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Poetry.
Fondly relies on Fortune ' s future care , And leaves the dull her lasting gilts to share . [ zest , * * He gives the festive board' its highest ' Amid the pride of rank , a nobler guest . * In his brig ht noon of lifecaress'd by all , * Till for new fav ' rites Fashion dooms his fall . [ dure , * A chequer'd fate his waning
enyears « Rever'd , yet slighted—fam'd , and yet obscure : [ ship flies ; ' At length distresso ' erwbelms him ; liiend ' He droops unnolic'd—and forgotten dies ;' And now , ye moral Censors , spare the play , That strives lo rout the locusts of the day ; So may the SPONGES live no more on spoil
But useful prove , and thrive by honest toil . ? The lines marked thus ' were not spoken . ; g ADDRESS , WRITTEN BY MR . CUMBERLAND . SBOICEN BY MR . WBOUGHTON , Before the Play performed at Drury-Lane ' Theatre for the Benefit of the Widows , & c . of the brave Seamen who fell in the Tate Action .
To those immortal shades , whose vital gore [ shore , Floats on the waves that tinge Batavia's We consecrate the bounties of this night . Your generous tribute , and their valour ' s right . How gallantly they fought , 'twere joy to tell— [ fell ! 'Tis mournful to relate what numbers
Peace to their dust ! the perishable frame Death has dissolv'd—the Muse embalms their fame . [ coast , How long , whilst hovering on the hostile Did these brave Centinels maintain their post '( [ wind , How oft , while list ' ning to the whistling Waft the sad sigh to those they lefi behind . In the mid-watch , Night ' s melanchol- noon ,
Humming their ditty to the pale-fac'dMocn ; Then curs'd dull Care , and tro / I'd the tune along , Susan , or Nan , the burthen of their song ! Now at the bottom ofthe watery deep , In their cold grave-the silent Minstrels sleep ; [ rious wreath , But Victory snatch'd for them Fame ' s glo-Andcrc-wn'd them sinking in the arms of
Death . Something they ow'd their Country , but the score [ could they more ? With their best blood wash'd out : —what The Babe unfather'd , and the widow'd Wife , Those mournful relicts of connubial life , Are now your Supplicants— -and who shall say , If Fate ' has rent their tender ties away ?
Perhaps the Spirits ofthe Dead mav feel A conscious interest even in ihis appeal ; And a brave Chief , drench'd in wnose patriot blood The Ardent ' sAecV . became a crimson flood , Exclaims , while pointing to his mangled crew , Britons , behold ! the .-e Heroes bled for you ' DUNCANwhose name a spell co
, very ' . veys , The Guardian Spirits of this [ le to raise ; He , and his brave Associates in the fight , Are Suitors to vour charity this night : — Their Honour is in pawn , for as they led Their squadrons each , each to his warriors said' Be firm , my Hearts ! our Children , and our Wives Hives :
We leave to them for whom we risk our Stand for your Country !—serve her and defend ; Each grateful Briton is a Seaman ' s friend . " Lo , ' tisconfirm'd , the gallant word is true ; 'Twas pledg'd by Valour ; 'tis fulfill'd bjr you ! " ' , ' IMPROMPTU . BY s ! LE WIS , Private in Earl Hcpctoun ' s Fencibles .
THE Sickle and Scythe had dismantl'd the rallies , [ fee . Stern Winter began to strip na ' . ed each When Fortune , who long had pmsu'd us wiih malice , [ ofthe sea . ' Cry'd , 'haste ! leave thecamp , on the verge With joy we accepted the blest invitation , 'ihe summons extorted nor sig h , nor a
groan . [ tion , Ye Gods ! who can figure our sad situa-Whilecamp'd on the curs'd sterile banks ofthe Don . ODE TO THE EVENING STAR . F 1 I 0 M MOSCIIVS .
RISE , loveiv Venus' golden star ! Rise , sacred I-lesper ! brightest far Of all the sparkling gems that light And deck ihe azure " front of Night ; Thv splendour other stars excels Far as the Moon o ' er thine prevails ! Rise , ' loveiv beam ! shed thy kind ray , While o'er ' the plain I hold my way
To where the shepherd train convene In festive mirth upon the green . Hang out ihe friendlv lamp , 0 thou That oft has heard the lover's vow ; To-night the new moon's place supply , Forsoon she quits the evening sky . For hot to steal , nor to betray , Nor hurt the Pilgrim or . his way , Mv footsteps o ' er the dews I bend , And lit by thee , thus lonely wend : 'Tis Love that leads me o'er the plain ; Sure love should meet with love again . J .
