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And in the dust be equal made
All heads must come
To the cold tomb:
From the mighty Pacific with soft-swelling waves,
From China returning with silk and with tea, The tall English vefsel sails over the sea; Ah! look how she heaves ! on the rocks she is i stranded! But the boats are thrown out, and the sailors are
landed. What black men are those in their slender canoe, Who gaze with such wonder?-Themen of Pelew,
109 How kindly they welcome the failors on shore ! | А’nd yams and sweet cocoanuts bring from their
store; But vain ev'ry effort to soften their anguish: For home, distant home, the poor Englishmen
.. languilh ; They build a stout ship, they fail off from Pelew, And away with the strangers fails young Prince
Leeboo. O! what is his rapture, and what his surprise, When in gay busy London he opens his eyes! “ Fine shops, houses, coaches, O! joy beyond
measure ! Yes, yes, my dear friends shall partake in my
' pleasure: Fine clothes, coaches, horses, I 'll bear to PelewWhat wonder for them, what delight for Leeboo !" *. Fond projects! In vain shall his father explore
The wide shipless waves-he shall see him no more. 0! chide not the English thy darling detaining,, Andchide not thy son’mid the strangers remaining: Know, death has arrested him far froin Pelew, i And the strangers have wepto'er the gentle l.eeboo !
The Winter Torrent.
THE WINTER TORRENT.
PROUD and foolish, noisy stream!
Which casually a brook became,
'Tho' now thou boast thy swelling tide, August will soon be here, and end thy short-liv'd
Thou foam'st and boil'lt along the plain, The flocks and shepherds threat’ning by the way,
Thro' borrow'd waters, bafely vain, Lift'st up thy head, and doft regardless stray. Thy noisy pride is all that thou canst call thy own; )
I hy upstart stream will soon be gone, No drop remain of thy proud swelling flood;
But all the cattle of the plain Tread o'er the dusty fand, and spurn it with a disdain !
HARK1 from yon covert, where those tow'ring oaks
girls Desert th' unpeopled village; and wild crowds Spread o'er the plain, by the sweet phrensy seized.
Come follow, follow me,
When mortals are at rest
Then o’er a mushroom's head
The grasshopper, gnat, and fly,