To fouls perturbed yield more calm repofe, Than Raleigh's legacy to cheer the nose. Brief let me be-I've pafs'd the nether world, [unfurl'di From those Tartarian shades, where truth's There Alexander's madd'ning eye-ball glares ;

The tears may flow, but cannot eafe the fmart [heart.

Of poignant grief, that wrankles in the Then let's to Mirth and Joy devote the lay, With them conclude the night, refume the day;

Live; but to fing their all-effectual charms, That foothe our pains, and stifle our alarms; And on our brows difplay their sportive wiles, [fure have its fmiles.

J. M. P. H.

Save Raleigh-who, by Plutus favour'd,
shares
[prepares ;
The portioned blifs, which human good
And delegated from Tartarian fhades,
The dark abyfs his flitung foul pervades ;
To prove to mortals, that heroic stuff
Is not to Plutus worth a Pinch of Shuff.
Petworth.

J. D.

TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE THE EARL OF MOIRA.

[OIRA with gen'rous pity glows, He learns to feel another's woes, Bows to the Pris'ner's plaint his ear, And wipes th' afflicted foft'ver's tear. Through him, the friendless and the poor From proud Oppression rest secure. In ev'ry grief, in ev'ry woe, Give him, thy fuccour, Lord; to know; Do Thou, preventive of his want, The bleflings of Thy Love full grant. O, ftill on him, in ceafelef: fhower, On him, on him, Thy gifts till pour ! Should danger threat, fhould fos invade, Around him caft Thy cov'ring thade: Each foe before his face o'erthrown, To certain vict'ry lead him on; And bid him, 'mid the scene of dread, Secure of conqueft, lift the head, Increase of blefling let him thare!

, hear, for him, thy fuppliant's prayer→ May he feek life, and find it giv'n; Life, lafting as the days of Heaven! May he (for Thou thy aid fhalt yield), In innocence of heart upheld, Thy court for eyer tread, and there The faluefs of Thy. Prefence, (hare! Horfemonger-lane. A PRISONER.

LINES UPON POVERTY; (fuppofed to bave been written by SAVAGE;) fuggefted by the Preffure of Misfortunes fim lar to thofe aubich befell that unfortunate Genius. OW long, how long, tyrannick pow'r Wilt thou imbitter ev'ry hour With botom-fearching ftings? Ah! cease thy fell deftructive fway, And let me hail the happy day,

HOW

That competency brings.
When Night afcends her ebon car,
And tempefts with the ocean war,
And lath you aged grove;
Without a home, and thinly clad,
With hunger pale, with focrow fad,
O'er dreary paths I rove.
The fons of Gaiety and Wealth,
In all the jocund glow of health,
In all the pomp of pride,
Infult, with ftudied fcorn, my woes,
My judgment fpurn, my voice oppola,
My threadbare vost deride.

Just as the hare before the hounds,
With panting breast, in mazy rounds,
Her arthal course puríues;
From duns and bailiffs' hated eye
Through alleys and through lanes I fly
To baulk their cruel views.
No melting touches of the lyre
With pity can their hearts inspire,

Their venal rage restrain;
At genius and at fong they rail,
And as the word is "Cafh or Jail,"

Remonftrance is in vain.

Come then, ye gen'rous noble few,
With riches bloft, to feeling true,

These low'ring clouds difpel;
Oh! fave me from impending doom,
A murky, tho' a living tomb,
A prifon's loathfome cell.
Feb, 7, 1303.

TADTIRI,

My ear attun'd to Friendship's voice,
And often ravish'd with her trains,
Difdains to hear how fools rejoice,
And asks where Mifery complains:
Or chooses thee, mute Solitude,

And on thy folemn, facred hour,
Forbids unhallow'd founds t'intrude

While mem'ry full exerts her pow'r. Angelic fhade! thy voice I lift,

I fee thee thro' the shadowy gloom; So thy fwift fteps the carpet prefs'd,

Quick gliding thro' the twilight room. But what import the heart-fraught eve,

The ling'ring paufe, the hurried fight,
The lab'ring breath, the founds that die,
While thy lov'd form eludes my fight?
The parting knell yet fmites my ear-
Adieu ! for ever, didft thou fay ?
When next we meet, we meet not here,
For I am fummon'd far away."
Ah! thus the (poke, and thus the feem'd,
And mind thus triumph'd over fex;
Such fmiles portentous trembling gleam'd,
That morn I left the banks of Ex.
"We meet not here" engraven deep

On mem❜ry's fad recording page;
Those words thall live till mortal feep'
Blot the laft character of age.
Secure from Severn's eddying furf

The grais waves mournful o'er her head, Where Redland's unfrequented turf

With flow'rets decks the virgin bed. Thither my steps I fondly bend,

While hush'd in midnight nature lies, And ftars their twinkling guidance lend, And wakeful grief to filence fighs. Nottingham.

