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tadr:fed 10 DR, WARTOX, Then should the role of Sharon's field, MASTER OF WINCHESTER-SCHOOL, Then should the finest lily, yield On bis youngejt Daugbrer's Marriage. . To her superior grace.

THOU, our Father and our Friend, O

Yet, while esteem the borom fires, Awhile from weightier cares descend, The Strains which candid Truth inspires, Accept this humble lay ;

Who can refuse to raise? Whether within thy green retreat,

Who can refuse to pour the verse, Or claffic Venta's hallow'd ssat,

Which strives her beauties to rehearse, You muse the hours away.

And celebrate thy praise To pour to thee the festive song,

Hail, then, to whom increasing years, Where Itchin glides his meads ainong, Her laureat head while Virtue rears, Thy Wickham's fons agree;

Increasing joys fhall bring ;
With joy their grateful hearts o'erflow, Hail, with transcendent blessings crown'd,
With new delight their bosoms glow, To whom a blooming race around,
Delight which springs from thee.

Like olive-plants, fhall spring.
What, though inspir'd above the rest, Eager the envy'd kils to share,
To thee helong the magic crest

Around thy knees, with infant care,
Of Fancy, fairy maid;

The sportive troop appear, Though Science grant a judgement chaste, Long may they feel thy fottring pow'rl With Attic elegance of taste,

May they, in dread AMiction's hour, In Truth's bright gurb array d.

Support thy fainting years! The poet's fire, the critic's art,

And, when you tread life's downward way,Ennoble not the human heart :

May cherub Peace her wings display, But, when thy mind we scan,

May Faith her influence thed; Humanity unites to raise

May Friendship's hand thy forrows calm, To greater honours greater praise,

And (weet Affection pour the balm
The father and the man.

Of comfort on thine head !
With heav'nly influence warm, thy breast, And, oh! when Life's ætherial flame
Its Maker's image full confeft,

Shall warm no more thy mortal frame,
With pure affection glows;

May Wykham's sons attend, Glows, as amidit the envious thorn,

Hang o'er thy much-lamented bier, Cheer'd by the balmy breath of morn, And drop on thee the heartfelt tear The dew- besprinkled rose.

Their Father and their Friend!
By every charm which tends to raise

Wint. Coll.
The Poet's, Critic's, Father's praise,
If such can aught avail,

To the Rev. Mr. KEATES, Head Mafter of By chaste-ey'd Virtue's magic name,

the Grammar-Scbool, TIVERTON, Divox, By pious Wickham's sacred Aame,

on a Prospect of visiting tbat Torun His offspring bids thee bail.

Tall, happy scenes ! the heaven of early And see, to glad thine aged eyes,

days, Young Joy, with dimpled smiles, arise, Where sportive innocence the hours beAnd hither gaily move;


praise While Modesty, by Meekness led,

Hail, sacred dome, where first the voice of Approaching decks the bridal bed,

My Muse inspir'd to chant her warblings And weaves the crown of Love.

wild: Fair Truth, in snow-white garb array'd,

But chiefly thou, preceptor! patron! friend! And Chastity, distrustful maid,

Guide of my tender years! whosc fostering With down-cast looks appear ;

(bend: Fortune's glad train the suene adorn,

Firft taught my knee at Wisdom's thrine to And Plenty, with her copious horn,

For, oft has Wisdom heard the infeat's Leads on the vary'year.


Hail thou ! the second parent of my soul! Oh! for the warhlings of the Oat',

Accept of gratitude the melting tear. Which Tweetly once were wont to float ()'erbleft Sicilia's plains;

Though from my heart Time many a treasure

stole, When the blit!ie Shepherd 'gon to sing


Fond Memory guarded thec with love The joys of Lacedæmon's king,

Transporting scenes! wlichere I view again, Avd soothe the lift'ning (wains !

Dart fundine throngh my soul that pants for Or, would some Muse tirat fire impart,

rest in vain.

N. Y, Which warm'o the sapient monarch's hearty When, midit the spicy grove,

Written on the Coaf of SUFFOLK,
The carols of the feather's choir

August 27, 1793.
Infiam'd the sage to tune his lyre
And celebrate bislove;

cliff oerhangs Then should the bride ohrain her teed, The humble coi-or on the winding beach, Like the tall eypress, or the steeds

Where the blue waves roll gently on my feet, Victorious in the race ;

Or lash the founding thorea- let me ftray,

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In sweet and pensive contemplation loft ! Each cye, Eliza !-Ah! thou lietie know'it,

There let me view the ocean's vast expanse, How many fobs this moment rend the air While thriving Commerce spreads her swel How many fighs, by various paffions loft, ling fails,

Rise from the gloomy gulph of black de, And thips are wasted, by propitious winds, (pair; “On the smooth surface of the summer's sea." And, soft! what ghastly shade attracts my Now all is placid and jerene; no breeze fight!

