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Flutt'ring round its manfion sprung,
RONALD AND DORNA:

And its carols sweetly fuog.
DY A HIGHLANDER, TO HIS MISTRESS.

Winding, from the fair one's eye,
From a literal Tranfation of the Original.

On her feather'd llave to gaze;
COME, let us climb Skorr-urran's snowy top;

Meant, cry'd Pope, to wing the sky, Cold as it seems, it is less cold than you :

Yet, a captive all thy days,

How dost thou this music raise ! Thin through its soow these lambs its heath-twigs crop;

Since a prisoner thou can't îng, Your snow, more hofile, starves and freczes too. Sportive, airy, wapton, here, What though I lov'd of late in Skie's fair ifle ;

Hadst thou liberty of wing,
And blush'd-and bow'd-and shrunk from

How thy melody would cheer!
Kenza's eye;

How transport the lift’oing car!
All the had power to hurt with was her smile; No, reply'd the warbling song.

But, 'tis a frown of your's for which I die. Rais'd-articulate, and clear! Ask why these herds beneath cs rush so fast

Now, to wish me free were wrong; On the brown fea-ware's stranded heaps to feed?

Loftier in my native sphere,
Winter, like you, with holds their wish'd repast,

But with fewer friends than here.
And, robb'd of genial graso, they brouse on weed. Though with grief my fate you see,
Mark with what tuneful haste Sheleila flows, Many a poet's is the same;
To mix its wid'ning fream in Doonan's lake ;

Aw'd, secluded, and unfree,
Yet, should fome dam the current's course oppose,

Humble avarice of fame, It mult, per force, a less lov'd paffage take. Keeps 'em fetter'd, own'd, and tame, Born, like your body, for a spirit's claim,

To our feeders, they and I Trembling, I wait, unsoul'd, till you inspire :

Lend our lives in narrow bound; God has prepar'd the lamp, and bids it fame;

Perch'd within our owner's eye, But you, fair Dorna, have with-held the fire, Gay we hop the gilded round,

Changing neither note nor ground,
High as yon pine; when you begin to speak,

For, should freedom break our chain,
My light'ning heart leaps hopeful at the found;
But fainting at the sense, falls, void and weak,

Though the self-dependent flight
And links and saddens like yon moliy.ground.

Would to heay'n exait our strain,

Yet upheard and out of sight,
All that I taste, or touch, or fee, or hcar,

All our praise were forfeit by't.
Nature's whole breadth reminds me but of you;
Ev'n heav'n itself would your sweet likeness wear,

A SONG.
If, with içs power, you had its mercy too.

GENTLE love, this hour befriend me, ABSTRACT FROM PSALM CXIV.

To my eyes resign thy dart;

Notes of melring music lend me, When from proud Egypt's hard and cruel hand, To diffolve a frozen heart, High-summon'd Israel fought the promis'd land,

Chill as mountain snow her bosom, The opening sea divided at her call,

Though I tender language use, And refluent Jordan rose, a wat'ry wall :

'Tis by cold indiff'rence frozen, Light as met lambs the starting hills leap'd wide,

To my arms, and to my musc.
And the flow mountains roll'd themselves afide.
Why, 0 thou sea! did thy vast depth divide? See! my dying eyes are pleading,
And why, O Jordan! fled thy back’ning tide ?

Where a breaking heart appears:
Why leapt your lines, ye frighted hills, aítray ?

For thy pity interceding, And what, o mountains ! rent your roots away?

With the eloquence of tears, Hark! I will tell-proud earth confess'd her God, While the lamp of life is fading, And mark'd his wond'ruus footsteps as he trod. And beneath thy coldnels dies, While bent to bleís, He cheer'd his thirsty flock, Death my ebbing pulse in vading, And into floods of liquid length dissolv'd the Take my soul into thy eyes. loosening rock.

MY SOUL'S LAST SIGHS, THE SINGING BIRD.