1. M.

The fate more fervice," than cut off a fet Of fuck atrocious villains as thefe are. HBN. V. IV. 2.

The watchful police of this "high-vic'd city,"
Knows almost every face of every rogne:
Finds out the bottom of the deepest frauds,
Keeps pace with flight, and almoft, like
the fun,

Unveils the haunts of all the town at once:
There is no mystery of strange commotion,
Of medling faction, affult,shop-lifting,theft,
Or fwindling, (operation moft occult)
But magiftrates do give expofure to."
TROILUS, III. 3.

Marry, your worship, we have oft
Stood here obferving; and to frange cons
cealments [hams, and begs;
Have clofely dogg'd him ; and fometimes he
Then drefs'd in ftyle, he lounges i'th' Areet,
And makes a figure in the playhouse-lobby;
Picks packets in the crowd; cuts trunks
from chaifes;

A petty auctions puffs: anon, he cafts
Nativities; and in the act of coining
We apprehend kim-

HES. VIII. 111. 26

I do remember a fortune teller, Up yon dark fairs he lives; whom late I no'ed faight-cap

In motley gown, and brow o'erwhelming Gulling of impletons :

talismans

For fond credulity had made him fam'd :A And on his table, a black book fl:w open, With chicles, feraws, charms, fpells, and [arras Of ill-fhap'd characters: and againit the White flitting fprites by magic lanthorn caft, And hollow founds, and rufiling whispers heard, [awe Did make the vulgar planet ftruck with Noting his cozenage, to my felf I faid, An if a damfel did a fweet-heart need, . Or prize in Fortune's wheel, or dream come true,

Strait yield, their lovely eyes pale dead with
Of piftol held up to then fwooning breaft;
And many a bold refifting traveller
Foul gaf'd with wounds, lies itili and mo-

tionlefs:

Whilft their feducers, the rapacious harlots, Betray them all, ne'er fated with the fpoils. The vigilance of juftice cannot "do

* Redland, on the King's Down near Bristol, the place of interment.

I

glire!

When Terror riding on his fiery car,
Flathing thro' the blue profound,
Shakes the vaulted heav'ns around;
Or afk the troubled Deep,
When o'erthe forgethe duet ruados fweep,

* See our Review, p. 455.

Bid the vext furface into mountains rife, And wild Confufion mingles waves and skies; While the poor Pilot, pale with dread, Sees ghaftly Death hang foaming o'er his head F [prefides Trembling the'll tell, what awful Pow'r To fink, or fwell to rage her hoarserefounding tides. [frame? Afk of the skies, who form'd their thining Who rang'd the ftarry legions in array ? Who thro' the void elanc'd the comet's flame, [day ? And from its golden fountains pour'd the Who bends the concave of the fev'n-fold bow?

Who gives the rifing morn its rofeat glow ? In tenfold darkness now involves the fphere;

While stalk terrific thro' the dreadful night

Rav'ning Death, and pale Affright, And shake the fhiv'ring heart with frantic fear?

Are proofs of Pow'r too weak? Behold around [bound! Bounty profufe, and Love, that knows no For thee, ungrateful Man! his fav'rite care, He fhed a thousand charms on Nature's face,

All fweetly blended-the fublime, the fair, Order divine, and foul-enchanting grace; Cloth'd the gay paitures with enliv'ning green, [van fcene; Arch'd with embow'ring fhades the fylSwell'd the high mountain with majestic pride, [fide

Slop'd the deep vale, and down its winding Bid many a fresh rill flow, that murm'ing ftrays

Moft mufical in many a waving maze.

