I am out of humanity's reach, Divinely bestowed upon man, How soon would I taste you again! My sorrows I then might assuage In the ways of religion and truth, Might learn from the wisdom of age, And be cheered by the sallies of youth. Religion! what treasure untold Resides in that heavenly word! Or all that this earth can afford. Or smiled when a sabbath appeared. Ye winds that have made me your sport, Of a land I shall visit no more. Though a friend I am never to see. How fleet is a glance of the mind! Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land, In a moment I seem to be there; But alas! recollection at hand Soon hurries me back to despair. But the seafowl is gone to her nest, And I to my cabin repair. And reconciles man to his lot. Fair Science poured the light of truth, And Genius shed his rays. See! with united wonder cried Th' experienced and the sage, Discernment, eloquence, and grace, The praise bestowed was just and wise; So the best courser on the plain ODE TO PEACE. COME, peace of mind, delightful guest! Return, and make thy downy nest Once more in this sad heart: Nor riches I nor power pursue, Nor hold forbidden joys in view; We therefore need not part. Where wilt thou dwell, if not with me, And pleasure's fatal wiles? The banquet of thy smiles? The great, the gay, shall they partake To be a guest with them? For thee I panted, thee I prized,, Whate'er I loved before; ON THE PROMOTION OF EDWARD THURLOW, ESQ. To the Lord High Chancellorship of England. HUMAN FRAILTY. WEAK and irresolute is man; The purpose of to-day, Woven with pains into his plan, To-morrow rends away. The bow well bent, and smart the spring, In vain, recorded in historic page, Vice seems already slain; But passion rudely snaps the string, And it revives again. Some foe to his upright intent 'Tis here the folly of the wise Through all his art we view; And, while his tongue the charge denies, His conscience owns it true. Bound on a voyage of awful length, And dangers little known, But oars alone can ne'er prevail, To reach the distant coast; The breath of heaven must swell the sail, Or all the toil is lost. THE MODERN PATRIOT. REBELLION is my theme all day; I only wish 't would come Yon roaring boys, who rave and fight I always held them in the right, But most so when most frantic. When lawless mobs insult the court, The choicest flowers she bears, Your house about your ears. Such civil broils are my delight, Though some folks can't endure them, Who say the mob are mad outright, And that a rope must cure them. A rope! I wish we patriot had Such strings for all who need 'emWhat! hang a man for going mad! Then farewell British freedom. ON OBSERVING SOME NAMES OF LITTLE NOTE RE- OH, fond attempt to give a deathless lot They court the notice of a future age: So when a child, as playful children use, REPORT OF AN ADJUDGED CASE, NOT TO BE FOUND IN ANY OF THE BOOKS. BETWEEN Nose and Eyes a strange contest arose, The spectacles set them unhappily wrong; The point in dispute was, as all the world knows, To which the said spectacles ought to belong. So Tongue was the lawyer, and argued the cause With a great deal of skill, and a wig full of learning; While chief baron Ear sat to balance the laws, So famed for his talent in nicely discerning. In behalf of the Nose it will quickly appear, And your lordship, he said, will undoubtedly find, That the Nose has had spectacles always to wear, Which amounts to possession time out of mind. Then holding the spectacles up to the courtYour lordship observes they are made with a straddle As wide as the ridge of the Nose is; in short, Again, would your lordship a moment suppose That the visage or countenance had not a nose, Pray who would, or who could, wear spectacles then? On the whole it appears, and my argument shows, With a reasoning the court will never condemn, That the spectacles plainly were made for the Nose, And the Nose was as plainly intended for them. Then shifting his side (as a lawyer knows how,) He pleaded again in behalf of the Eyes; But what were his arguments few people know, For the court did not think they were equally wise. So his lordship decreed with a grave solemn tone, Decisive and clear, without one if or butThat, whenever the Nose put his spectacles on, By daylight or candlelight-Eyes should be shut! ON THE SAME. WHEN wit and genius meet their doom In all devouring flame, They tell us of the fate of Rome, And bid us fear the same. O'er MURRAY's loss the Muses wept, There Memory, like the bee, that's fed The quintessence of all he read The lawless herd, with fury blind, Have done him cruel wrong; The flowers are gone-but still we find The honey on his tongue. THE LOVE OF THE WORLD REPROVED; OR HYPOCRISY DETECTED.* THUS says the prophet of the Turk, It may be proper to inform the reader, that this piece has already appeared in print, having found its way, though with some unnecessary additions by an unknown hand, into the Leeds Journal without the author's privity. May taste, what'er his inclination, He meant not to forbid the head; You laugh-'tis well.-The tale applied Some love a concert, or a race; ON THE DEATH OF MRS. (NOW LADY) THROCKMORTON'S BULFINCH. Where Rhenus strays his vines among, The honours of his ebon poll With which Aurora decks the skies, Above, below, in all the house, No cat had leave to dwell; Well latticed--but the grate, alas! For bully's plumage sake, But smooth with wands from Ouse's side, Night veiled the pole, all seemed secure: A beast forth sallied on the scout, The plentiful moisture encumbered the flower, The cup was all filled, and the leaves were all wet, To weep for the buds it had left with regret, I hastily seized it, unfit as it was For a nosegay, so dripping and drowned, And such, I exclaimed, is the pitiless part Regardless of wringing and breaking a heart Long-backed, long-tailed, with whiskered snout, This elegant rose, had I shaken it less, And badger-coloured hide. He, entering at the study door, Its ample area 'gan explore; And something in the wind Conjectured, sniffing round and round, Just then, by adverse fate impressed, For, aided both by ear and scent, Ah, muse! forbear to speak His teeth were strong, the cage was wood- Oh had he made that too his prey; Maria weeps the muses mourn→→ On Thracian Hebrus' side The cruel death he died. THE ROSE. THE Rose had been washed, just washed in a shower, Which Mary to Anna conveyed, Might have bloomed with its owner awhile; And the tear that is wiped with a little address, May be followed perhaps by a smile. THE DOVES. REASONING at every step he treads, While meaner things, whom instinct leads, One silent eve I wandered late, Our mutual bond of faith and truth While innocence without disguise, And mine can read them there Those ills that wait on all below, Or gently felt, and only so, As being shared with thee. When lightnings flash among the trees, I fear lest thee alone they seize, 'Tis then I feel myself a wife, But oh! if fickle and unchaste, No need of lightnings from on high, Thus sang the sweet sequestered bird, A COMPARISON. THE lapse of time and rivers is the same, And a wide ocean swallows both at last. A FABLE. A RAVEN, while with glossy breast The morning came, when neighbour Hodge, MORAL. 'Tis Providence alone secures ANOTHER.. ADDRESSED TO A YOUNG LADY. SWEET stream, that winds through yonder glade, THE POET'S NEW-YEAR'S GIFT. TO MRS. (NOW LADY) THROCKMORTON. MARIA! I have every good For thee wished many a time, Both sad and in a cheerful mood, But never yet in rhyme. To wish thee fairer is no need, More prudent or more sprightly, What favour then not yet possessed, In wedded love already blest, To thy whole heart's desire? None here is happy but in part; That wish, on some fair future day, |