TO THE DIVINE LOTHARIA. Pope, in absence of his pain,

Les plaintive thoughts in mournful numbers Bor Easy, negligent, and gay,

Profe is too dull for love, too calm for woe. With the fair in am'rous vein,

Has the not bid thee quit thy faithful frame; Lively as the smiling day,

Sell her and truth for equipage and name? Talk'd, and toy'd the hours away,

Nay, she has bid thee go-Whence this delay! Tuneful, o'er Belinda's chair,

Whence this fond, fruitless, ling'ring wish to play! Finely cag'd, a linnet hung;

Lotharia bids thee go-the, who alone Brcath'd its little soul in air,

Makss all life's future bleflings, meanshee Beef

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Begone then---let thy struggling heart obey, He who stoops fase beneath a patron's fhade,
And in long distance sigh fad life away.

Shines, like the moon, but by a borrow'd aid :
Still, ftill, vain flatt'ring hope misleads desire, Truth should, unbiass'd, free and open steer,

Fed by faine glimm'ring shoots of glow-worm fire. Strong as heav'n's heat, and as its brightness clear, 2. What though the sweetly writes to ease thy griet, Heedless of fortune, then, lopk down on state,

Or points kind comfort by the folded leaf : Balanc'd within by merit's conscious weight : "Such pity must thy grateful rev'rence move, Divinely proud of independent will, mBut judge it right-nor think compassion love. Prince of your wishes live a lov'reign, fill : What though each word the marks, like spring's Oh! (well not, then, the bosoms of the vain, soft show'rs,

(flow'rs, with falle conceit you their protection gain, Flows sweet as new-blown breath of op'ning Poets, like you, their own protectors stand, Such borrow'd sounds she need not have apply'd, Flac'd above aid from pride's inferior hand. Her own, more tuncful, thou too oft has try'd.

Time, that devours a lord's unlasting name, To fpeak in music ever was her claim,

Shall lend her soundness depth to float your fame : And all grows harmony that bears that name. On verse like yours no smiles from pow'r exped, Had'lt thou e'er couch'd her heart with one Born with a worth that doom'd you to neglea. soft pain,

Yet, would your wit be prais'd--reflect no more, And bless'd in loving been belov'd again,

Let the smooth veil of Hatı'ry silk you o'er, All her cold reasoning doubts had ceas'd to move, Aptly attach'd, the court's lost climate try; And her whole gen'rous breast conceiv'd but love. Learn your pen's duty from your patron's eye. She who believes not, loves not--- Feel thy face : Ductile of soul each pliant purpose wind, Friendship from her pains more than other's hate. And, following int'reft close, leave doube behind : All the kind passions, wanting one, she'll own; Then shall your name frike loud the public ear, But, that one wanting, all the rest are none. For through good fortune virtue's self thines clear. Would love and the disperse the threae’ning form,

But, in defiance of our talte---to charm, 1. Let her believe, and trust, and break through form:

And fancy's force with judgment's caution arm, "Let her command thy stay to know success,

Disturb with busy thought so lull'd an aye, Nor fear the god-like attribute to bless :

And plant ftrong meanings o'er the peaceful pige. Born to diftinguish her from womankind,

Impregnate sound with fent, teach nature ariy To court her converse and to take her mind;

And warın ev’n winter, 'till it thaws heart : Fram'd for her empire, with her image fillid,

How could you thus your country's rules tranf. Charm'd by her form, and in her ten per kill'd;

gress,
Piercing her tim'rous heart's most secret thought, Yet think of patrons, and presume success!
And knowing, and adoring each dear fault,
How art thou pain d---to find her foft'ning will

A SONG.
Held againit love by ev'ry guard of skill!
How art thou doom'd to lengths of op’ning woe,

VAINLY now ye strive to charm me,
Should she feel love .--yet fear to tell thee so?

All ye (weets of blooming May; If she distrufts thy truth---all hope must fall,

How can empty funshine warm me, Doubting her pow'r, fue difoelieves thee all.

While Lotharia keeps away? And none who doubts her lover dares to love. Go, ye warbling birds ; go, leave me, Go, then---to climes cold as her heart remove;

Shade, ye clouds, the smiling sky: A distant fate thy gloomy choice prefers,

Sweeter notes her voice can give me,
Present thou can's not live and not live hers.