For thee his vernal Zephyrs play, And in rich colours blooms the flow'ry May; For thee his handmaid Nature Pow`rs around [round;

Her ample stores, and loads the gladden'd
For thee his Moons their filver beams unfold,
And Suns with regal grandeur blaze in gold.
YetMan, with reason blind, perverse of will,
Caprice his guide, and luft his law,
Still prone to interdicted ill,
Nor love can melt, nor Pow'r can awe.
Of Heav'ns unnumber'd bourates while

SONNET of SPENSER modernized. HE laughing Amoret may fail to charm,

The winning Melicerta cease to please ; The tender Delia wake no foft alarm, Tho' grac'd with mildness, elegance, and eafe;

But that proud port which high Dione bears, [pallions free; Pourtrays the mind, from earth-born And when her haughty head to Heav'n the

LXXVI SONNET of SPENSER modernized.

NCE on the fand Dione's name I trac'd;

[away; The rifing wave foon wafh'd that name. Again I wrote, again the wave effic'd

The fignature of love from prying day. "Poor youth (fhe cried), all vainly haft thou ftrove

To give a mortal immortality: Alas! this object of thy tendereft love

She, too, fhall fink into obfcurity!" No, my foul's joy! tho' vulgar beauties fade; Immortal honours wait Dione's name: Her Bard, her Damon, fings his angel maid, And future ages fhall record her fame: Yes they fhall tell of happy Damon's [youth. Diane's [weetnefs, fenfe, and blooming

truth,

To T. R. ROBINSON*, of BELFAST, On his Recevery from a fevere Iliness.

W

HEN Genius heard his little fav'rite lay,

Pining beneath Difeafe's painful fway; Alarm'd, he left his refidence on high; And, cleaving with fwift wing the yield. ing sky,

Defcended, like an angel, by the bed, Where the young Bard reclin'd his fickly head;

Then, while his countenance, divinely bright,
Beam'd all around a foul-reviving light,
To the dear object of his care addrefs'd
These words, with tend'reft fympathy ex-
preft:-

"Ah! why, my darling, why that languid
look?
[forfook?
Has faithlefs Health her precious charge
Alas! the has, too plainly I perceive,
And deeply for the fad neglect I grieve:
But let my prefence now thy fpirits cheer;
To fnatch thee from thy fufferings, I am
here.

Soon fhall the healing Ged remove thofe pains [thofe strains, Thy friends, delighted, hear once more Which have already rais'd my fav'rite's

'name'

Beyond each former Poet's infant fame; And gain'd, unprejudic'd by critic laws, Percy's approval, "Anderfon's applaufe."

This infant Bard, now only nine years of age, is fon of Mr. Robinfon, an eminent portrait-painter, in Belfast. Several poems of his, which bear astonishing marks of taste and ingenuity, have appeared in the preceding volumes of our Mifcellany.

Dr. Percy, Bishop of Dromore; who, to every excellence that can adorn the

mitre, adds the merit of being a zealous friend and encourager of literature.

+ Dr. Anderfon, the Editor of the British Poets; another diftinguished friend of Geu.us.

we raife,

[life,

The laft fad duty that affection pays:
O let thy fon the filial forrow shed,
If filial forrow can avail the dead.
Stili Memory marks, till Fancy wakes to
The fondest husband to the fondelt wife;.
The kindest father, the fincereft friend,
Warm to oblige, and fearful to offend:
In acts of piety, in prayer, in praife,
Paft the calm tenor of thy well-focnt days;
For all the charities of life were thine,
The human still approaching to divine.
The Poor with bleflings fhar'd thy little
ftore,
[door,

And Want came fmiling to the good man's
The Chriftian conquer'd, though the Mor-
In fofferings patient, in affictions tried,

tal died.

Go, Reader, feek his Spirit in the sky;
Go-live like him, and learn of him to die.

SONNET, on re-vifiting Box-Hill.

ELEAS'D awhile from labour and from care,

O may I reft among your living green ! Here all invites around, on earth, in air, And here is Juliet, to gild the fcene. Oft' o'er yon deepening wood and misty vale,

My ravish'd eye the blue berizon fought Mark'd the dim thadow, gliding with the gale, [fury fraught.

And now the threat'ning cloud, with Now wrapt with Norbury's steep beachen fide,

Art's fairy foot feps all admiring trac'd, To where the Graces and fair Science bide: O ever, Fortune, were thy gifts fo grac'd! For fure, if Man may reit from Envy's spell, 'Tis he with whom the Heav'n-born vir[tues dwell.