!

But far beyond the bounds of Afrie borne, Thy honours flourish'd 'mid Thibetian snows;

Thy flowers the lama's gilded shrine adorn,

And Boodh and Bramah on thy stalk repose. Where'er fair Science dawn'd on Asia's shore,

With Nature's charms alone thy charms shall fade:

With Being's self thy beauteous tribe decl ae; Oh! living, may thy flow's my temples shade, And decorate when dead my envied shrime!

Where'er her hallow'd voice Devotion rais'd, § 262. Alanzo the Bruce, and the fair lungene. We see thee graven on the golden ore,

M. G. Lewis, Esq.

And on a thousand sparkling gems emblazed. A WARRIOR SO bold, and a vir in so bright,

Child of the sun, why droops thy withering! head,

While high in Leo flames thy radiant sire? With Egypt's glory is thy glory fled;

Convers'd as they sat on the green;
They gaz'd on each other with tender der,
Alonzo the brave was the name of the knight,
The maid's was the fair Imogene.
And ah!" said the youth, “since to-morrow
“I go,

[fire? And with her genius quench'd thy native For, direr than her desert's burning wind, Gaul's furious legions sweep yon ravaged vale; Death stalks before, grim famine howls behind," And screams of horror load the tainted gale. Nile's crimson'd waves with blood polluted roll; [sumes;

Her groves, her fanes, devouring tire conBut mark-slow rising near the distant pole,

To fight in a far distant land, Con "Your tears for my absence soon ceasing Some other will court you, and you w "bestow

"On a wealthier suitor your hand." Oh, hush these suspicions," fait Imog said,

"Shall husband of Imogene be.

"So hurtful to love and to me;
A sudden splendour all her shores illumes!"For if you be living, or if you be dead,
Fatal to Gaul-'tis Britain's rising star, [gains," I swear by the Virgin that none in yourse
That in the south the bright ascendant
Resplendant! as her Sirius shines from far,
And with new fervors fires the Lybian plains.
A race as Egypt's ancient warriors brave,

For her insulted sons indignant glows;
Defies the tropic storm, the faithless wave,
And hurls destruction on their haughty foes.
Exulting to his source, old Nilus bears
The deep'ning thunders of the British line;
Again its lovely head the Lotos rears,

Again the fields in rain-bow glories shine.
Still wider, beauteous plant! thy leaves extend,
Nor dread the eye of an admiring muse;
In union with the rising song ascend,
Spread all thy charms, and all thy sweets
diffuse.

Of that bold race beneath the Pleïnds-børn,
To chant thy praise a northern bard aspires
Nor with more ardour erst at early dawn
The Theban harpists smote their votive lyres.
For, oh! can climes th excursive genius bound
No-mid Siberia bursts the heav'n-taught

strain,

;

Ateither pole the Muses songs resound, [vain.
And shows descend and whirlwinds rage in
Four thousand summers have thy pride sur-
vey'd
[tombs

Thy Pharaohs moulder in their marble
-Oblivion's wings the pyramids shall shade,
But thy fair family unfading blooms!
Still 'mid these ruin'd towers admired, revered,

Wave high thy foliage, and secure expand These vast but crumbling piles by man were rear'd;

Burthou wert form'd byan inmortal hand:

"And if e'er for another my heart shec' "decide,

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"Forgetting Alonzo the brave.
"God grant that to punish my falseho
Thy ghost at my marriage may sit by my
May tax me with perjury, claim me as br
And bear me away to the grave."
To Palestine hasten'd the warrior so bok
His love she lamented him sore.
For
But scarce had a twelvemonth elaps'd,
A baron, all cover'd with jewels and gole,

Arriv'd at fair Imogene's door.

His treasure, his presents, his spacious dom”
Soon made her untrue to her vows.
He dazzled her eyes, he bewilder'd her bus
He caught her affections so light, and so
And carried her home as his spouse.
And now had the marriage been blest by
priest,

The tables they groan'd with the weight
The revelry now was begun ;
Nor vet had the laughter and inerrimento.

