POETRY. ODE for the NEW YEAR, 1781. A SK round the world, from age to age, Afk of her inborn worth, and deeds of high renown, The haughty Spaniard's galling yoke? Who bade the Belgian mounds with freedom ring? And rais'd the Auftrian eagle's drooping wings? Check'd, and abafh'd, and taught to fear, Does Europe fit? or, more unkind, Has bid too long th' astonish'd nations gaze: That glory burns too bright, they cannot bear the blaze! Court not an envious or a timid friend; Firm in thyfelf undaunted rife, On thy own arm, and righteous Heaven depend. On felf-fupported pinions borne, Again fhalt thou look down with fcorn On an oppofing world, and all its wily ways; Grown Grown greater from diftrefs, And eager ftill to bless, As truely generous as thou'rt truely brave, Again fhalt crush the proud, again the conquer'd fave. ELPHIN'S CONSOLATION, an Ode of TALIESIN. Taliefin, when an infant, was found expofed on the water, wrapped in a leathern bag, in a wear which han been granted to Elphin, fon of Gwyddno, for his fupport. The young prince, reduced by his exravagance, burst into tears, at finding, as he imagined, fo unprofitable a booty. However, he took pity on the infant, and caufed proper care to be taken of him. After this, Elphin profpered; and Taliefin, when he grew up, wrote the following moral Ode, fuppofed to have been addreffed to the prince by the infant bard, on the night in which he was found. [From Mr. PENNANT'S JOURNEY to SNOWDON.] E I. LPHIN! fair as roseate morn, Ceafe, O lovely youth! to mourn; Mortals never should prefume To difpute their Maker's doom. Feeble race! too blind to fcan What th'Almighty deigns for man ; See glift'ning fpoils in fhoals appear, II. Elphin fair! the clouds difpell Thy Thy great Creator's wonders trace, Then doubt, and fear, and pain will fly, Yet heav'n illumes my foaring mind. III. Elphin fair! with virtue bleft, If rous'd, t'will yield thee fure relief, Think on that pow'r, whofe arm can save, Than thousands of thy fcaly prey? IV. Elphin! fair as rofeat morn, Ceafe, O lovely youth to mourn. My bofom glows celeftial fire; Mark! how it mounts! my lips difclofe Fix thy hopes on him alone, Who is th'eternal Three in One; Prayer acceptance meets from Heaven; LADY LADY BOTHWELL's LAMENT. [From the SCOTTISH TRAGIC BALLADS.] ALOW, my babe, lye ftill and fleip If thou'It be filent I'll be glad, When he began to feik my luve, Cares neither for my babe nor me. Lye ftill, my darling, fleip a while, Be ftill, my fad one: fpare thofe teirs, A father's fall, a baftard's name. Balow, &c. The first CHANSON a BOIRE, or DRINKING BALLAD of any Merit in our Language, and which appeared in the Year 1551. [From the third Volume of Mr. WARTON's History of English Poetry.] |