'd, and planted farms,

STROFAE Won from the skirts of Neptune's wide In fortune's car behold that minion ride, domain

With either India's glittering spoils op He with the generous rustics sate,

prest; On Uri's rocks in close divan;

So moves the sumpter-mule, in hamess'd And wing'd that arrow sure as fate,

pride, Which ascertain'd the sacred rights of That bears the treasure which he cannot

sire ;

froth ;

her grave.



For him let venal bards disgrace the bay, While, lightly poised, the scaly brood And hireling minstrels wake the tink ling In myriads cleave thy crystal food ; string;

The springing trout in speckled pride, Her ser:sual snares let faithless pleas'ıre The salmon, monarch of the tide ; lay;

The ruthless pike, intent on war, And jingling bells fantastic folly ring ; The silver eel, and mottled par. Disquiet, doubt, and dread shall inter. Devolving from thy parent lake, vene ;

A charming maze thy waters make, And nature, still to all her feelings just, By bowers of birch and groves of pinn, in vengeance hang a damp on every And hedges flower'd with eglantine. scene,

Still on thy banks so gaily green, Shook from the baleful pinions of disgust. May numerous herds and Nocks be seen: ANTISTROPHE.

And lasses chanting o'er the pail, Nature I'll court in her sequester'd And ancient faith that knows no guile,

And shepherds piping in the dale ; haunts,

And industry embrown'd with toil ; By mountain, meadow, streamlet, grove, And hearts resolved and hands prepared or cell,

The blessings they enjoy to guard ! Where the poised lark his evening ditty

chaurts, And health, and peace, and contempla. tion dwell.

(Sir William JONES. 1746—1794.) There study shall with solitude recline ; And friendship pledge me to his fellow- TO A NEW-BORN INFANT. swains;

Persian And toil and temperance sedately twine The slender cord that fluttering life THERE, on the nurse's lap, a new-born sustains :

child, And fearless poverty shall guard the door; We saw thee weep while all around thee And taste unspoild the frugal table smiled ; spread ;

So live, that sinking in thy last long sleep, And industry supply the humble store ; Thou still may’st smile while all around And sleep unbribed his dews refreshing

shed ; White-mantled innocence, etherea, sprite, Shall chase far-off the goblins of the

(John LANGHORNE. 1735-1779) night ; And Independence o'er the day preside,

ELEGY. Propitious power ! my patron and my Oh! yet, ye dear, deluding visions stay! pride.

Fond hopes, of innocence and fancy


For you I'll cast these waking thoughts

away, On Leven's hanks, while free to rove, For one wild dream of life's romantic And tune the ural pipe to love, | envied not the happiest swain That ever trod the Arcadian plain. Ah! no: the sunshine o'er each object

Pure stream, in whose transparent wave My youthful limbs I wont to lave ;

By Hattering hope, the flowers that blew No torrents stain thy limpid source,

so fair ; No rocks impede thy dimpling course, Like the gay gardens of Armida fled, That sweetly warbles o'er its bed,

And vanish'd from the powerful 10 of With white round polish'd pebbles spread ;

thee weep.




So the poor pilgrim, who, in rapturous

(CHATTERTON. 1752—1770.) thought,

ON RESIGNATION Plans his dear journey to Loretto's shrine,

O GOD, whose thunder shakes the sky, Seems on his way by guardian seraphs Whose eye this atom globe surveys, brought,

To thee, my only rock, I fly,
Sees aiding angels favour his designe Thy mercy in thy justice praise.
Ambrosial blossoms, such of old as blew The mystic mazes of thy will,
By those fresh founts on Eden's happy The shadows of celestial light,

Are past the powers of human skill;
And Sharon's roses all his passage strew: But what the Eternal acts is right.
So fancy dreams; but fancy's dreams
are vain.

O teach me in the trying hour,

When anguish swells the dewy tear, Wasted and weary on the mountain's side, To still my sorrows, own thy power, His way unknown, the hapless pilgrim Thy goodness love, thy justice fear.

lies, Or takes some ruthless robber for his If in this bosom aught but thee, guide,

Encroaching sought a boundless sway, And prone beneath his cruel sabre dies. Omniscience could the danger see,

And mercy look the cause away. Life's morning-landscape gilt with orient light,

Then, why, my soul, dost thou complain Where hope, and joy, and fancy hold Why drooping seek the dark recess? their reign ;

Shake off the melancholy chain, The grove's green wave, the blue stream For God created all to bless.

sparkling bright, The blithe hours dancing round Hype But, ah! my breast is human still; rion's wain,

The rising sigh, the falling tear, In radiant colours youth's free hand puur. The sickness of my soul declare.

My languid vitals' feeble rill, trays,

feye ; Then holds the flattering tablet to his But yet, with fortitude resign'd, Nor thinks how soon the vernal grove I'll thank the infliction of the blow, decays,

Forbid the sigh, compose my mind Nor sees the dark cloud gathering o'er Nor let the gush of misery flow. the sky.

The gloomy mantle of the night, Hence fancy conquer'd by the dart of pain, which on my sinking spirit steals, And wandering far from her Platonic Will vanish at the morning light, shade,

Which God, my East, my Sun, reveals. Mourns o'er the ruins of her transient

reign, Nor unrepining sees her visions fade.

(ANONYMOUS. 1750.) Their parent banish’d, hence her children THE LAMENT OF THE BORDEP fly,


WIDOW. Their fairy race that fill'd her festive Joy rears his wreath, and hope inverts her My love he built me a bonnie bower, eys

And clad it all with lily flower ; And folly wonders that her dream was A braver bower you ne'er did see, vain.

Than my true love he built for me.

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