[aftright! Now curls the whitening wave: how juft an Skims e'er the place with looks of wild emblem

(invade, Whsac wailing phantom Thrieks with fix'd Of the tranquil mind, which no rude forms despair, No tempe Is shake, no passions turbulent Glares wildly round, and frantictears her hair! Aflail!--Lo, now the leav'ns are over-cast, Oh! my full heart ; 'tis Gallia’s hopeless And whistling winds portend th’approaching Queen! storm.

Distraction, grief, and horror, in her mien ! Awful vicissitude! The fullen deep

Shrinking impatient from commiffion's Naves, Affumes a form tremendous, loud threat'ning She spurns their wily plea, and loudly raves. Instant desolation. The billows rage,

“ Traitors, avaunt loye can no more de And in mad tumult toss themselves on high ;

ceive, Whilft all is wild affright, and horror hangs, " No more betray, or wretched I believe! Aghaft, upon the broken wave. But foon

" Will ye my murder'd lord, my child, reThe dreadful pause is o'er :--the rolling itods,

ftore? Impetuous, dashing with terrific roar,

" Then may I perish ere I trust ye more : Descend, hoarse-thund'ring on the beach.

“ The rack, fufpence, no more with bope can In this stupendous scene, behold the hand

twine, Omnipotent of Him, who rides sublime

“ For, certainty and fix'd despair are mine Opon the foaming surge! He rules the storm, “ Peace from thistortur’dborom'severflown Curbs the wild winds, and bids the waves be

“ Hail, meagre mis’ry, I am all chine own!! Submirtive, at his call, the boift'rous waves Pierc'd with her woes, a Queen, a mother,

See on the earth, the last retreat of all, "At once subside ; the howling winds are

fall, hush's,

(waters, And all is till as death-save where the No broider'd tap' try o'er the floor is spread, Controul’d, subdu'd, o'eraw'd, by power die No purple canopy enfolds her head,

Those amber tresses twin'd with somuch care vine, With deep and hollow murmurs, now retire

Neglected now, and filver'd by despair,
To their appointed bounds.

Those eyes which open'd only to be bless'd,
That forin which only to be seen--caress'd.

Ab! what avails her splendid house's pride,

To whom affianc'd-or to whom allied !" Written on reading the melancholy Separation of Berest of every tie the heart holds dear, the DAUPHIN from the QUEEN of France. No friend that dúrst disclose one pitying tear. THE Sun receding with his scorching Hurl'd from her throne, from all the soul pre beams


fers, Tinges the Western skies with freaks of Did ever Misery spread fo wide as hers! The binds now whistle homeward with their Her matchless woes each error will alone! teams,

Frold. He, he, that's faultlefs, caft the wondrous And shepherds penn with care the distant

Itone. Lo! from the verge of yon retiring cloud,

See the poor mourner wildly stare around, Bright Cynthia pours her filverlight along, Talk

to the walls, and madly strike the See, to yon grovethe feather'd songsters croud, Ye ninty hearts, hear her; her anguish tell,

ground ! And, for awhile, forget their tuneful fong.

“ Here is my Court!-here I and Misery Now Mies the timid bat across the glade,

dwell: The beetle Nowly winds his drowsy horn, “ Supreme in woe as glory heretofore, The night-bird hoots from yonder diftant plat, “ This is my throne I let Kings bow dowta The cricket chirps beneath the scatterd before.corn.

See, wildly wandring in the viewless air, Now glows the pure expanse a beanteous veil, The glaring eye with soul-distresfing stare, Glitt'ring, with gems, to crown departing The quiv’ring lip, short breath, and iĚretch'd. day,

(the dale, The Southern breeze jutt whispers through Starting convulsive at each dread alarm, And Philomel bewails her mournful lay.

View in terrific forms before her eyes

A headless groop of shrieking ghosts arise! Hail bøur serene ! thy calmness suits my mind, And see the last fad scene re-acted o'er ;

Antunes my foulerewhile too deep impreft, See the grim gaoler ope the ponderous door, Nature's still voice, by Providence design'd See him with sturdy ftride unmov'd advance, To footh cach sorrow, lull each eye to rest. And of his Mother urge the Heir of France.

