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Poetry.
The Virrtties resorted to see Thy solitude ' s sacred retreat ; Made Innocence grandeur to thee , Whose soul was Serenity ' s seat : No wealth nor parade could annoy , The mines of Contentment thy own , While Competence kindled that joy So seldom aUach'd to a throne .
Obscurity mark'd his estate , While unimpair'd Health wa ¦ his lot ; Hescorn'd the least wish to be great , Whose pomp was the peace of a cot : How warm and sincere was his strain . With simple moralitv fraught ; Devoutly religious , tho' plain , He spoke to the god of his thought .
Ambition estrang'd from his breast , Unknown to all clamour and strife , Rank poisons , corrosive of rest , Those furies that harrow up life : Yet pensive and thoughtful he grew , The mate of his youth was no more , The friend of his age ever true , His feelings intensely deplore !
I saw him one day near the oak , That measures a shade of extent , In silence his misery spoke , Despondence to solitude bent ; His brow was more dark than the shade October had cast o ' er the dell , Nor lohg did he grieve in the glade , But languishing riroop'd till he fell .
ADDRESS TO LAURA . BY Ma . PQLWHELE . Or life , my Laura , many a fairy dream I cherish'd ' mid the groves of Academe . 'Twas then my comrades with a joyous air I met , andcried , ' avaunt ! to felon care . ' Then the strong outline of hopes I
my drew , re ™* ; And fondlv nurs'd them as each figure Sketch'd for my different friends the future Plan , . And form'd mv systems as my wishes ran ; Contented cro ' wh'd a living with a wife , Not mark'd the varied ills that chequer life ; View'dhalcyon-brihtdomestic ease
ap-, g , pear , Nor saw pale Griefdistain it with a tear ; Bade the sweet pledges of affection rise To melting blushes and entrancing eyes ; Pictur'd the bliss of love ' s romantic morn , And press'd the rosv couch without . i thorn ! 15 ut , ah ! too soon the dear delirium lied ! Too soon I bow'd to care this throbbing
head ; While in each scene ofvulgar life I found The hoar-frost scatter'd bv indifference round ; [ Fancy ' s bloom , Where blasts from Avarice nipt young And Envy ' s cloud diffus'd its deadly gloom . Lo . as impetuous joys began to move Mv beating bosom to the pulse of love , And , as i deetn'd the illusive picture true , That brought another Eden to my view ;
Misguided friendship aim'd the heavy stroke , [ broke ! And all the spell of rapturous passion Aias ! tho ' now divine content be ours , I tremble as I memorize the hours , When they , to whom my kindred spirit ten s , [ friends , Whom pure sincerity had stamp'd my Ah ! Laura ! bade thee droop thy clouded
eyes , Arid waste the softness of thy sou ! in sighs ! TO IHS MEMORY OF A FRIEND . BY T . HARRAL . A ! youth ! thy dawn of life was
LASpoor fair ; [ dreams , It promis'd years of bliss , and fairy And visionary ' joys , and tender themes , Entranced thy " ardent soul . The worm of care , [ dart , Nor fell disease , with her envenom'd Had fix'd their cruel fangs within thy heart ; the of
But all was tranquil as morn spring , And jocund hours , on Pleasure ' s sportive wing , [ much ! Mov'd gailv on . —O , thou hast suff ' er'd Long hast " thou pin'd beneath Despair ' s chill touch ; [ known , Dark lonesome days of anguish hast thou And long thy bleeding breast been 'Sorrow ' s throne . ' — Adieu ! adieu ! thoudear lamented friend ; Thy sufferings now are o'er , thy bliss " will never end .
ADMIRAL NELSON'S F 1 CT 0 RY * BY THE SAME . REJOICE , Britannia ! let the standard wave ! [ dortonh Let Victory ' sstreamersburst with splen-Fame ' s clarion sounds the glories of the
brave ; , Thy laurell'd heroes strike the forceful lyre , T [ . « . ' ¦< ; And British ardour kindles British Thrice happy shades of dear departed worth ! Who S'torn'd the galling yoke of Gallic power , [ fraught hour , each
Who hurl'd destruction thro' war-Who d . ir'd to die at Honour ' ssacred call . O , how I envy you your noble fall ! Streams not each ' eye with Valour ' s generous tear ? Heaves not each breast with Exultation s sigh ¦ ' . [ sport high , 0 ! the proud heart swells with
tran-, yes Forall is gain'd that Liberty holds dear ! Written on the 2 d of Oct . 1708 , the day on which were received authentic account 3 of Admiral Nelson ' s victory .