When the bell of the castle toll'd—oxe
Twas then with amazement fair Line
His air was terrific, he utter no sound,
A stranger was plac'd by her side; [i
He spoke not, he mov'd not, he look'd
But earnestly gaz'd on the bride. [arou
His vizor was clos'd, and gigantic his he

His armour was sable to view; [siz All laughter and pleasure were hush'd at The dogs as, they ey'd him drew lack w. affright,,

And the lights in the chamber burnt blue

Tis presence all bosoms appear'd to dismay,
The guests sat in silence and fear;
At length, spoke the bride, while she trembled
I pray,

Clay,

Sir knight, that your helmet aside you would
And deign to partake of our cheer."

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he lady is silent-the stranger complies,
And his vizor he slowly unclos'd.
h.gods! what a sight met fair Imogene's eyes,
hat words can express her dismay and sur-
When a skeleton's head was expos'd. [prise,
Il present then utter'd a terrified shout,
And turn'd with disgust from the scene;
The worms they crept in, and the worms they

crept out,

ad sported his eyes and his temples about,
While the spectre address'd Imogene.
Behold me, thou false one! behold me!" he
cried,

Behold thy Alonzo the brave.

""

God grants that to punish thy falsehood and
pride
[side,
My ghost at thy marriage should sit by thy
Should tax thee with perjury, claim thee as
46 bride,

"And bear thee away to the grave."

is saying, his arms round the lady he wound, While fair Imogene shriek'd with dismay; en sunk with his prey through the wideyawning ground,

ever again was fair Imogene found, 'r the spectre that bore her away.

long liv'd the baron, and none since that
o inhabit the castle presume: time,
chronicles tell, that by order sublime,
re Imogene suffers the pain of her crime,
nd mourns her deplorable doom.

nidnight four times in each year does her
Then mortals in slumber are bound, [sprite,
y'd in her bridal apparel of white,
ear in the hall with her skeleton knight,
ad shrieks as he whirls her around.
le they drink out of sculls newly torn from
the grave,

"

incing round them pale spectres are seen :
ir liquor is blood, and this horrible stave
y howl: 66
To the health of Alonzo the

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brave,

And his consort the false Imogene."

Might walk with peace, and cheer the tranquil

hours:

mis'd methought long days of bliss sincere? othing it stole on my deluded ear [cheat t like soft music, that might sometimes) houghts dark and drooping? 'twas the voice of Hope.

ve and social scenes, it seem'd to speak
uth, of friendship, of affection meek;
at hand in hand along life's downward slope

Ah me! the prospect sadden'd as she sung; Loud on my startled ear the death-bell rung: Chill darkness wrapt the pleasurable bowers She built-whilst pointing to you breathless clay,

She cried "No peace be thine, away, away!"

§ 261. Sonnet.

BOWLES.

A

s o'er these hills I take my silent rounds,
Still on that vision which is flown I dwell!
On images I lov'd, (alas, how well!)
Now past, and but remember'd like sweet

sound

Of yesterday! yet in my breast I keep
Such recollections, painful though they seem,
And hours of joy retrace, till from my dream
I wake, and find them not: then I could
weep

To think that time so soon each sweet devours,
To think so soon life's first indearments fail,
Who like a flatterer, when the happiest hours
And we are dup'd by hope's amusive tale!
Are past, and most we wish her cheering lay,
Will fly as faithless and as fleet as they!

*

thence

(Lulling to sad repose the weary sense The faint pang stealest unperceiv'd away); On thee I rest my only hope at last,

$263. Sonnet.

BOWLES.

