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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,
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
[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
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
Ateither pole the Muses songs resound, [vain.
And shows descend and whirlwinds rage in
Four thousand summers have thy pride sur-
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,
"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.
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
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
Sir knight, that your helmet aside you would
And deign to partake of our cheer."
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
ad sported his eyes and his temples about,
While the spectre address'd Imogene.
Behold me, thou false one! behold me!" he
Behold thy Alonzo the brave.
God grants that to punish thy falsehood and
My ghost at thy marriage should sit by thy
Should tax thee with perjury, claim thee as
"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
incing round them pale spectres are seen :
ir liquor is blood, and this horrible stave
y howl: 66
To the health of Alonzo the
And his consort the false Imogene."
Might walk with peace, and cheer the tranquil
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.
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
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
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!
(Lulling to sad repose the weary sense The faint pang stealest unperceiv'd away); On thee I rest my only hope at last,
HOSE was that gentle voice, that whisper-And think, when thou hast dried the bitter tear
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
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
In Fancy's fairy meads, the Elysian fields
Of infantine illusion, on the breast
Of boys, who court, like us, the classic Muse,
And daily sip the dews of Castalie.
Happy the school-boy! did he prize his bliss,
Twere ill exchang'd for all the dazzling gems
That gaily sparkle in ambition's eye;
His are the joys of nature, his the smile,
The cherub smile of innocence and health,
Sorrow unknown, or if a tear he shed,
He wipes it soon; for hark! the cheerful voice
Of comrades calls him to the top, or ball:
Away he hies, and clamours as he goes
With glee, which causes him to tread on air;
Bounding along elastic to the field,
Or play-ground, scarce the well stuff'd leathern
Springs from the earth so light, so swift as he: And well he earns the sports he well enjoys, For from the morning's dawn o'er learning's
His steady eye has por'd till eventide.
Early he awoke; scarcely had chanticleer
Announc'd Aurora's orient blushing beams,
When from the turret of the classic dome.
The bell importunate, rang shrill and loud,
And call'd him from his pillow; up he sprang,
Shaking soft slumbers from his shining eyes,
And eager to renew his daily task.
First lowly on his knees with orisons
His Father high in heaven he supplicates
To bless his earthly father, her that bore him,
Friends, tutors, all that watch with anxious care
To guide his footsteps in the paths of peace:
Then to the limpid spring he hies, and laves
In the cold element his morning face.
His flowing locks well kempt, all neat and
As vernal violets wash'd with drops of dew,
He takes his seat upon the classic bench,.
With Lily's volume duly op'd before him,
And cons the task to memory assign'd,
Repeating rules of grammar o'er and o'er
With patience unsubdu'd; for now and then
He sweetens toil with gingerbread's nice cakes,
Or apples pär'd unseen beneath the form,
Or conversation softly interchang'd
Of nests, slides, marbles, weighty cares,
Yet not unpleasing; till now the busy school
Glows with a general hum, as when in May
The bees go forth to rifle honied flowers,
They buzand murmur, yet no labour slight,
But bring home luscious loads to enrich the
The morning part well sail, new cares suc...ceed;
For now the authors of a golden age,
Virgil and Horace, Tully's copious page,
And Honier's manly melody invite
Harmonious; polish'd is his ear, and keen
His intellect, he hears, he tastes, he feels,
Till his whole soul elate with ecstacy,
Catching the flame of genius, boldly dares
To emulate the beauties he admires:
Hence in the evening exercise the theme
Pregnant with moral truth, express'd in style
Purely Augustan; one day sure to grace
The bar, the pulpit, or the author's page,
Himself to aggrandize, and serve mankind.
Nor seldom does the stripling snatch the lyre,
And strike the deep-ton'd shell. Alcæus now
He emulates; whose sinewy nervous lines
Pour forth like Handel's strains-full harmony;
And now he sings with Sappho softly sweet;
The liquid measures flow like honied drops
That trickle from the dodal cells of bees,
Adonis closing the mellifluent lay
With gentlest cadence. Listen yet once more
'Tis elegy I hear; the mournful verse
Is simple; yet is nature's voice, and comes
Directly from the heart;-and to the heart
It deeply pierces; I could weep, and smile
To think I wept-how plaintive are the not.
Like such as oft I hear the nightingale
Modestly warble from the thicket shade,
Concealment seeking, yet betray'd by tones
Softer and sweeter than Italia's sons"
Strain from their throats to raptur'd theate
But not to ode and elegy alone
His ardour leads; 1s emulative skill
In epigram he tries; and many a point
Which Martial might not blush to own,
In classical expression neat and terse.
Oft on the banks of Medway, near the do
Of Sydney's noble race, he sits reclin'd,
And meditates the verse where Waller sat
And sung his Sacharissa; by his side
Horace and Ovid. While the trembling
With Hy appendant lures the golden chub,
His pencil in his hand, he studious notes
Some bright idea, or some polish'd phrase
Suggested by the Muse, that haunts the gr
Of Penshurst, classic ground: if Britain's i
Can claim such ground, then Penshurst
the claim, Though solitude now reigns, and the heret Drowns with his din the song of Philomel.
The task now finish'd, to the master's eve The stripling bard submits with anxiousher. Happy, thrice happy could it meet with pr His bosom throbs, till soon the judge's brow That frown'd terrific, gentler looks assume; He calls the urchin with a friendly voice, And stroking his curl'd locks, “fisgood,” k cries,
And to reward thy well-done task I grant "A holiday." Strait all the air resounds A holiday! loud shouts from infant lips Proclaim a holiday! Out they eager rush
'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
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.
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
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
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
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
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
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.