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As slow and solemn yonder deepening knell
SONNET. To THE FiRE.
My friendly fire, thou blazest clear and bright, Nor smoke nor ashes soil thy grateful flame; Thy temperate splendour cheers the gloom of night, Thy genial heat enlivens the chill'd frame. I love to muse me o'er the evening hearth, I love to pause in meditation's sway; And whilst each object gives reflection birth, Mark thy brisk rise, and see thy slow decay: And I would wish, like thee, to shine serene, Like thce, within mine influence, all to cheer; And wish at last, in life's declining scene, As I had beam'd as bright, to fade as clear: So might my children ponder o'er my shrine, And o'er my ashes muse, as I will muse over thine.
SONNET. The FAded Flower.
UNGRAteful he who pluckt thee from thy stalk,
SONNET. T TO THE NIGHTINGALE.
SAD songstress of the night, no more I hear
The shrill bat flutters by ; from yon dark tower
SONNET. to neflection.
Hence, busy torturer, wherefore should mine eye
THE MAD WOMAN.
The circumstance on which the following Ballad is founded, happened not many years ago in Bristol. The Traveller's hands were white with cold, The Traveller's lips were blue, Oh! glad was he when the village church So near was seen in view!
He hasten'd to the village Inn,
There sat a woman on a grave,
Her feet were bare, and on her breast
She sate with her face towards the wind,
Is there never a Christian in the place, To her the Traveller cried,
Who will let thee, this cold winter time, Sit by his fire-side?
I have fire in my head, she answered him,
And there will be no winter time
A curse upon thee, man,
And he saw the woman's eyes, like one
And when he to the inn-door came, And the host his greeting gave,
He ask'd who that mad woman was Who sate upon the grave.
Pig! t is your master's pleasure—then be still, And hold your nose to let the iron through!
Dare you resist your lawful Sovereign's will? Rebellious Swine! you know not what you do!
To man o'er beast the power was given;
Would you rebel against the will of Heaven?
The social Pig resigns his natural rights
He barters them for safer stye delights,
Sure is provision on the social plan,
Oh, happy Swine! the impartial sway of man
And you resist! you struggle now because
You grunt in flat rebellion to the laws
Go to the forest, Piggy, and deplore
See how the young Pigs fly from the great Boar,
Behold their hourly danger, when who will
Oh, happy Pig' whom none presumes to kill
And when, at last, the closing hour of life
When in your throat you feel the long sharp knife,
And when, at last, the death wound yawning wide,
Is there no grateful joy,"no loyal pride,
TO A COLLEGE CAT.
WRITTEN SOON AFTER The INSTALLATIon AT oxford, 1793.
Toll on, toll on, old Bell ! I'll neither pray
And Cats as well as Kings love flattery.
What a magic lies
What wildly-beauteous form, Iligh on the summit of you bicrown'd hill, Lovely in horror, takes her dauntless stand? Though speeds the thunder there its deep'ning way, Though round her head the lightnings play, Undaunted she abides the storm: She waves her magic wand, The clouds retire, the storm is still; Bright beams the sun unwonted light around, And many a rising flower bedecks the enchanted ground.
Romance! I know thee now, I know the terrors of thy brow; I know thine aweful mien, thy beaming eye; And lo! whilst mists arise around Yon car that cleaves the pregnant ground, Two fiery dragons whirl her through the sky. Her milder sister loves to rove Amid Parnassus' laurell'd grove, On Iselicon's harmonious side, To mark the gurgling streamlet glide; Meantime, through wilder scenes and sterner skies, From clime to clime the ardent genius flies.
She speeds to yonder shore, 3
Where ruthless tempests roar, Where sturdy winter holds his northern reign, Nor vernal suns relax the ice-pil'd plain:
' The statute that excludes cats, dogs, and all other singing-birds, from the college precincts.
* - Always encounterpetulance with gentleness. and perverseness with kindness: a sentl hand will lead the elephant itself by a hair.--From the Persian Rosary, by Eddin Sadi. Enfield's History of Philosophy.
