WILLIAM KENDALL. 1793. Mr. Kendall has translated part of Filangieri's work on the Science of Legislation; and he is author of a volume of elegant Poems. He is reported to be a native of Devonshire. ERE LAURA met my ravish'd view, My cheek confess'd health's roseate bloom; My soul nor love nor sorrow knew— How beauty's power hath chang'd my doom! 'Mid lonely glades, with tear-fraught eyes, Now, lull'd by Hope's elysian smile, But ah! too soon my grief returns- And all the dear illusion flies! R. A. DAVENPORT. 1796. Richard Alfred Davenport, Esq. was born at Lambeth, in the county of Surry, January 18, 1777. It is from a publication entitled the "Poetical Register," projected by him in the year 1800, and since annually continued, that Mr. Davenport seems principally to derive his consideration as a poet; and from this work are transcribed several productions that enrich the present Series. Formed by the study of our early poetical classics, the diction of this writer is peculiarly calculated for the expression of anatory feelings. He certainly displays, on all occasions, a sweetness and simplicity of style seldom discoverable in the compositions of the modern muse. In 1800, Mr. Davenport married Miss Wheler, a very beautiful young lady, descended from families respectable for their antiquity and property. To this lady, his IANTHE, many of Mr. Davenport's poems are supposed to refer. TO ********* Ir from that hour the dewy Morn's bright eyes That speak a heart with saddest woe in tune, If when thy mild, thy angel-voice I hear, On the soft sounds to dwell-ô Maid divine !— Might claim one tender sigh, one pitying tear ; The pitying tear, the tender sigh were mine. TO *********. Aн, me! in vain wild wood, or noiseless dell, Hath treasur'd up each charm of thy fair face, Thy matchless mind, thy form's transcendent grace; And loves, all else forgot, on them to dwell! Each blooming flower in silence speaks of thee; Thine swift recalls with brighter beauty crown'd! YES, false one, triumph in my woes, Yet, poor the pleasure thou hast gain'd, Nor vainly think my tears, my sighs, ΤΟ "TWAS not the quick and dazzling glance, That fires and overpowers the soul, And wraps it in delirious trance, That bow'd me to thy sweet controul : No! 'twas from eyes of heavenly blue, 'Twas not the firm, commanding voice, Whose rapid eloquence o'erflows, And seems at homage to rejoice, That rous'd my breast from dull repose. No! 'twas the soft and melting tones, And while that winning voice I hear, TO MY RIVAL. TELL me, poor Rival! tell me why, The fruitless hopeless chase pursuing, TO LELIA'S presence still you fly, By many a pray'r her favour wooing? Dost thou not mark how deaf an ear She turns to all thy soft advances ? Dost thou not mark, what looks severe On thee my Lelia often glances? In vain her face and form you praise; Each gem that Earth's dark caves contain And proudly spurn thy dazzling offer! No! never shalt thou triumph o'er Her heart, for me with passion glowing! One smile of mine she prizes more Than boundless wealth of thy bestowing. What madness in thy soul would dwell! As fond she clasps her arms around me: To see me on her breast recline, Entranc'd in more than mortal pleasure; While from her lips she showers on mine Of kisses her ambrosial treasure. Then soft she breathes the' impassion'd vow"Dearest! no time our bands shall sever; For truely as I love thee now, So truely will I love thee ever. |