How do I laugh, when, with affected air, (Scarce able, thro' despite, to heep his chair, Whilst on his trembling lip pale anger speaks, And the chaf'd blood flies mounting to his checks) He talks of Conscience, which good men secures From all those evil moments guilt endures, And seems to laugh at those who pay regard To the wild ravings of a frantic bard! "Satire, whilst eavy and ill humour sway "The mind of man,must always make her way; "Nor to a bosom with discretion fraught Is all her malice worth a single thought: "The Wise have not the will, nor Fools the "pow'r "To stop her headstrong course; within the "hour, "Left to herself, she dies; opposing strife Gives her fresh vigour, and prolongs her life. All things her prey, and ev'ry man her aim, "I can no patent for exemption claim; "Nor would I wish to stop that harmless dart "Which plays around, but cannot wound my "heart: "Tho' pointed at myself, be Satire free; "To her 'tis pleasure, and no pain to ine." Dissembling wretch! hence to the Stoic school, And there amongst thy brethren play the fool; There unrebuk'd, these wild, vain doctrines preach: Lives there a man, whom Satire cannot reach? Those actions which he blush'd not to commit: Carries me back to times, when Poets, bless'd With courage, grac'd the science they profess'd; When they, in honour rooted, firmly stood The bad to punish, and reward the good; When to a Hame by Public Virtue wrought, The foes of Freedo they to justice brought, And dar'd expose those slaves, who dar'd support A tyrant plan, and call'd themselves a Coun! Ah! what are Poets now? As slavish those Who deal in verse as those who deal in prose. Is there an Author, search the kingdom ro, In whom true worth and real spirit's found? The slaves of Booksellers, or (doom'd by fave To baser chains) vile pensioners of State? Some, dead to shame, and of those shackks proud Which Honour scorns, for slav'ry roar aloud; Others, half-palsied only, mutes become, And what makes Smollet write makes Johnson dumb. Why turns yon' villain pale? why bends his make way Into my breast, and flatter to betray: But if thy niggard hands their gifts withh To ope the fountain whence Sedition spring To slander Government, and libel Kings; With Freedom's name to serve a present bo Tho' horn and bred to arbitrary pow'r; To talk of William with insidious art, Whilst a vile Stuart's lurking in his heart; And, whilst mean Envy rears her loatheart Flatt'ring the living, to abuse the dead, he Whert Where is Shebbeare? O, let not foul reproach, So gentle, yet so brisk; so wond'rous sweet, Who looks as he the Lord's rich vineyard trod, The pill'ry dare to name; the whole intent Can in full court give that report the lie. [ing by, true, By some rare magic makes them fruitful too; years, The villain lurks beneath the cassock'd Beau; His tongue is deadly-from his presence run, By Cleland tutor'd, and with Blacow ħred. (Blacow, whom, by a brave resentiment led, Flows the rich blood of Guthrie's English Peers. Oxford, if Oxford had not sunk in fathe, Dost thou contrive some blacker deed of Ere this, had damn'd to everlasting shame) shame, [name,Their steps he follows, and their crimes partakes, Something which Nature shudders but to treat, And the life-blood run backward to her seat? themes, Me! me!-kill me! me, who bore him! Spare the babe this bosom fed! Ruffians from my cottage tore him, steel in, Perish'd in the bloody field; On us both the earth be pil'd. Cloud-clad ghosts unnumber'd rise; Pale, wan looks, that speak contrition; Blood-stain'd cheeks and hollow eyes, More in number than the ocean Rolls the pebbles on its shore, See they come! and lo! a motion From a hand all red with gore! "Listen, listen, sons of sorrow, "Few and evil were your days; "To-day the cowslip buds, to-morrow "Low the scythe the cowslip lays. "We, like you, O! heed our warning, "Warriors were, all blythe and gay, "But we fell in life's bright morning, "Ere we knew the joys of day. "Sons of men, all