Poetry.

THE POWER OF MUSIC : AN ODE . sy n . s . J . AUTHOR OF . WILLIAM AND ELI . ES .

SriicaE-noRN , bright , celestial Maid , Soft soothing Music mournful play'd ; To shew her power divine , She touch'd the chords so fine , ' His angry steed the raging hero stopt , And from his hand the quiv'ring faulchion dropt , His breast tumultuous ceas'd to swell , His ported crest of fury fell ;

While sorrow fixt his musing eye , His bosom pour'd the melting sigh ; Till huge big tears roll'd down his manly cheek , And told ofsorrow Nature couldnotspeak . — Again it warbled thro' the sphere , Pensive with a pleasing pleasure , Then of Monnis' mild , r measure ,

Leading laughter-loving Leisui e ; Till Life doth ope her gilded treasure , Soft thrilling thro' the raptur'd ear , Til ! Life , and Love , and Joy's whole train appear-All as the pictur'd mantle of the infant day , When Phebus smiling decks lhe merry May : Ssuch power hath rapture-giving Music ' s hallow'd

lay-As o'er ihc strings she ran , Sorrow pale and wan And black Despairiiidintplesheardfter play . Hc-r leaden visage worn , With glaring and unset ; led look , Frantic , her matted lock .-. dire madness shook ; And sighing , shed her slate forlorn . Despondency stood list ' ning to the song , Soft Music stray'd— -andDryads play'd ;

, Yi / hil's Phccbus sipp'd the silver meads along , And hand inhandwithsilverFteedomstray'd . Hark ! it warbles soft and sweet ! With passions sporting at her feet ; Thus Phoebus' word old Chaos heard , Who held his yoke o ' er sweet Arcadia's plains , In anger tore his hoary beard , [ chains . '

In wild " horrific terrorburst his midnight Savage Nature stood alarm'd To seethe monarch so'disarm'd , Sweet smiling Cupids on their airy pinions born , [ morn . CatnefUitt ' ring round , and hail'd lhe infant I heard no more—it died away : And blushing Natureopen'd into day . —

A SONG . In Imitation of Allan Ramsay . BY THE SAME . As I cam a weary walking thro' ( he town , My legs they were tir'd , my head was t ' ou ' o'f ' un , I saw a bonny Lassie as e ' er I saw before , \ saw a bonny Lassie washing at a door . Her hands they gart the suds to fly about the tub , [ did rub , The sarks she did twist them , the sarks she

The claethes she did rub as ne ' er were rubb'd before , By the bonny Lassie washing at the door . ' Ouo I , bonny Lassie , will y * gi ' e me leave ;' Alid as the word I spak , I ' pou'd her by the sleeve . She was the sweetest Lassie that e ' er I kiss'd before , [ door . She was the bonniest Lassie that wash'data

When I try'd her farther , she said she had na' need . [ my head , Wi' that , ivi'a washen clout she cam o ' er For the lick she ga ' e me I lov'd her still the more , [ door ; My soul it was ta ' en wi' the Lassie at the When I said , ' sweet Lassie , ye wash wi ' a grace , ' [ my face :

She took a nev'fu' suds , and flang them in I cl . isp'd her , and kiss'd her , and pay'd her the score , [ door ; And married lhe Lassie that wash'd at the For nature had form'd her forcottrtship ar . d love , Unaffected and graceful , andmeekasadove . Ifticav'n had try'd it , it cou'd na' bless me more [ the door . Than wed me to the Lassie that wash'd at

ON FIRE * ADDRESSED TO THE LADIES ELIZA & MARY UlllMINGH AM , Daughters of the Earl of Louth , BY II . It . SHERIDAN , ESQ . IN Poets all my marks 3 'ou'H see , Since Flash and Smoke reveal me ;

Suspect me always near NAT LEE — Ev"n BLACKMORE can't conceal me . In MILTON ' S page I glow by art , One flame intense and even ; In SiiAKFEAKt ' s blaze ! a sudden start , Like lightnings flash '' d from Heav ' n . In many more , as well as they , Through various forms I shift ;

I ' m gently lambent while I ' m GAY , But brightest when I'm Swit'T . From Smoke , sure tidings you may get , It can't subsist without me ; Or find me like some fond Coquet , With fifty Sparks about me . In other forms [ oft am seen , LI bntasis of J ' * and Fair ;

And as the Virtues dwell within , You'll always find me there . I with pure , piercing , brilliant gleams , Can arm ELIZA ' S eye!— - With modest , soft , ether ; ai beams , Sweet MARY ' S I supply . ' THE TEARS OF FRIENDSHIP . AN ELEUY OS THE DEATH OF JAMES PETTII ANDl' . EWS . ES- ' .. Or R KOMl'TO N' -O I' . OVE .

HARK ! what shrill note of woe assails my ear ? What footsteps echo from the fatal bier ?