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View the poor frighted viêlim round hier fling Latona's son and Jove's. He, 'gainst the king His little arms, and to her bolom cling. Incensed, sent amid the numerous butt

And dort thou tinink I'll ever freely give A wasting plague, that fill'd the moarafat * My child!-my all Do never whilit I camp live ;

(part, With dying multitudes; for that his priett, * These arms Thall shield him, we will never The aged Chryses, had dishonour bund “ Thus will I clasp him to my buriimg heart. Froni Agamemnon, when to th' Argive ships « Away! away ! ye need no more explain, A venerable suppliant he came « Touch him not, monsters, lest ye fire my His captive daughter to releem, and brought brain!

(mand is given, Treasures immense, price of the ranfon deara Hark !he dread word! the dire com ,

Twin'd round a golden wand he bore a wrestli iga Oh! spare him !--[pare him !-mercy, of sacred laurel, enfign of the Good: mercy, heaven

Then his submislive prayer to all the Greeks, “ Halt thou no bowels?—not one pretty Butt chief the two Atreidæ, thus address’d.

“ Ye fons of Atreû , and ye other chiefs, child,

“ Princes and rulers of this mighty hoft, & Dear as thy life that in thy face has fmild? « And doft ihou grudge me,-me that gave

“ May the great gods, that dwell in higliert him birth, [earth,

[Troy, a The veriett wretch that ever crawlid on

“Grant to your propering arms the fronts of “ Of all but this this little good beguild!

“ And send you victors to your native thore! u And canft thou part us! -Oh my child,

u But, oh! in pily to a father's tears,

“Restore my daughter, and these gifts accept: my child ! « See, sec, they seize him!--bear him from

“ Nor flight the fervan: of the son of Jore." « Barbarians, Stop !-0 Gods !--one last He said; and all the Greeks, with gtural adieu !

restore! Approving, had confented to revere (voice " He shrieks!-he struggles ! --O! restore !

The holy priest, and take tho protřer'd gifts, i And by the Gods I'll never curse ye more.

Save only Agamemnon; he, displeas'il, u Leave-leave my little bird within his cage Sternly, with added threats, the fire dismiis' d. “ To footh his mother's premature old age !

“Prestumptuous, vain, old man, nu more

” he seen “ Let me but see him, while I yet have breath,

[nox, And I will bless you, though convuls'd with

“ Thy footsteps near our fleet, nor tarrying death.

“ Nor here again returning, left our wrath « Oh I am sick!--[ick!-fick!-and worn

“O'ertake thee, spite of him tbou (erv'it, with grief ;

" and those

(crown, « These trembling arms deny the wifli'd re

“ His enligns, thy weak ftaff apū Jansel “Oh earth!-earth !--earth!-l come! I

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“ Till late old age have wither'd all her bloom « And thus !and thus, I dig my infant's

“ In Argos, far from this her native clime,

“Employ'd amongst my handmaids, day by “ But, loft!-'tis he !--my child escap'd the snare;

[skims in air!

“ To twirl the distaff, and attend my hed. "Oh! all ye powers! he mexints !-he

«Go, then! ere evil intercept thay Alighi." « Off! off!-l'il meet him ;-hark!-my

So spake the kiug. The aged fire obeyid, cherub calls ! [ruithless walls? « He fmites !--he points!--down, down, ye Along the beach of the hoarse-murmuring (ea,

And, filent, took his solitary way “ These hands fhall du a deed to strike yė Till from the ships he 'scapd; then, onober duab!

servd, "" Shade of myangel Boy,-icome! - Icome!”

In fervent sorrow thus invokes the aid August 6tb, 1793


of great Apollo, fair Latona's fan.

“O hear my voice, god of the filver how, HOMER'S ILIAD. Book I.

“ That rul'ft in Chryba, and, with power be Translated almond literally. (See p. 880.) ING, heavenly Muse, the wrath of Peleus' " O'er lovely Cilla and Tenedos prefideít, fon,

“Smintheus --If ever on thy holy altar That on th’Achaian host destruction brought, “ I have pour'd the blood of bulls, or burot With ravage dire, and sent to Pluto's realms

" with fire Full many a pillant warrior's gloomy gholt, « The fat of lambs, 2 grateful sacrifice, In prime of manhood Pain, while, uubewail’d, “O bear thy servant's voice, and grant my On the bare earth their bodies lay exposd,


{heit.** To dogs and ray’nous vultures left a prey; « Revenge the wrongs I hear on yon prod So will'd almighty Jovewhat time the So fpake he praying, and Apollo beard. chiels

Straight, with quick vengeance fur'd, be quity or Græcia's hoft, Atrides, king of men, And great Achilles in full discord rag'i. of high Olympus. O'er his thonlders lungo But fay, ye gods, who first with wrath in- Graceful, his ample quiver, for'd amain fpira

