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WHEN eyes are beaming
What never tongue might tell,
From their crystal cell ;
Of them that bid farewell!
When hope is chidden
That fain of bliss would tell,
In the breast to dwell ;
Of them that bid farewell !
God that madest Earth and Heaven,
Darkness and light!
For rest the night!
This livelong night!
HILL! whose high daring with renew'd success
factious crowd Blasphem'd their country's valour, babbling loud! Then was thine arm reveal'd, to whose young
might, By Toulon's leaguer'd wall, the fiercest bow'd; Whom Egypt honour'd, and the dubious fight Of sad Corunna's winter, and more bright Douro, and Talavera's gory bays ; Wise, modest, brave, in danger foremost found. O still, young warrior, may thy toil-earn’d praise, With England's love, and England's honour
crown'd, Gild with delight thy Father's latter days!
AN ODE BY KOODRUT, IN HINDOOSTANEE.
AMBITION's voice was in my ear, she whisperd
yesterday, “ How goodly is the land of Room, how wide the
Russian sway! How blest to conquer either realm, and dwell
through life to come, Lull’d by the harp's melodious string, cheer'd by
the northern drum !” But Wisdom heard ; “ O youth,” she said, “ in
passion's fetter tied, O come and see a sight with me shall cure thee
of thy pride!" She led me to a lonely dell, a sad and shady
ground, Where many an ancient sepulchre gleamed in the
And " Here Secunder sleeps," she cried ;
66 this is his rival's stone; And here the mighty chief reclines who rear'd the
Median throne. Inquire of these, doth aught of all their ancient
pomp remain, Save late regret, and bitter tears for ever, and in
vain ? Return, return, and in thy heart engraven keep
my lore; The lesser wealth, the lighter load, -small blame
betides the poor.”