Softer sundhine fills her eye.
Farewell, kind, cautious, unresolving fair !
To hear the bless'd will charm amidli delpair.

VERSES,
'Tis death to go---'tis more than death to Itay,
Reft will be foonest reach'd the firat dark way.

Writ for and sent to a Widow Gentlewoman, en occasion Ne'er may'i thuu know a pain; ftill cheerful be,

of ber Son's melancholy, upon tbeir loffes and disapa Nor check life's comforts, with one thought of mc.

pointments in life.

Welcome, ah! welcome, life's last friend, decay: TO MR. JAMES THOMSON,

Faint on tir'd soul, and lapsc, unmourn'd, away ;

Now I look back, asham'd at hope's false blaze, Or bis asking my advice to what Patron be fsauld ad

That shone, delightful, on my happier days; drefs bis Pocm, called Winter.

In their true colours now, too late, I see
Some peers have noble kill to judge, 'tis true, What youth, and pride, and mirth, and praise,
Yet, no more prospect bounds the muse's view :

must be!
Firm, in your native ftrength, thus greatly hown, Bring, then, great curer, death, thy dark relie!,
Slight such delusive props, and stand alone : And save me from vain sense of hopeless grief.
Fruitless dependance ost has prov'd coo late, Shut me for ever from the suffering scene,
That greatness dwelis not always with the great. And leave long voids for silent reft between;
Patrons are nature's nobles, not obe ftate's, Thy hand can snatch me from a weeping lon,
And wit's a title no broad seal creates : (flow, | Heir to my woes, and born to be undone !
F’en kings, from whose high source all honours Place me where I no more his wrongs shall hear,
Are poor iu pow's when they would souls bestow. Nor his teld forrows reach my fhclter'd car,

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Thus while I mourn'd, retir'd from hated light, Banish vain forecast for thy needful gain, Sleep came, and hid affliction in the night; Nor let meat, drink, and clothing, give thee pain, The night, instructive to my bold complaint, Observe the fowls-they neither reap, nor low, ln a long dream did that sad march repaint, Yet find their wants supply'd, where'er they gan That pomp of tears which did for Sheffield flow, Look on the lilies of the ripening field : Who lately blacken'd half our streets with woe. No toil of theirs does those sweet colours yield; There, cry'd a pointing seraph, look ! compare! Yet was not Solomon, when dref to please, And bluth, forgetful of your light despair ! So gloriously adorn'd as one of these. What has this mother loft, as far distress'd If, therefore, God so feeds the feather'd train, Beyond her sex, as late beyond 'em blest.

So clothes the grass, which withers on the plai Son of her soul! her child, by mind and birth, How much more careful will he be of you, Bright by her fires, and guardian of her worth; O, faithless man! who yet distrults him too! Promise of virtues to the rising age. Yet, ah! how blasted is the lov'd presage!

TO THE LOVELY MRS. HE, Think of her loss, her weight of woe bemoan, And, humbly conscious, agh not for your own.

On ber Descent from the firf Saxor Kings of our land

H. -E, [weet name! whose princely meaning ST. MATTHEW, CHAP. VI.

shows,

From what high spring your blood's rich curren Part of the Sermon on the Mount.

With needless awe, reminds us of your race,

Since heav'n has stampt dominion on your face. LET shining charity adorn your zeal,

Sull in your sov'reign form, diftindly live The noblest impulse gen'rous minds can feel :

All royal rights your father kings could give Bat have a care you take this virtue right, And shun the glare of the proud hypocrite.

In your commanding air, we mark their itate,

And, in your words, their wisdom and the Mistaken men who, fond of public fame,

weight. Disgrace the act, while they affect the name!

Warm in your noble breast, their courage liet, On earth, vain-glorious zeal may meet regard,

And all their pow'er and mercy in your eych, But heav'n nor owns it, nor vouchsafes reward. Thou, on the contrary, whose pitying breast

THE GARDEN WINDOW. Wou'd, as it ought, give ease to the distrest; Ecarce tell thy right hand, what thy left will do, HERE, Amanda, gently bending, But be at once resolv'd and filent too.