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Poetry.
Fondly relies on Fortune ' s future care , And leaves the dull her lasting gilts to share . [ zest , * * He gives the festive board' its highest ' Amid the pride of rank , a nobler guest . * In his brig ht noon of lifecaress'd by all , * Till for new fav ' rites Fashion dooms his fall . [ dure , * A chequer'd fate his waning
enyears « Rever'd , yet slighted—fam'd , and yet obscure : [ ship flies ; ' At length distresso ' erwbelms him ; liiend ' He droops unnolic'd—and forgotten dies ;' And now , ye moral Censors , spare the play , That strives lo rout the locusts of the day ; So may the SPONGES live no more on spoil
But useful prove , and thrive by honest toil . ? The lines marked thus ' were not spoken . ; g ADDRESS , WRITTEN BY MR . CUMBERLAND . SBOICEN BY MR . WBOUGHTON , Before the Play performed at Drury-Lane ' Theatre for the Benefit of the Widows , & c . of the brave Seamen who fell in the Tate Action .
To those immortal shades , whose vital gore [ shore , Floats on the waves that tinge Batavia's We consecrate the bounties of this night . Your generous tribute , and their valour ' s right . How gallantly they fought , 'twere joy to tell— [ fell ! 'Tis mournful to relate what numbers
Peace to their dust ! the perishable frame Death has dissolv'd—the Muse embalms their fame . [ coast , How long , whilst hovering on the hostile Did these brave Centinels maintain their post '( [ wind , How oft , while list ' ning to the whistling Waft the sad sigh to those they lefi behind . In the mid-watch , Night ' s melanchol- noon ,
Humming their ditty to the pale-fac'dMocn ; Then curs'd dull Care , and tro / I'd the tune along , Susan , or Nan , the burthen of their song ! Now at the bottom ofthe watery deep , In their cold grave-the silent Minstrels sleep ; [ rious wreath , But Victory snatch'd for them Fame ' s glo-Andcrc-wn'd them sinking in the arms of
Death . Something they ow'd their Country , but the score [ could they more ? With their best blood wash'd out : —what The Babe unfather'd , and the widow'd Wife , Those mournful relicts of connubial life , Are now your Supplicants— -and who shall say , If Fate ' has rent their tender ties away ?
Perhaps the Spirits ofthe Dead mav feel A conscious interest even in ihis appeal ; And a brave Chief , drench'd in wnose patriot blood The Ardent ' sAecV . became a crimson flood , Exclaims , while pointing to his mangled crew , Britons , behold ! the .-e Heroes bled for you ' DUNCANwhose name a spell co
, very ' . veys , The Guardian Spirits of this [ le to raise ; He , and his brave Associates in the fight , Are Suitors to vour charity this night : — Their Honour is in pawn , for as they led Their squadrons each , each to his warriors said' Be firm , my Hearts ! our Children , and our Wives Hives :
We leave to them for whom we risk our Stand for your Country !—serve her and defend ; Each grateful Briton is a Seaman ' s friend . " Lo , ' tisconfirm'd , the gallant word is true ; 'Twas pledg'd by Valour ; 'tis fulfill'd bjr you ! " ' , ' IMPROMPTU . BY s ! LE WIS , Private in Earl Hcpctoun ' s Fencibles .
THE Sickle and Scythe had dismantl'd the rallies , [ fee . Stern Winter began to strip na ' . ed each When Fortune , who long had pmsu'd us wiih malice , [ ofthe sea . ' Cry'd , 'haste ! leave thecamp , on the verge With joy we accepted the blest invitation , 'ihe summons extorted nor sig h , nor a
groan . [ tion , Ye Gods ! who can figure our sad situa-Whilecamp'd on the curs'd sterile banks ofthe Don . ODE TO THE EVENING STAR . F 1 I 0 M MOSCIIVS .
RISE , loveiv Venus' golden star ! Rise , sacred I-lesper ! brightest far Of all the sparkling gems that light And deck ihe azure " front of Night ; Thv splendour other stars excels Far as the Moon o ' er thine prevails ! Rise , ' loveiv beam ! shed thy kind ray , While o'er ' the plain I hold my way
To where the shepherd train convene In festive mirth upon the green . Hang out ihe friendlv lamp , 0 thou That oft has heard the lover's vow ; To-night the new moon's place supply , Forsoon she quits the evening sky . For hot to steal , nor to betray , Nor hurt the Pilgrim or . his way , Mv footsteps o ' er the dews I bend , And lit by thee , thus lonely wend : 'Tis Love that leads me o'er the plain ; Sure love should meet with love again . J .