* Fictions of Romance, popular in Scandinavia at an early pe— drio.
Dim shadows circle round her secret seat,
Yet lovelier oft in milder sway, She wends abroad her magic way; The holy prelate owns her power; In soft'ning tale relates The snowy Ethiop's matchless charms, The outlaw's den, the clang of arms, And love's too-varying fates; The storms of persecution lower, Austere devotion gives the stern command, « Commit yon impious legend to the fires;nCalm in his conscious worth, the sage retires, And saves the invalu'd work, and quits the thankless land; High tow’rs his name the sacred list above, And ev'n the priest is prais'd who wrote of blameless love.
Around the tower, whose wall infolds
Around the patriot board, o The knights * attend their lord; The martial sieges hovring o'er, Enrapt the genius views the dauntless band; Still prompt for innocence to fight, Or quell the pride of proud oppression's might, They rush intrepid o'er the land; She gives them to the minstrel lore, Hands down her Launcelor's peerless name, Repays her Trist RAM's woes with fame; Borne on the breath of song, To future times descends the memory of the throng.
Foremost mid the peers of France 4
Romance the heighten’d tale has caught, Forth from the sad monastic cell,
• Heliodorus chose rather to be deprived of his see than burn his Ethiopics. The bishop's name would have slept with his fathers, the romancer is remembered.
* First exploit of the celebrated Regner Lodbrog.
* Knights of the round table.
4 the Paladines of France.
Where fiction with devotion loves to dwell,
Deep roll the papal thunders’ round,
Hark! Superstition sounds to war's alarms,
And hark! resound, in mingled sound, The clang of arms, the shriek of death; Each streaming gash bedevs the ground, And deep and hollow groans load the last struggling breath : Wide through the air the arrows fly, Darts, shields, and swords, commix'd appear; Deep is the cry, when thousands die, When Coeur de Lion's arm constrains to fear: Aloft the battle-axe in air Whirls around confus'd despair; Nor Acre's walls can check his course; Nor Sarzin millions stay his force.
Indignant, firm the warrior stood, The hungry lion gapes for food; His fearless eye beheld him nigh, Unarm'd, undaunted, saw the beast proceed: Romance, o'erhovering, saw the monster die, And scarce herself believ'd the more than wondrousdeed.
And now, with more terrific mien, She quits the sad degenerate scene; With many a talisman of mightiest pow'r, Borne in a rubied car, sublime she flies, Fire-breathing griffins waft her through the skies; Around her head the innocuous tempest lowers, To Gallia's favour’d realm she goes, And quits her magic state, and plucks her lovely rose.;
Imagination waves her wizard wand,
What fiends, what monsters, circling round, arise!”
By Fiction's shield secure, for many a year
But lo! Cenvaxtes waves his pointed spear,
'Instead of forging the life of a saint, Archbishop Turpin was better employed in falsif int; the history of Charlemagne. * A bull was issued, commanding all good citizens to believe Ariosto's poem, founded upon Turpin's history. * Arabian fictions ingrasued on the Gothic romance. “Romance of the Rose, written soon after the Crusades. * Early prose Romances, originally Spanish.
The blameless warrior comes; he first to wield
Sound, Fame, thy loudest blast, For Spensea pours the tender strain, And shapes to glowing forms the motley train; The elfin tribes around Await his potent sound, And o'er his head Romance her brightest splendours cast. Deep through the air let sorrow's banner wave! For penury oer Spensea's friendless head Her chilling mantle spread; For Genius cannot save! Virtue bedevs the blameless poet's dust; But fame, exulting, clasps her favourite's laurel'd bust.
Fain would the grateful Muse, to thee, Rousseau,
Fain would the raptur'd lyre ecstatic glow,
Let my calm stream of life smooth its meek course along;
Let no weak vanity dispense
Although by all unheard the melodies expire.
Lo! where the livid lightning flies
So boisterous riot, on his course
And lightning, like its fatal force,
Whilst sober Temperance, still the same,
And, like the sun's cnlivening flame,
Shall beam the lamp of life.
• Fictions of Romance, allegorized by Spenser.