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Plants that with early perfume feed the breeze
May bell each dank and noxious vapour chafe.
Turnfole and piony, and a!! the train
111 fuit the copfe where death and fiience reign.
Where viulets fweet their twofold purple fpread-,
Or with'ring hang its emblematic head.
That wakeful love with penfive ftep will go;
Left haply it difturb the friend below.
Potent enough to wa!:e fuch deep profound,
Pours from his trump the world-diffblving found.
An eye to pity, would that fear reprove?
Can mock the foibles of furviving love.
Have power the focial charities to fpread;
Which, while it warms the heart, improves the head.
That from the drofs of felf eachwifh refines,
Till with primaeval purity it Alines.
His humbler praife; for Gray or fail'd to fee,
Rich in the pathos of true poefy.
Or lean'd like me againft this ivy'd wall,
TJien fweeteft when it flow'd at nature's call.
Each plant's peculiar character could feize;
To all thefe flow'rs, a thoufand fimiles.
Has mix'd with dear maternal duft his own;
* This epithet is ufed to call to the reader's recollcftion a paflUge in Shakcfpcar, , dcfcriptive of a character to which in its beft parts Mr. Gray's was not diffimilar. Duke Sen. But what faid Jaques?
Did he'not moralize this fpeftacle?
Ai you Hit it, AB 2. Scene 1.
Ev'n now the pang, which parting friendfhip gave,
Thrills at my heart, and tells me he is gone.
Congenial to this coiiiecrated gloom;
Of grief, like mine, that lives beyond the tomb: • Shows me that you, though doonVd the livelong year
For fcanty food the toiling arm to ply,
To heave, when mem'ry bids, the ready figh.
Still aft as heartfelt fympathy infpires;
Serves but to chill affection's native fires.
Were but a gift would multiply your cares; Of matter and of mind let reafoners nice
Difpute; be patience yours, prefumption theirs. You know (what more can earthly fcieiice know?)
That all muft die; by revelation's ray Illum'd, you truft the allies plac'd below
Thefe flow'ry tuits, iliall rife again to day. What if yon deem, by hoar tradition led.
To you perchance devolv'd from Druids old, That parted fouls at foltmn feafons tread
The circles that their (hrines of clay enfold? What if you deem they fome fad pleafure take
Thefe poor memorials of your love to view, And: fcent the perfume for the planter's fake,
That breathes from vulgar rofemary and rue? Unfeeling Wit may fcorn, and Pride may frown;
Yet Fancy, emprefs of the realms of fong, Shall blefs the decent mode, and reafon own
It may be right—for who can prove v. wrong I
Lines addrtfled to a Fountain.
SEQJJESTER'D Fountain! ever pure,
Where timid flocks repofe:
There every figure (lands confeft, i
Of Candour's radiant robe—
And Honour rules the globe.
But if thofe gleams fallacious prove
That paint the world io fair;
No foft afylum there;
To lnt'reft's fordid (brine;'
Be yours, ye gloomy fons of Woe!
The dream of blifs be mine.
Scenkry by Moonlight, Melna and theGnosT of Hidallas. [From the Valbs of Wever, a loco-defcriptive Poem, by J.
HERE as the filent orb of night
Suck fcenes the forrowing Melna fought,
And wail'd her warrior's thirft of fame.
Wove a .black canopy of cloud,
Queen of the fides, who filver'ft wide
This dreary world* with glory's fea,
And pour thy lucid ftreams on me!
Here muffled dark in horrors dread,
I bow to facred Love's command,
And terror chilis with palfied hand:
Oh hear! oh guide thefe wilder'd feet To where my lov"d Hidallan ftays; ■ Give me his long-loft form to meet,
To light his eyes with fond amaze! ,'
Give him, oh! ere with life I'part,
Give him to lull thefe wild alarms;
Once more to blefs his Melna's arms!
Then ceas'd the fair. With fwimming eves She mark'd the fliade-embofom'd flues.' 797- M &w