Sweetly pensive, loves to lean Secret, as night, thy pious alms convey;

O'er the groves, her light extending For God, who sees by night, rewards by day. Through the walks that shoot between

So, when thy soul approaches God in pray'r, Plac'd, says she, within this window Be not deceiv'd, as those false zealocs are,

Screen'd, I diftant charms survey, Who daily into crowded temples press,

Taught by poor deceiv'd Olindo, And there, with feign'd devotion, heav'n address; Nothing's safe that looks too gay. But, when chou pray't, all public notice fun,

Here, I view, in soften'd shadings, And, private, to thy inmoft closet run :

Am'rous flow'r to flow'r incline, There, close and earnest, to thy duty fall,

Tog remote to mourn their fadings,
And God will show thee that he hears thy call.

When with hanging heads they pine.
Swell not thy forms of pray'r with wild defires,
Excess of fuel chokes the brightest fires;

Here I smell the fragrant breezes,
The erring heathen so mistake their way,

Safe from ev'ning's chilly blaft ; And think they best are heard who molt can say.

Here the noonday sunshine pleases, But thun thou this, and know God's piercing eye

Fearless when 'twill overcast. Sees all thy wants before thy words come nigh. Hence I hear the tempest rising, From rising malice guard thy yielding will,

See the grovy greatness shake, Nor proudly dare to take revenge for ill :

Ev'ry distant ill despising, Thou must forgive, that God may pardon thee; While I every good partake. For none who pities not fall pitied be.

So commanding life's gay garden, Milled by av'rice, seck not wealth to gain,

Let me thornless wear the rose; By hoarding treasures which are got in vain :

Choice like mine let fashion pardon,
Deceitful riches, which the moth destroys,

Tafting charms but shunning woes,
Which ruft consumes, or the bold thief enjoys !
In heav'n's high storehouse, let your heaps be laid,

AT SETTING DAY.--A SONG,
A wealth which no destroyer can invade;
No moth there enters, rust corrupts not there,

Since founding drums, and rising war, Nor plund'ring thief alarms the owner's care :

Invite my love to danger,

I'll ask of every smiling star

heart will . Secure of heav'n's regard, live free from care, While o'er the field, unfearing wounden Nor toil, life's common comforts to prepare : You press the foc retreating,

Safe, therefore, in that place, you care a furie dlay : To shield my roving ranger.

P'll trace the dear remember'd bounds
Of our more gentle meeting.

APOLOGY FOR DEATH.
I'll pass whole days in yon sweet grove,

Whence this reluidance, when we cease to run Where first thy tongue deceiv'd me,

Life's flow sad race, and leaves its toy unwon? When, lift’ning dumb, 1 blush'd my love,

Death's but our ride of ebb, to that dark sea, And no fear'd absence griev'd me.

Time's shoreless swallower, void eternity! On ev'ry bank chy side hath prest,

'Tis reit from labour-'tis escape from care ; l'Il llcep, and dream I'm near thee;

'Tis fhuon'd oppression, and reliev'd despair. And each sweet bird, that strains its breast,

'Tis but to rediffolve to formless flow, Shall wake my hopes to hear thee.

And join the mingled mass, that feels no woe. To all our haunts I will repair,

Fluid to fade, as all things round us do,

Or from old being launch, to find out new. And cold on yon bleak mountain,

Emerging, or emerg'd, lise rolls away, Trace all thy once trod footsteps there,

Foams into note, or flattens to decay. And weep o'er each sad fountain.

Round, with uncealing wheel, distinction glides, There will I teach the trees to wear

And through time's maze, in short succession sides : Thy name, in soft impression,

Flanies its hot hour, like humbler household fires, And borrow fighs from ev'ning air,

Shines but to leave us, and in usc expires. Toswell my soul's confeMon.

'Tis the fash'd Spark of thought, chat bursts ce

light, EPILOGUE,

Strains soon, and big, and rushes into night : For a Lady who afted Eudicia, in the Siege of Damof-| Breathes itself weary, and is heard no more.

So the proud storm, chat frights us with its roar, cus, represenied at the Duke of Bedford's at Woaburn.

