At every whisper of temptation start; Fresh from the bosom of an Alpine hill, SONNET. (Imitated from the Italian of Petrarch.) LONELY and thoughtful, o'er deserted plains Oh that the rocks and streams of solitude, SONNET, ON THE SIEGE OF GENOA BY THE FRENCH ARMY IN 1684. (Imitated from the Italian of Gaetana Passerini.) Liberty speaks. "My native Genoa! if with tearless eye, Think not thy daughter's heart is dead to thee. "Conquest to noble suffering lost the day, Kissed the dear relics, mouldering as they lay, SONNET, ON THE SIEGE OF FAMAGUSTA, IN THE ISLAND OF CYPRUS, BY THE TURKS IN 1571. (Imitated from the Italian of Benedetto dall' Uva.) THUS saith the LORD: "In whom shall Cyprus trust, In her voluptuous loves will she confide, Her harlot daughters, and her Queen of Lust? "Then he that bought, and he that sold in thee, And thou, who mad'st thy rampart of the sea, SONNET. THE CRUCIFIXION. (Imitated from the Italian of Crescembini.) I ASKED the Heavens, "What foe to GOD hath done I asked the Sea;-the Sea in fury boiled, And answered with his voice of storms, ""T was Man: I asked the Earth;-the Earth replied aghast, SONNET. (Imitated from the Italian of Gaetana Passerini.) IF in the field I meet a smiling flower, If, where the forest's darkest shadows lower, It seems to say, "I too extol the power The fountain purling, and the river strong, The rocks, the trees, the mountains raise one song; "Glory to GOD!" re-echoes in mine ear: Faithless were I, in wilful error blind, Did I not Him in all His creatures find, His voice through heaven, and earth, and ocean hear. SONNET. (Imitated from the Italian of Giambattista Cotta.) I SAW th' eternal GOD, in robes of light, Rise from His throne,-to judgment forth He came; As some triumphal oak, whose boughs have spread Sunk with the pressure of its Maker's tread, VERSES TO THE MEMORY OF THE LATE RICHARD REYNOLDS, OF BRISTOL. INTRODUCTION. THE Author has nothing to say in favour of the following verses, except that they are the sincere tribute of his affection, as well as his mind, to the Christian virtues of the deceased. Richard Reynolds was one of the Society of Friends; but, as far as human judgment can extend, he was one of those who also are Christians, not in word only, but in deed. To his memory the inhabitants of Bristol have already institutedand may their posterity perpetuate it!-the noblest monument, perhaps, that man ever raised in honour of his fellow-man, 30 No. I. THE DEATH OF THE RIGHTEOUS. THIS place is holy ground: But, lo! the break of day: What bright and sudden dawn appears, 'Tis not the morning light, That wakes the lark to sing; 'Tis not a meteor of the night, Nor track of angel's wing: It is an uncreated beam, Like that which shone on Jacob's dream. Eternity and Time Met for a moment here; From earth to heaven, a scale sublime |