HOSE was that gentle voice, that whisper-And think, when thou hast dried the bitter tear
ing sweet,
That flows in vain o'er all my soul held dear,
I may look back on every sorrow past,
And incet life's peaceful evening with a smile-
As some lone bird at day's departing hour
Sings in the sunbeam of the transient shower,
Forgetful tho' its wings are wet the while:
Yet ah! how much must that poor heart
endure,
[cure!
Which hopes from thee, and thee aloue, a

§ 266. Sonnet. BOWLES. TIME that know'st a lenient hand to lay Softest on sorrow's wounds, and slowly

'o snatch the licens'd joy; each moment lost
eems like an hour. Take, O take your fill,
'e innocent tribes, nor let severity
oo rigorous, rob you of the fleeting day:
is brief at best, and hardly shall ye know
life's most boasted years a purer bliss
r more exalted. Fly then o'er the lawn,
limb yonder hill-expatiate thro' the grove,
from the river's margin plunge into the ware.
Thy need I urge? already they are gone;
me in the limpid stream already merg'd,
heir pastime take and cleave the ambient wave,
rbuoyant on the surface float supine,
porting like Halycons on the smooth expanse.
hus nerv'd with added strength they urge the
ball

1

Then, with light heart, and pockets lighter
Eas'd of thy money-root of every ill! [still,
Away again to drive the circling hoop,
Or spin the top, or knuckle down at taw.

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But now the shades of eve and turret bell
Proclaim the holiday too soon expired.-
'In, boys! all in, bovs!" Instant to the school
Repairing, low they bend to that high Pow's
That guards them from the noontide heat,
The pestilence that walketh in the night,
And out of mouths of sucklings and of babes
Ordained praise. The choral hymn and pray'r
Ascends like incense to the throne of heaven.

t cricket, manly game! the boast of Kent,
inbridge's sons against all England's race;
or last, tho' least, the sprightly boys of Judd,
rning to be surpass'd in school, or field.
Others, as seasons urge, with weary eye
arch every thicket for the mossy nest;
d, thoughtless of the wrong, the eggs despoil,
te as the ethereal concave streak'd or vein'd
nature's pencil with a thousand dyes.

my companions! rob not the poor bird,
many a pang she feels; but be content
ith viewing the fair prize, and leave it there.
eetly the song from yonder hawthorn bush
ill
pay your generous pity as you pass,
d conscious virtue shall a bliss bestow,
ich rapine, tho' successful, never tastes,
ugh India's gems enrich the plunderer.
rust not in wrong and robbery for happiness,
, when autumnal suns the pensile fruit
ures, and on the southeru garden wall
shes the nectar'd peach like Hebe's cheek,
leap the fence. Óh, turn thy roving eye
n orchards rich with vegetable gold,
pippin and the pear; but learn, like ine,
ripen'd cherry, shining, sleek, and plump,
iew with all the stoic's apathy.
te the purple cluster of the grape
en, out of reach, it peeps between the leaves
I shewn and half conceal'd, to tempt the

inore.

dious beauty! Comrade, touch it not;
er in evil hour thou pluck the fruit
awful, thou shalt rue it, short-liv'd sweet
ow'd by bitterness. The owner sces
een, and tells your master of thy theft. -
a lo, the birchen fasces-hatciul twigs;
n go the galligaskins; sighs and sobs
plainly tell what penalties and woes
gs disobedience, and the fruit
hat forbidden tree. Then learn content:
ttle weekly stipend is thine own,

And now all weary, and with eyes half-clos'd,
Down on the couch they sink, nor sooner down
Than sleep seals up their lids: how hash'd the
The merry noise that echo'd o'er the field [din,
The live-long day! 'Tis silent all and still"
Along the chambers of the dormitory,
Save where a gentle breathing sooths the car,
Or now and then a voice that talks in sleep:
For many a vision, or fantastic dream,
Hovers around their pillows; rivers, groves,
Birds, nests, on tops of tallest trees are seen,
With callow young, or eggs of varied hue;
Goldfinches, linnets lined with twigs,
Or shared in traps, or gudgeous on the hook:
The orchard's charms with added lures appear,
Already up the tree they seize the prize;
The plums and pippins, pears of freshest hue,
Clusters of grapes, no longer out of reach,
Distil nectareousjuices on their lips,
Which seem to smack again: so strong and trus
Imagination's pencil paints the scene.
Thus cheard by slumbers and a holiday,
With double diligence they ply the task
Upon the morrow: then vacation's good
When to ingenuous minds allowed it gives
A spur to industry, aud to genius fire.