See that soft flow'r, whose sighs perfume the gales I've heard of maids, who first resolve to fast, Blooms into duft, and its snuff 'd life exhales! And then weigh arguments, when fats are part; All nature heaves, and secs, like human breath, Young, though my reason is not fo, ie firay'd; And life's loose links but stretch the chain of death, By: firkt found pleadings for the part ! play'd. Why then does erring fancy frighe the mind? Play'd, said 1,- Second thought that word re Why call that cruel, nature meant for kind? tracks;

Who knows but fates we tremblc at may bless, Fancies and foliies play, but paslion ads :

And length of happiest life be found distress? Pullion! the spring that all life's wheels employs, Murder ! that blast of thought, that bane of law, Winds up the working thought-and heightens The good man's horror, and ev'n villain's awe! joys.

(blame; Murder ! that nature dreads, and conscience flics, Pallion! the great nan's guide, the poor man's Perhaps buc fpurs us to some waiting prize! The soldier's laurel, and the ligher's Name.

Elle, why should creature still with creature jar? Pallion! that leads the grave, impels the gay, And clash'd existence wage eternal war? Bids the wile tremble, and the fool betray. Beait bleeds by beat; files on fishes prey; Ev'n at this hour, what's here our pallime made, And birds act murder with more waste than they; gives the court business, and the kingdom trade; Ev'n the sweet thrush, that bribes us with her song, When factions quarrel, or when fatesmen fall, To guard her dread of death from beaks more Each does bucad his part ac pasion's call.

ftrong, Like our's, to night, Lord Pation sets their task ; Sav'd from the kite, strait bloodier grows than her Their fears, hopes, flate'rics, all are pafion's | And snaps the fiv'ring insed from the tree. maique.

Life faris but up, to answer death's due call, The world's wide stage, for this one pradice, fill’d, And one mytierious darkness wraps us all! Sees fone act nobly, others play unskill’J. I'rifiers and smarts, who toy time's dream away,

PASSING A LADY,
Sots, beaux, and hounds of party, these but play.

IN THE PARK, WITHOUT SEEING HER.
Sons of their country's hope, sublimely rack'd
For other's rell. These do not play, but act.

So lide our comforts by, unmark'd, unknown, Who play the poorest parts !--the bought, the

While our ill-fate comes felt, and all our own! vain,

Too cruel world! where things we wou'd refuse, The light believer, and the perjur'd swain ;

We start upon--and, what we wish we lose ! The dull dry joker, the coarfc ill-bred bear,

And yet Lotharia would be hid in vain, The friends of folly, and the soes of care. (just,

She cannot be conceal'd whom thoughts retain

Air, and Lotharia, every where are found;
Who ad their parts with praise—the Sirm, the
Who sell no sentiments, and break no trust;

Held by our breath and to our being bound ! The learn'd, the soft, the social, and the kind,

Darkness itself wants pow'r to cover friends, The faithful lover, and the plain good mind.

Whom the foul dwells with, and the sense attendse Such the best actors-forni'd for honour's stage! TO THE LADY THAT LAUGHS, Who play no farces, and disgrace no age. Pue copying nature, with true tarte, like ours,

AT DYING IN METAPHOR. care, and are pleas'd, and wing the guillos And why, fair trifer, does that meaning eye hours,

smile in contempt, when lovers (wcar they dice!

'Twixt death and love, but one small diff'rence , Plunges, with bold neglect, amidst the keys, lies,

And sweeps the founding range with magic calea The soul, in both, from its left body flies :

Now, two contending senses-mear and cyc, In death 'tis gone, like smoke dissolv'd in air. In pride of feasted calte, for transport vie; Loft in expanse, the loser knows not where : But what avails ewu destin'd flaves debate, In love we trace it with such willing pain, When both are sure to fall, and share one fate? "Twere to die twice to take it back again. Whether the god within, evolving round,

Strikes in her notes, and flows diffolv'd in found; MODESTY.