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Poetry.
The Virrtties resorted to see Thy solitude ' s sacred retreat ; Made Innocence grandeur to thee , Whose soul was Serenity ' s seat : No wealth nor parade could annoy , The mines of Contentment thy own , While Competence kindled that joy So seldom aUach'd to a throne .
Obscurity mark'd his estate , While unimpair'd Health wa ¦ his lot ; Hescorn'd the least wish to be great , Whose pomp was the peace of a cot : How warm and sincere was his strain . With simple moralitv fraught ; Devoutly religious , tho' plain , He spoke to the god of his thought .
Ambition estrang'd from his breast , Unknown to all clamour and strife , Rank poisons , corrosive of rest , Those furies that harrow up life : Yet pensive and thoughtful he grew , The mate of his youth was no more , The friend of his age ever true , His feelings intensely deplore !
I saw him one day near the oak , That measures a shade of extent , In silence his misery spoke , Despondence to solitude bent ; His brow was more dark than the shade October had cast o ' er the dell , Nor lohg did he grieve in the glade , But languishing riroop'd till he fell .
ADDRESS TO LAURA . BY Ma . PQLWHELE . Or life , my Laura , many a fairy dream I cherish'd ' mid the groves of Academe . 'Twas then my comrades with a joyous air I met , andcried , ' avaunt ! to felon care . ' Then the strong outline of hopes I
my drew , re ™* ; And fondlv nurs'd them as each figure Sketch'd for my different friends the future Plan , . And form'd mv systems as my wishes ran ; Contented cro ' wh'd a living with a wife , Not mark'd the varied ills that chequer life ; View'dhalcyon-brihtdomestic ease
ap-, g , pear , Nor saw pale Griefdistain it with a tear ; Bade the sweet pledges of affection rise To melting blushes and entrancing eyes ; Pictur'd the bliss of love ' s romantic morn , And press'd the rosv couch without . i thorn ! 15 ut , ah ! too soon the dear delirium lied ! Too soon I bow'd to care this throbbing
head ; While in each scene ofvulgar life I found The hoar-frost scatter'd bv indifference round ; [ Fancy ' s bloom , Where blasts from Avarice nipt young And Envy ' s cloud diffus'd its deadly gloom . Lo . as impetuous joys began to move Mv beating bosom to the pulse of love , And , as i deetn'd the illusive picture true , That brought another Eden to my view ;
Misguided friendship aim'd the heavy stroke , [ broke ! And all the spell of rapturous passion Aias ! tho ' now divine content be ours , I tremble as I memorize the hours , When they , to whom my kindred spirit ten s , [ friends , Whom pure sincerity had stamp'd my Ah ! Laura ! bade thee droop thy clouded
eyes , Arid waste the softness of thy sou ! in sighs ! TO IHS MEMORY OF A FRIEND . BY T . HARRAL . A ! youth ! thy dawn of life was
LASpoor fair ; [ dreams , It promis'd years of bliss , and fairy And visionary ' joys , and tender themes , Entranced thy " ardent soul . The worm of care , [ dart , Nor fell disease , with her envenom'd Had fix'd their cruel fangs within thy heart ; the of
But all was tranquil as morn spring , And jocund hours , on Pleasure ' s sportive wing , [ much ! Mov'd gailv on . —O , thou hast suff ' er'd Long hast " thou pin'd beneath Despair ' s chill touch ; [ known , Dark lonesome days of anguish hast thou And long thy bleeding breast been 'Sorrow ' s throne . ' — Adieu ! adieu ! thoudear lamented friend ; Thy sufferings now are o'er , thy bliss " will never end .
ADMIRAL NELSON'S F 1 CT 0 RY * BY THE SAME . REJOICE , Britannia ! let the standard wave ! [ dortonh Let Victory ' sstreamersburst with splen-Fame ' s clarion sounds the glories of the
brave ; , Thy laurell'd heroes strike the forceful lyre , T [ . « . ' ¦< ; And British ardour kindles British Thrice happy shades of dear departed worth ! Who S'torn'd the galling yoke of Gallic power , [ fraught hour , each
Who hurl'd destruction thro' war-Who d . ir'd to die at Honour ' ssacred call . O , how I envy you your noble fall ! Streams not each ' eye with Valour ' s generous tear ? Heaves not each breast with Exultation s sigh ¦ ' . [ sport high , 0 ! the proud heart swells with
tran-, yes Forall is gain'd that Liberty holds dear ! Written on the 2 d of Oct . 1708 , the day on which were received authentic account 3 of Admiral Nelson ' s victory .