Tell not of realms by ruthless war difmay'd;
Ah! hapless realms that war's oppreffion feel!
In vain may AUSTRIA boaft her Noric blade,
If AUSTRIA bleed beneath her boasted steel.

Beneath her palm IDUME vents her moan;

Raptur'd the once beheld its friendly shade! And hoary MEMPHIS boafts her tombs alone, The mournful types of mighty pow'r decay'd!

No crefcent here displays its baneful horns;

No turban'd hoft the voice of truth reproves ;
Learning's free fource the fage's breast adorns,
And poets, not inglorious, chaunt their loves.

Boaft, favour'd MEDIA, boaft thy flow'ry stores;
Thy thousand hues by chymic funs refin’d;
"Tis not the dress or mien my foul adores,

"Tis the rich beauties of BRITANNIA's mind.

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While GREENVILLE's breaft cou'd virtue's stores afford,
What envy'd flota bore so fair a freight?

The mine compar'd in vain its latent hoard,
The gem its luftre, and the gold its weight.:

Thee GREENVILLE, thee with calmeft courage fraught,
Thee the lov'd image of thy native fhore!
Thee by the virtues arm'd the graces taught,

When shall we cease to boast, or to deplore?

-Lout the time of captain GREENVILLE's death.

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Prefumptuous war, which could thy life deftroy,
What fhall it now in recompence décrée ?
While friends that merit every earthly joy,
Feel every anguish; feel-the lofs of thee!

Bid me no more a fervile realm compare,
No more the mufe of partial praise arraign;
BRITANNIA fees no foreign breast fo fair,
And if the glory, glories not in vain.

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ROM a lone tow'r with rev'rend ivy crown'd,
The pealing bell awak'd a tender figh';
Still, as the village caught the waving found,
A fwelling tear diftream'd from ev'ry eye.

So droop'd, I ween, each BRITON's breast of old,
When the dull curfew spoke their freedom fled;
For fighing as the mournful accent roll'd,

Our hope, they cry'd, our kind fupport, is dead!

'Twas

* The pehns of HARBOROUGH; a place whese name in the SAXON language, alludes to an army. And there is a tradition that there was a battle fought, on the Downs adjoining, betwixt the BRITONS and the ROMANS.

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'Twas good PALEMON-hear a fhaded pool,
A groupe of ancient elms umbrageous rofe;
The flocking rooks, by instinct's native rule,

This peaceful fcene, for their afylum, chofe.

A few small spires, to Gothic fancy fair,
Amid the shades emerging, ftruck the view;
'Twas here his youth refpir'd its earliest air
'Twas here his age breath'd out its laft adieu.

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One favour'd fon engag'd his tenderest care;
One pious youth his whole affection crown'd:
In his young breaft the virtues fprung fo fair,
Such charms difplay'd, fueh fweets diffus'd around.

But whilft gay tranfport in his face appears,

A noxious vapour clogs the poison'd sky ;
Blafts the fair crop-the fire is drown'd in tears,
And, fearce furviving, fees his CYNTHIO die!

O'er the pale corfe we faw him gently bend;
Heart-chill'd with grief-my thread, he cry'd, is fpun!
"If heav'n had meant I fhou'd my life extend,
Heav'n had preferv'd my life's fuppoft, my fon."

Snatch'd in thy prime ! alas the ftroke were mild,
Had my frail form obey'd the fates' decree!
Bleft were my lot, O CYNTHIO! O my child ! .
Had heav'n fa pleas'd, and I had dy'd for thee."

Five

Five fleepless nights he stem'd this tide of woes;
Five irksome funs he faw, thro' tears, forlorn!"
On his pale corfe the fixth fad morning rofe;

From yonder dome the mournful bier was borne.

"Twas on those downs, by Roman hofts annoy'd,
Fought our bold fathers; ruftic, unrefin'de
Freedom's plain fons, in martial cares employ'd!
They ting'd their bodies, but unmask'd their mind:

"Twas there, in happier times, this virtuous race, Of milder merit, fix'd their calm retreat; oi War's deadly crimson had forfook the place,

And freedom fondly lov'd the chofen feat.

No wild ambition fir'd their tranquil breaft,

To fwell with empty founds a spotless name; If foft'ring skies, the fun, the fhow'r were bleft,

Their bounty spread; their field's extent the fame.

Thofe fields, profufe of raiment, food, and fire,
They fcorn'd to leffen, carelefs to extend ;.
Bade luxury, to lavish courts afpire,
And avarice, to city-breafts defcend.

None, to a virgin's mind, prefer'd her dow'r ;
To fire with vicious hopes a modest heir:
The fire, in place of titles, wealth, or pow'r,
Affign'd him virtue; and his lot was fair.

* HARBOROUGH Downs.

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They spoke of fortune, as some doubtful dame,
That sway'd the natives of a distant sphere;
From lucre's vagrant fons had learnt her fame, brota
But never with'd to place her banners here.

Here youth's free spirit, innocently gay,

Enjoy'd the most that innocence can give ; Those wholesome sweets that border virtue's way; Thofe cooling fruits, that we may taste and live.

Their board no ftrange ambiguous viand bore;
From their own ftreams their choicer fare they drew,
To lure the fcaly glutton to the fhore,

The fole deceit their artless bosom knew!

Sincere themselves, ah too secure to find

The common bofom, like their own, fincere! 'Tis its own guilt alarms the jealous mind;

'Tis her own poison bids the viper fear.

Sketch'd on the lattice of th' adjacent fane,

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Their fuppliant bufts implore the reader's pray'r ;

Ah gentle fouls! enjoy your blissful reign,
And let frail mortals claim your guardian care.

For fure, to blissful realms the fouls are flown,

That never flatter'd, injur'd, censur'd, strove;
The friends of science ! mufic, all their own;
Mufic, the voice of virtue and of love!
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