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On The Death Of The Rev. Dr. Kippis.
Shall hide from public view the faulty line , And bid the merit he bestows be mine . Ah ! Avhile , with fond regret , my feeble verse Would pour its tribute o'er his halloAV'd hearse , . » - For him , his country tAyines her civic palm , And learning ' s tears his honour'd name embalm ; His tvere the lavish stores , her force sublime Thro' every passing has snatch'd from time
age ; His , the Historian ' s wreath , the Critic ' s art , A rigid judgment , but a feeling heart ; His , the warm purpose for the gen ' ral Aveal , The Christian ' s meekness , and the Christian's zea !; And his , the moral worth to which is given Earth ' s purest homage , and the meed of Heaven . Paris , Oct . z 6 , 1795 . HELEN MARIA WILLIAMS .
The Shipwrecked Sailor.
THE SHIPWRECKED SAILOR .
FAR from his home , the humble cot Where dwells the partner of his breast ; Where oft his babes inquire his lot , When storms disturb the mother ' s rest ; Far on the rude unfathom'd deep , Where the wild tempest roars aloud : Where billoAvs , like the mountains steep ,
The lifeless Mariner inshroud : There the rough surge he dauntless braves , Which o ' er the ship with fury breaks ; Nor fears the midnight flushing Avaves , Nor Avhen the storm its madness Avreaks . But driven near the fatal shore , Where skill and courage nought aA'ail ; When the bold pilot ' s hopes are o'er , The vessel drifting Avith the gale ;
- Dasli'd ' gainst the cliff , or sea-beat bank , And crush'd by the o'erwhelming shock : Behold him sAvimming on the plank , ¦ Or clinging to the craggy rock ! Around he looks with fright aghast , Trembling implores some saving hand ; Whilst o ' er him blows the cutting blast ,
Which strews the Avreck . along the strand . Spent with fatigue , benumb'd with cold , The dreary land at last he gains : But still fresh horrors to behold !—The dismal desert ' s barren plains ! Or if he views the peopled coast , The plutid ' ring savages await To strip the wretch whose all is lost , And leave the victim to his fate .
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On The Death Of The Rev. Dr. Kippis.
Shall hide from public view the faulty line , And bid the merit he bestows be mine . Ah ! Avhile , with fond regret , my feeble verse Would pour its tribute o'er his halloAV'd hearse , . » - For him , his country tAyines her civic palm , And learning ' s tears his honour'd name embalm ; His tvere the lavish stores , her force sublime Thro' every passing has snatch'd from time
age ; His , the Historian ' s wreath , the Critic ' s art , A rigid judgment , but a feeling heart ; His , the warm purpose for the gen ' ral Aveal , The Christian ' s meekness , and the Christian's zea !; And his , the moral worth to which is given Earth ' s purest homage , and the meed of Heaven . Paris , Oct . z 6 , 1795 . HELEN MARIA WILLIAMS .
The Shipwrecked Sailor.
THE SHIPWRECKED SAILOR .
FAR from his home , the humble cot Where dwells the partner of his breast ; Where oft his babes inquire his lot , When storms disturb the mother ' s rest ; Far on the rude unfathom'd deep , Where the wild tempest roars aloud : Where billoAvs , like the mountains steep ,
The lifeless Mariner inshroud : There the rough surge he dauntless braves , Which o ' er the ship with fury breaks ; Nor fears the midnight flushing Avaves , Nor Avhen the storm its madness Avreaks . But driven near the fatal shore , Where skill and courage nought aA'ail ; When the bold pilot ' s hopes are o'er , The vessel drifting Avith the gale ;
- Dasli'd ' gainst the cliff , or sea-beat bank , And crush'd by the o'erwhelming shock : Behold him sAvimming on the plank , ¦ Or clinging to the craggy rock ! Around he looks with fright aghast , Trembling implores some saving hand ; Whilst o ' er him blows the cutting blast ,
Which strews the Avreck . along the strand . Spent with fatigue , benumb'd with cold , The dreary land at last he gains : But still fresh horrors to behold !—The dismal desert ' s barren plains ! Or if he views the peopled coast , The plutid ' ring savages await To strip the wretch whose all is lost , And leave the victim to his fate .