doom'd to trouble, Travelling quickly to the grave, Sheath the sword, for fame's a bubble; "Life to be enjoy'd was given; 66 Peace on Earth, to men good-will." Youth and beauty, lo! advance, Lovelier still, if that can be, $257. On the late Queen of France. IF thy breast soft pity knows, O! drop a tear with me; Feel for the unexampled woes Of widow'd royalty. Fallen, fallen, fallen from a throne! I hear her say, or seem to say, "And when ye hear that I was frail, "O! think what now I bear, Heed not the page of scandal's tale, "But blot it with a tear." § 258. TEASE me no more, nor think I care Tho' monarchs bow at Kitty's shrine; Or powder'd coxcombs woo the fair, Since Kitty is no longer mine. Indifferent 'tis alike to me, Verses, by DR. GLYNN. If my favourite dove be stole, Whether its dainty feathers be Pluck'd by the eagle or the owl. § 256. Written on Occasion of a Ball, in which If not for me its blushing lips the Ladies agreed to dress in Silks, for the The rose-bud opens, what care I sake of encouraging the Spitalfields Manu-Who the od'rous liquid sips, facturers. WEAVE the web of brightest blue, Azure as its native sky Flow'rets add of ev'ry hue, The king of bees, or butterfly? Like me, the Indians of Peru, Rich in mines of golden ore, Dejected, see the merchant's crew Transport it to a foreign shore. Seeks the slave despoil'd, to know, Whether his gold in shape of lace Shine on the coat of birth-day beau, Or wear the stamp of George's face? Rev. T. MAURICE. $259. Hohenlinden; the Scene of a dreadful § 261. The Lotos of Egypt; a Poem. By the Engagement between the French and Imperialists, in which the former conquered., By T. CAMPBELL, Esq. Ox Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow; But Linden shew'd another sight, Then shook the hills by thunder 'riven; at redder yet their fires shall glow Ja Linden's heights of crimson'd snow; and bloodier still the torrent flow Of Iser rolling rapidly. he combat deepens! on, ye brave, Who rush to glory or the grave! Jave, Munich, all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry. is morn;-but scarce von level sun an pierce the war-clouds rolling dun, here fiery Frank and furious Hun Shout in their sulphury canopy. w, few shall part where many meet; he snow shall be their winding-sheet; nd every sod beneath their feet Shall be a soldier's sepulchre. $260. A British War-Song. JUIT the plough, the loom, the mine; Quit the joys the heart entwine! in our brothers on the brine; Arm, ye brave, or slavery! eace, so lov'd, away is fled; Far shall leave his iron bed; o your arms, avengers dread! Strike, oh strike at tyranny. or our homes, our all, our name! list again the tyrant's aim; ritain's wrongs swift vengeance claim; Rush to arms-or slavery! ! the shades of Britons proud! fear them in yon flitting cloud! Freedom, children, or a shroud," Chuse with British slavery. Heroes of the sea-the shore! EMBLEM sublime of that primordial power That brooded o'er the vast chaotic wave, Accept my duteous homage, holy flower, As in thy favorite flood my limbs I lave. From Ethiopia's lofty mountains roll'd, Where Nile's proud stream thro' gladden'd' Egypt pours, [old, In raptured strains thy praise was hymn'd of And still resounds on Ganges' faithful shores! Within thy beauteous coral's full-blown bell Long since the immortals fix'd their fondabode; [dwell, There day's bright source, OSIRIS, loved to While by his side enamour'd Isis glow'd. Hence, not unconscious to his orient beam, At dawn's first blush thy radiant petals spread, Drink deep the effulgence of the solar stream, And, as he mounts, still brighter glories shed. When at the noon-tide height his fervid rays In a bright deluge burst on CAIRO's plains, With what new lustre then thy beauties blaze, Full of the God, and radiant with its fires! Brilliant thyself, in store of dazzling white Thy sister plants more gaudy robes unfold; This flames in purple-that intensely bright, Amid th' illumin'd waters burns in gold. To