Or Gilent in her eyes, enthron'd in light, As lamps burn filent, with unconscious light,

Blazes, confefs'd to view, and wounds our fighe So modest ease, in beauty, shines most bright:

This way, or that, alike his pow'r we try, Unaiming charms, with edge refiftless fall,

To see, but kills ós---and to hear, we die. And she who means no mischief does it all.

Oh! far-felt influence of the speaking ftring,

Prompt at thy call the mounting foul takes wing TO A LADY,

Waves in the gale, fore-runs th' harmmisas

breeze, Who sent back the top of a Sweet briar Branch, and re And links and rises to the changeful keys. tained the worf end of it.

But, hark ! what length'ning softness, thrilice WHILE the way of the world is, to keep all the

new, beft,

Steals, 'twixt the solemn (welis, and threads 'n And then in due form oblige friends with the rest, through : You, Madam, who would lend ev’n trifles a grace: Sweet Itrings, forbear !---ye hurt her fweeter kai

'Tis her transporting voice ! ---The lings---be fit, Teach your meanings to borrow a smile from your Yet, no---Sound on---the trong and sweet Boski

face; And polite to your pain, when a present you send,

join ; Give the thorn to yourself, and the rose to your 'Tis plain! my captive senses feel it true;

With double pow'r, mix'd opposites combine. friend.

Ah, what dire mischief may not union do! TO THE LADY,

Cou'd she not save delight from half this frain?

Heard and beheld at once !---'cis hopeless pain. W bo fends me ull ber good Wifees.

Fly and escape...let one press'd sense retire;

The rais'd har fhades it from the darted fire. SUPPOSE that the sun had a tongue, and shou'd

Alas, vain screen ---сhe soul's unclouded ray say,

Sees from within by a new blaze of day: May your journey be bless'd with a very fine day: Then, withdrawing his face, flip alde with his And radiane deities descending round!

Sees the fpread roof, with op'ning glories crowa't

, light, And surround me, at once, with the coldnets of Throngd in bright lines, or wing’d in ambient ai,

Spirits, in fairy forms, enclose the fair. What would Florímel say to this trick of the sun?

Some, on the keys, in am'rous ambulh lie, I would say, cry'd the charmer, 'twas cruelly done. Would you so, answer'd Il—have a care what you some hov'ring wide, expiring fakes

prolong,

And kiss the tune tipt fingers dancing by. own,

(none.

And pour 'em back to swell the rising song. Who have wilh'd me all blessings, yet granted me

Gods, in abridgment, crowd their needless aid,

And pow'rs, and virtues, guard th. unconscow Writ zpen e Pane of Glass in Weftminfter House, under

maid. the names of bis four Children.

Pity, with tears of joy, Rands weeping near; All happy, then while o'er their smiling air, Kneeling devotion hangs her lift’ning ear; A living mother breath'd her guardian care ; Candour and truth firm fix'd on cither hand, But, joyless, since their sweet supporter dy'd, Propping her chair, two sure supporters ftand! They wander now through life with half a guide. Round her, while wrong'd belief imbibes Bra

ftrength, Augup 25. 1731.

And hugs th' instructive notes, and aids the

Love, and his train of Cupids craftier cares, BELLARIA AT HER SPINET.

Scatter, with plumy fans, the dreaded airs. SWEETLY confus'd, with scarce confenting will, Pride, from a diftant corner, glooms a leer, Thoughtless of charms, and diffident of skill; And longs, yet hopes not, to be call'd more fear : Sec! with what blushful bend, the doubting fair But charity fits close---a well known guest, Props the rais'd lid—then sits with sparkling air, Bold, and domestic---and demands her breaft. Tries the touch'd notes-and, halt’ning light High o'er her checks, to fhade their tempting glow, along,

(wrong. Shame and soft modesty their mantles throw. Calls out a hort complaint, that speaks their | While, from her brow, majestic wisdom feen, Now back’ning, awful, nerv'd, erect, serene, Tempers her glory, and inspires her mein. Allerted music swells her heighten'd mein.

Such, and perhaps more sweet, those founds hal Fearless, with face oblique, her formful hand

rise, Flies o'er the ivory plain, with stretch'd command; which wako rewarded saints, when pature dies:

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