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Plants that with early perfume feed the breeze
May belt each dank and noxious vapour chase.
Turnfole and piony, and all the train
Ill suit the copse where death and filence reign.
Where vivlers sweet their twofold purple spread,
Or with'ring hang its emblematic head,
That wakeful love with penfive step will go ;
Left haply it disturb the friend below.
Potent enough to wake such sleep profound,
Pours from his trump the worli-diffolving sound.
An eye to pity, would that fear reprove?
Can mock the foibles of surviving love.
Have power the social charities to spread;
Which, while it warms the heart, improves the head.
Till with priinæval purity it shines.
His humbier praise; for Gray or fail'd to fee,
Or lean'd like nie against this ivy'd wall,
Then sweetest when it flow'd at nature's call.
Each plant's peculiar character could seize;
To all these fow'rs, a thousand fimiles.
Has mix'd with dear maternal dust his own;
* This epithet is used to call to the reader's recolletion a paffage in Shakespear, descriptive of a character to which in its beft parts Mr. Gray's was not diffimilar, Duke Sen. But what said Jaques ?
Did he' not moralize this spectacle?
As you like it, 18 2. Scene I. ,
Ev'n now the pang, which parting friendship gave,
Thrills at my heart, and tells me he is gone.
Congenial to this consecrated gloom;
Of grief, like mine, that lives beyond the tomb: Shows me that you, though doom'd the livelong year
For scanty food the toiling arm to ply,
To heave, when mem'ry bids, the ready figh.
Serves but to chill affećtion's native fires,
Were but a gift would multiply your cares; Of matter and of mind let reasoners nice
Dispute; be patience yours, presumption theirs. You know (wbat more can earthly science know?)
That all must die; by revelation's ray Illum’d, you trust the allies plac'd below
These flowry tuits, fall rise again to day. . What if you deem, by hoar tradition led,
To you perchance devolv'd from Druids old, That parted fouls at folemn seafous tread
The circles that their shrines of clay enfold? What if you deem they some sad pleasure take
These poor memorials of your love to view, And scent the perfume for the planter's fake,
That breathies from vulgar rosemary and rue? Unfeeling Wit may scorn, and Pride may frown;
Yet Fancy, empress of the realms of song, Shall bless the decent mode, and reason own
It may be right-for who can prove i: wrong?
Lines addressed to a FOUNTAIN,
[From LYRIC Poems.]
Where timid fíocks repose:
To shape my course by thine ;
A votive wreath I twine.
There every figure stands confest,
Of Candour's radiant robe-
And Honour rules the globe.
But if those gleams fallacious prove
That paint the world fo fair;
No soft asylum there;
To Ini'rest's sordid shrine; .
The dream of bliss be mine.
Scenery by MOONLIGHT, MELNA and the GROst of HIDALLAN.
the VALES of Wever, a loco-descriptive Poem, by J.
TJERE as the filent orb of night
Such scenes the forrowing Melna fought,
And wail'd her warrior's thirst of fame.
Wove a black canopy of cloud, i
Queen of the skies, who silver'st wide
This dreary world with glory's fea,
And pour thy lucid streams on me!
Here muffled dark in horrors dread,
I bow to sacred Love's command,
And terror chills with palsied hand :
Oh hear! oh guide these wilder'd feet
To where my lov'd Hidallan stays;
To light his eyes with fond amaze!
Give him, oh! ere with life I part,
Give him to lull these wild alarms;
Once more to bless his Melna's arms !
Then ceas'd the fair. With swimming eyes
She mark'd the Nade-embosom'd skies, 1797.