brave the tropics' fiery beam is thine, Till in the distant west his splendours fade; Then too thy beauty and thy fire decline, With morn to rise in lovelier charms array'd. Thus from Arabia borne, on golden wings, The Phoenix on the sun's bright altar dies; But from his flaming bed, refulgent, springs, And cleaves, with bolder plume, the sapphire skies. What mystic treasures in thy form conceal'd Perpetual transport to the sage supply; Where nature in her deep designs reveal'd, Awes wondering man, and charms th' exploring eye. In thy prolific cup, and fertile seeds, Are traced her grand regenerative powers; Life springing warm from loath'd putrescence breeds, [flowers. And lovelier germs shoot forth and brighter Nor food to the enlighten'd mind alone, Substantial nutriment thy root bestow'd; In famine's vulture fangs did Egypt groan, From thy rich bounteous horn abundance flow'd. Hence the immortal race in Thebes revered, Thy praise the theme of endless rapture made; Thy image on an hundred columns rear'd, Ånd veil'd their altars with thine hallow'd shade. But ! But far beyond the bounds of Afrie borne, snows; Thy flowers the lama's gilded shrine adorn, And Boodh and Bramah on thy stalk repose. Where'er fair Science dawn'd on Asia's shore, With Nature's charms alone thy charms shall fade: With Being's self thy beauteous tribe decl ́at; Oh! living, may thy flow'rs my temples shade, And decorate when dead my envied shrine. Where'er her hallow'd voice Devotion rais'd, § 262. Alonzo the Brave, and the fair lange. We see thee graven on the golden ore, M. G. Lewis, Esq. And on a thousand sparkiing gems emblazed. Child of the sun, why droops thy withering? head, While high in Leo flames thy radiant sire? With Egypt's glory is thy glory fled; [fire? And with her genius quench'd thy native For, direr than her desert's burning wind, Gaul's furious legions sweep yon ravaged vale; A Warrior so bold, and a virgin so bright, Convers'd as they sat on the green; They gaz'd on each other with tender deld, Alonzo the brave was the name of the knight, The maid's was the fair Imogene. "And ah!" said the youth, "since to-morrow "I go, "To fight in a far distant land, flow. "Your tears for my absence soon ceasing Some other will court you, and you w "bestow Death stalks before, grim famine howls behind," Her groves, her fanes, devouring tire con- "On a wealthier suitor your hand." "Shall husband of Imogene be. "So hurtful to love and to me; A sudden splendour all her shores illumes!"For if you be living, or if you be dead, Fatal to Gaultis Britain's rising star, [gains," I swear by the Virgin that none in your st That in the south the bright ascendant! Resplendant! as her Sirius shines from far, And with new fervors fires the Lybian plains. A race as Egypt's ancient warriors brave, "And if e'er for another my heart sh "decide, For her insulted sons indignant glows; Again the fields in rain-bow glories shine. Of that bold race beneath the Pleinds-born, The Theban harpists smote theirvotive lyres. strain, ;) be "Forgetting Alonzo the brave. Arriv'd at fair Imogene's door. Soon made her untrue to her vows. The revelry now was begun ; When the bell of the castle toll'd-oxE Ateither pole the Muses songs resound, [vain. And snows descend and whirlwinds rage in 'Twas then with amazement fair Ing Four thousand summers have thy pride sur-His air was terrific, he utter no sound, A stranger was plac'd by her side; [ vey'd [tombs He spoke not, he mov'd not, he look'd Thy Pharaohs moulder in their marble But earnestly gaz'd on the bride. (arou -Oblivion's wings the pyranids shall shade, But thy fair family unfading blooms! His vizor was clos'd, and gigantic his he His armour was sable to view; [siz Still 'mid these rutin'd towers admired, revered, Wave high thy foliage, and secure expandThe dogs as, they ey'd him drew lack w. All laughter and pleasure were hush'd at These vast but crumbling piles by man were rear'd; Barthbu wett form'd byan-inmortal hand |