With darts unerring, and his filver bow. Theirmighty fouls, and urg'dthem to contend? Stern as he mor'd, the fatal Mhafts relound


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With clangor terrible ; he mov'd, unseen, -No-I'll forget that peerless face,
Like gloomy night, when o'er the face of Suffus'd with heaven's own angei grace ;

Forget each vision of delight,
She draws her sable mantle. On a hill, That way'd its wing o'er my charm'd fight,
That from the ships secret arole, he takes And, from my bleeding memory,
His folitary feat : thence aims a Thaft : Blot out for e'er each thought of thee.
The silver bow with dreadful clangor rings. O Beauty! sure thy powers but fmile,

The dogs, and mules laborious, firsthe New: The fond admirer to beguile !
But soon on men the deathful arrows light, Thine eyes are sweet ; but in thy heart
Unceasing: daily b'aže the funeral flames. Lurk treachery, deceit, and art :

We view thee, flatterer, and approve;

(Yet, ah! how vain the dreams of love!) UPON A LADY'S PICTURE.

Thou speedest sudden from our fight, Certior in Vatis Carmine vultus erit :

Like the false transports of the night, Calibus bic rullis, nullis delebilis annis, And leav'ft us sad and comfortless, Vivet Apellæum morietur opus.


To deep lament, and dreariest wretchedness, IN this bright scene with matchiless skill

We view the bold effects of light and shade;

Such living lines the mimic race compose,
Wien with Maria's charms the canvas glows.

Nor thews só fair the hillock green; Decrepid age shall Murray's art approve,

Her voice is like the water fall,
And gazing here re-kindle into love;
Then to the ripening youth rejoic'd Mall.cry. See how her taper waist to meet,

And rich and comely is her mien.
This form your great fore-fathers taught to


Al bright her jetry ringlets flow;
The ripening youth shall catch the glorious Nur scuds the flying elk to fleet
At once acquit, aud emulate his fire.

Nor bounds so light the mountain roe!
But yet the heauties of her mind defy The pearly oifter, from beneath
His hand, who gave the lightnings to her eye; The dashing wave, Pll steal for thee ;
The bashful Artist this great talk declines, I'll deck my fair-one with a wreath,
And to the Heav'n-born Mufa the work re · Pluck'd from the spreading plantain-tree.

O gracious Nymplı! ipon her labours smile, Sweet is the breath of opeving flow'rs,

Sweetly the birds dispoit in,air ;
Revere her power, and animate her toil.
When Tinic'srude hand this canvas shall

But sweeter far are ev'ning bow'rs

When imö'nda meets me there. invade,

[lours fade, When Raphaci's and when Titian's coThe Mufe Thall fiy to her frail filters aid.

EPITAPH ox Dr. LOWTH, Your virtue Mall transın't to later date,

BISHOP OF LONDON. And with you triumph over age and fite.

F The works of her divine Afelles viewd:


[roids When heav'nly forms by mimic art expreft, The schoolman's labour, and the Christian's Religious dread inspir'd in every breaft: If brightest parts, devoted but to good, Yet ages long bave roll’d, since first me A soul which every selfinh view withstood; mourn'd

If heav'nly Charity's moft winning charms, Her mculd'ring Deities to dust return'd: And boundless Love, with ever outstretch'd The Muse alone this fatal loss (t:pplies, If all the tender and domestic train [arms ; Still on her Pocr's heaven fond Greece relies. Of private Virtues, such as grace the plain ; Jove nous tremendous io heroic lays, If God's vicegerents, acting on that plan And haughty Juno with regret obeys ;

Which most endears man's dignity to man, Awfully soft Minerva's charms are seen, Ere won thy heart-Lowth's sacred fhring And smiles eternal grace the Pap!ian Queen. survey,

(bute pay? Confess the mighty debt, yè pow'rs above, And, with a weeping world, thy Tearful triJove form'd the world, but Homer form'd a Jove.


In Winter's social nights fit by the fire, TO YXR TO WHOM THEYARL ADDRESSED. With good old friends and open nice fresh THINK not, proud maid, that angry eye

oifters; From my torn heart shall wring, a figlia! (To which no relish like a stoop of porter ») Think not, that look, difdainful fair, Tell of fond school-day pranks, and talk over Swall doom me to forlorn despair!

College acquaintance long ago betid : No.I will hrook my lot severe, And ere thou bid good night, to quit their Nor thed unseen one plaintful tear i





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Make them a comfortable bowl of Panch*, “Non mihidebentur, quz dona optantibus adAnd send the party chatry to their beus.

Ric. II. v. 14

" Omnia cæleftis munera lauta PATRIS.

