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O gently close the eye,
That lov’d to look on you :
Whose latest breath was true.
With knots of sweetest flow'rs
Their winding-sheet perfume ; And wash their wounds with true love show'rs, And dress them for the tomb.
O for the death of those, &c.
Ye spotted snakes, with double tongue,
Thorny hedge-hogs, be not seen;
Philomel, with melody,
Lulla, lulla, lullaby :
Lulla, lulla, lullaby.
Weaving spiders, come not here,
Hence, ye long-leg'd spinners, hence :
Philomel, with melody, &c.
BY MRS. RADCLIFFE.
In the sightless air I dwell,
On the sloping sun-beams play, Delve the cavern's inmost cell,
Where never yet did day-light stay; Dive beneath the green sea waves,
And sport amid the briny deep; Skim every shore that Neptune laves,
From Lapland's plain to India's steep:
And listen to celestial sounds
That swell the air, unheard of men, As I watch my nightly rounds
O’er woody steep and silent glen: Then when the breeze has sunk away,
And ocean scarce is heard to lave, For me the sea-nymphs softly play
Their dulcet shells beneath the wave,
In thrilling sounds that murmur woe,
And pausing silence makes more dread; In music breathing from below,
Sad solemn sounds that wake the dead. Unseen I move, unknown am fear’d,
And fancy's wildest dreams I weave ; And oft by bards my voice is heard
To die along the gales of eve.
BY THE SAME.
Down, down, a thousand fathom deep,
go, Play round the foot of every steep,
Whose cliffs above the ocean grow.
roll above, And through the waters view on high
The proud ship's sail, and gay clouds move.
And oft at midnight's stillest hour,
When summer-seas the vessel lave, I love to prove my charmful power,
While floating on the moon-light wave:
And the sad lover musing leans
Such strains as speak no mortal means.
Sometimes a single note I swell,
That softly sweet at distance dies ; Then wake the magic of my shell,
When choral voices round me rise:
who silent bend O'er the high deck, but list in vain,
My song is hushd, my wonders end.
Nor blazing gems, nor silken sheen,
Life's like a ship, in constant motion,
Sometimes high, and sometimes low; Where every one must brave the ocean,
Whatsoever wind may blow : If unassail'd by squall or show'r,
Wafted by the gentle gales; Let's not lose the fav'ring hour,
While success attends the sails.
Or if the wayward winds should bluster,
Let us not give way to fear ;
And learn from Reason how to steer :
'Tis a ballast never fails ;
To manage well the swelling sails.
Trust not too much your own opinion,
While your vessel's under way ;
That's a compass will not stray :
Or Boreas on the surface rails;
And Providence attend the sails.
Then, when you're safe from danger, riding
In some welcome port or bay ;
And Care awhile enslumber'd lay :
And good fellowship prevails;
success unto our sails.'*
[This excellent nautical song is taken from the poetry of various glees, &c. performed at the society of Harmonists, and printed for presentation to the members only, in the year 1798, at the expence of Mr. George Fryer. 118 ingenious author is not named.]