Rest and alternate labour, these combined
With discipline shall form the emulous youth
To high accomplishments in liberal arts;
And when his friends and country call him
To generous service in busy life, [forth
With energetic force he acts his part
With strict propriety, fitted for each place
However arduous in the social scene.
Happy and honour'd, prominent he stands.
Among the sons of men; and lustre flings
Back on the place where education stored
His mind with arts that taught him to excel.

Pardon my daring, if amid this group
Of school-boys, who, beneath your fostering
smiles,

freely use it, as 't was given for use. s thy mouth water? See the matron's stall, ns, nuts and apples, ranged in tempting te, nor rigid Prudence bids forbear; [rows, re purchase, paying ready cash, and eat, come as nuts to thee, thy mite to her. by thy feast, poor imp, and freely taste, fears or qualins empoisoning the regale;

The muses, graces, virtues, cultivate,
I venture to foretel that, spurning ease,
Some shall emerge, and add to the renown
Of Tunbridge school; an ancient hoary seat
Of classic institution, favour'd long
By patronage of men whose liberal souls,
Amid the cares of gain, commercial toils,
Chief cause of Britain's proud pre-eminence,
Still find an hour to listen to the muse,
And honour arts which seek no sordid pelf,
And add a grace to life, and build up man.

O'tis a noble edifice; and here
The solid basis must be firmly laid
In elemental lore. The pious Judd
Some centuries past here placed the corner
His sons, disdaining to degenerate, [stone:
Support and deck the pile. Tis nobly done,
And merits praise, which, though our hearts
can feel,
[due.
Our tongues want words to speak in language
A school-boy I-you've heard my artless
Tis a true picture of my simple life; [tale,

Then how should I in language adequate
Describe your merits? Tis a copious theme,
And asks a genius, as your bounty large.
But this I know, instructed in the arts
Of elegance and taste beneath this roof,
And cherish'd by your smiles, the day may

come

When I may strike the lyre with manly grace,
And justify the favour which e'en now
Indulgence, blinding judgment, has bestow
Tunbridge, May 9, 1802. Τ.Κ.

EPIGRAMS, EPITAPHS, AND OTHER LITTLE PIECES.

On a very rich Gentleman drinking the Waters' As Will along the floor had laid
of Tunbridg Welis, who had refused to can-
tribute to the Relief of a distressed Family.
FOR deepest woes old Harpax scorns to feel;
Think ye his bowels stand in need of steel?

His lazy limbs in solemn show,
"You 're ill," quoth Sal," I'm sore afrai
Indeed," says Will, I'm rather low."

To a Lady, with the Print of Venus attiredly the Graces.

THAT far superior is thy state

Even envy must agree;
On thee a thousand Graces wait,
On Venus only three.

To a Gentleman who was obliged to retre
fear of disagreeable Retaliation.
THAT Cotia is so pale, so spare,

No cause for wonder now affords;
He lives, alas! on empty fare,
Who lives by eating his own words.

On the Duchess of Devonshire. ARRAY'D in matchless beauty, Devon's! In Fox's favour takes a zealous part? But, oh! where'er the pilferer comes-bew. She supplicates a vote, and steals a heart

A Case of Conscience; submitted to a late Dig- On the Phrase "killing Time." Translat

nitary of the Church, on his Narcotic Exposition of the following Text: "Watch and "Pray, lest ye enter into Temptation."

BY our pastor perplext,

How shall we determine?

"Watch and Pray," says the Text, Go to Sleep," says the Sermon.