« Ille juvare alios et dele&tare monebatI pray you in your anecdotes,

“ Hofpitis Ille pedem dirigit ufque manu." When you shall my unlucky dieeds relate, Dixit, et ad nutum gratæ afpiciuntur in aals Speak of me, as one at th' Univerfity

Lampades, et modico menfa referta cibo. That never Itudied wisely, or did well; Ipse, DLį laudes inter convivia narralOf one not ill entor'd, but led aside,

Narrantis lætus pendet ah ore senex. Idle in the extreme: of one, whose hand, Poftea, cum fomni tranquilla advenerat hora, Like a base lounger, threw his time away

Campana argutum reddic in aure fonum, Richer than all his fellowship : whose spirit Conveniunt famuli-multà prece NUMEN Spent money faster than the crafty tradesmen

adorantCould set me down in their quick item' books: Sic Fietas juffit claudere rite diem. And say,-besides that in Peck water once, PosTERA cum primum tenebras aurora fue When a malignant and a shabby dun [door, gårat, Had watch'd me home, and thrice affail'd my

Ft nora cæruleo fulferat orbe dies, I cook by the throat the unrelenting dog, A furgunt hilures, moresque, animumque And fmote him down the stairs.

benignum OTHELLO V. 2. Laudantes domini, longius ire parant, I play'd upon the flute; my moroings all

At juvenis ticitè repit, quà filius infans Were lost in coffee-houses, tennis-courts, and

Hospitis, in cunis dona quietis habet. billiards ;


Et color, et faciles levia inter fomnia risus, And, that which should accompany the au

Mollirent Thracum pectora, dura prius. Observance, science, favour of the Dean,

Ille, velut færis furiis commalus, et excors, I little reck'd to have; that in the very schools,

Contorsit valica dulcia colla manu. Questions not new nor deep 'gan puzzie me;

O dirum facinus ! quorfum hæc tam barbara Which my dole brain had fain resolv'd, but

tendunt could not ;

Hæccine pro tali munere dona refers? " Ignorant as dist” !!!

Lividus, eo 1 vultus--pott, æger anhelitusMACBETH V. 3:

Æterno pueri membra (oporc jacent,
MASTER SHALLOW. At pater infelix, nec jam pater, ocyus intrans,

So'a senectutis gaudia cassa videt.

Nec lachrymæ poterant vitam revocare le-

nellam Continued from p. 943.)

Nec quas delirans fundit ab ore preces. AMQUE vident iterum tranquillam acce“

Hinc dolor-hinc gemitus et non effabils. dere noctem ;

horror. Opportuna iterum quærere tecta parant.

Quis tuus intere: luctus, amande fenex! Neclongè incertotenebrarum errore vagantur,

Non tibi, si frangens cælum terramque ruinai En, vicina domus pandit amica fores.

Compages mundi folveret ira Del, Frugiferis circàm cainpus flavoscit ariftis ;

Non fi sulphureas fauces expanderet orcus Naturæ adjutrix ars et ubique nitet.

Percuteret mentem calis imago metus Ipsa domus domini mentem benè denotat Cor jubet interea crudelem fpernere amicus,

Pollucasque nová linquere cæde da nos. æquam ; Nec fine more humilis, nec nimis alta petens. Diffugere in sylvas, atque in spelar fersrum, Non illas habitat damnofa superbia sedes, Et reparare cupit quò ràpiatur, iter.

Nec faltus nimio laudis amore tumet. Alt onus annorum, mixtoque insania lactis Ambitio longè fugit hinc, et Livor, et Ira

Debilitant miseri languida membra senis. At Virtus intrà regnat, et alma Quies.

Ille autem, diræ ftragis molitor et au for, Adveniunt læti, multum salvere jubentes

Intactis gaudens viribus, usque valet. Haud tenui dignum laude et amore virun. Nec mora, præcipiti lustrans veftigia cursa, Hic, visu facilis, dictuque affabilis, audit Jungit anhelantem, sollicitumque malis.

Audit, et arridens talia voçe refert* Accipite hæc, fratres-nam ritè expendere novi

EPIGRAM. “(Necmale profusus, nec male parcus) opes.

On a late METAPHYSICA: DECREE of the

FRENCH CONVENTION. * It is to be all made of fantasy,

EATH is eternal Sleep."-A fine All made of acid, and all made of sweetness; Rum; brandy; lemon; sugar; hot water;

long Nap! All contradiction; and all harmony:

Philosophers !--this last of all your schemes

Might do:--but here'sthe Devil in the gap;Al taste; all trial; all approbation.

Pray, is this SLEEP to be exempt from As You LIKE IT. V. 2.




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