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In the present happy disposition of the nation “Then, when at Heav'n's prolific mandate sprung the author of the following verses may venture

The radiant beam of new created day, to introduce the complaints of an ideal person- Celestial harps, to airs of triumph strung, age, without seeming to strengthen the faction Hail'd the glad dawn, and angel's call'd me of real parties; without forfeiting his reputation

May. as a good citizen; or bringing a scandal on the political character of Mr. Fitz-Adam, by making “Space in her empty regions heard the sound,

And hills, and dales, and rocks, and rallies bim the publisher of a libel against the state.

The Sun exulted in bis glorious round, (rung; This ideal personage is no other than Old May

And shouting planets in their courses sung. day, the only apparent sufferer from the present regulation. Her situation is indeed a little mor. “ For ever then I led the constant year; [wiles ; tifying, as every elderly lady will readily allow; Saw Youth, and Joy, and Love's enchanting since the train of her admirers is withdrawn from Saw the mild Graces in my train appear, her at once, and their adoration transferred to a And infant Beauty brighten in my smiles. rival, younger than herself by at least eleven

“No Winter frown'd. In sweet embrace ally'd, I am, sir,

Three sister Seasons danc'd th' eternal green; your most obedient servant, And Spring's retiring softness gently vy'd

E. L. With Autumn's blush, and Summer's lofty

mien. THE TEARS OF OLD MAY-DAY. “ Too soon, when man prophan'd the blessings

giv'n, Led by the jocund train of vernal hours

And vengeance arm'd to blot a guilty age, And vernal airs, uprose the gentle May; With bright Astrea to my native Heav'n Blushing she rose, and blushing rose the fow'rs I fed, and flying saw the Deluge rage : That sprung spontaneous in her genial ray.

“Saw bursting clouds eclipse the noontide beams, Her locks with Heav'n's ambrosial dews were

While sounding billows from the mountains bright,

roll’d, And am'rous Zephyrs flutter'd on her breast : With bitter waves polluting all my streams, With ev'ry shifting gleam of morning light

My nectar'd streams, that flow'd on sands of The colours shifted of her rainbow vest.

gold. Imperial ensigns grac'd her smiling form,

" Then vanish'd many a sea-girt isle and grore, A golden key, and golden wand she bore;

Their forests floating on the watry plain : This charms to peace each sullen eastern storm, Then, fam'd for arts and laws deriv'd from Jove, And that unlocks the summer's copious store,

My Atalantis : sunk beneath the main.
Onward in conscious majesty she came.
The grateful honours of mankind to taste;

“No longer bloom'd primeval Eden's bow'rs, To gather fairest wreaths of future fame

Nor guardian dragons watch'd th' Hesperian And blend fresh triumphs with her glories

steep : past.

With all their fountains, fragrant fruits and flow'rs,

Torn from the continent to glut the deep. Vain hope ! no more in choral bands unite

Her virgin vot'ries, and at early dawn. No more to dwell in sylvan scenes I deign'd Sacred to May and Love's mysterious rite, Yet oft descending to the languid Earth, Brush the light dew-drops from the spangled With quickning pow'rs the fainting mass sus. lawn.


And wak'd her slumb'ring atoms into birth. To her no more Augusta's : wealthy pride

Pours the full tribute from Potosi's mine; “ And ev'ry echo caught my rapturid name, Nor fresh blown garlands village maids provide, And ev'ry virgin breath'd her ain'rous vows, A purer off'ring at her rustic shrine.

And precious wreaths of rich immortal fame, No more the May-pole's verdant height around

Show'r'd by the Muses, crown'd my lofty To valour's games th' ambitious youth ad

brows. vance;

“ But chief in Europe, and in Europe's pride,' No merry bells and tabers' sprightlier sound My Albion's favour'd realms, I rose ador'd;

Wake the loud carol, and the sportive dance And pour'd my wealth, to other climes deny'd, Sndden in pensive sadness droop'd her head,

From Amalthea's horn with plenty stor’d. Faint on her cheeks the blushing crimson dy'de

“ Ah me! for now a younger rival claims “O !chaste victorious triumphs, whither fied ?

My ravish'd honours, and to her belong My maiden honours, whither gone?" she cry’d. My choral dances and victorious games, “ Ah ! once to fame and bright dominion born, To her my garlands and triumphal song.

The earth and smiling ocean saw me rise, Witb time coeval and the star of morn,

O say what yet intasted bounties flow, The first, the faïrest daughter of the skies.

What purer joys await her gentle reign

Do lillies fairer, vi’lets sweeter blow? · A'luding to the country custom of gathering And warbles Philomel a softer strain ? May-elem. * The plate garlands of London.

3 See Flata.


TEARS OF OLD MAY.DAY...JULIA'S PRINTED LETTER. 287 Do morning suns in ruddier glory rise ? Does ev'ning fan her with serener gales ?

JULIA'S PRINTED LETTER Do clouds drop fatness from the wealthier skies, Or wantons plenty in her happier vales ?

TO LORD * Ah! Do: the blunted beams of dawning light

-AND dar'st thou then, insulting lord, demand Skirt the pale orient with uncertain day;

A friendly answer from this trembling hand? And Cynthia, riding on the car of night,

Perish the thought! shall this unguarded pen Through clouds embattled faintly wins her Still trust its frailties with the frauds of men. way.

To one, and one alone, again impart “Pale, immature, the blighted verdure springs, The soft effusions of a melting heart !

Nor mounting juices feed the swelling dow'r; No more thy lips my tender page shall stain, Mute all the groves, nor Philomela sings And print false kisses, dream't sincere in vain ;

When Silence listens at the midnight bour. No more thy eyes with sweet surprise pursue, “ Nor wonder, man,

Love's secret mysteries there unveil'd to you. that Nature's bashful face,

Demand'st thou still an answer?-let it be
And op'ning charms her rude embraces fear :
Is she not sprung of April's wayward race,

An answer worthy vengeance, worthy me!
The sickly daughter of th' unripen’d year?

Hear it in public characters relate

An ill starr'd passion, and capricious fate! “With show'rs and sunshine in her fickle-eyes, Yes, public let it stand ;-to warn the maid With hollow smiles proclaiming treach'rous Prom her that fell, less vanquish'd, than betray'd: peace;

Guiltless, yet doom'd with guilty pangs to groan, With blushes, harb'ring in their thin disguise, And expiate other's treasons, not her own:

The blast that riots on the Spring's encrease. A race of shame in honour's paths to run, “ Is this the fair invested with my spoil

Still virtue's follower, yet by vice undone ; By Europe's laws, and senates' stern com.

Such free complaint to injur'd love belongs. mands?

Yes, tyrant, read, and know me by my wrongs ; Ungen'rous Europe, let me fly the soil,

Know thy own treacheries, bar'd to general view, And waft my treasures to a grateful land :

Yes, traitor, read, and reading tremble too!

What vice would perpetrate and fraud dis* Again revive on Asia's drooping shore, I come to blaze it to a nation's eyes; (guise,

My Daphne's groves, or Lycia's ancient plain; I come ah! wretch, thy swelling rage controul. Again to Afric's sultry sands restore

“ Was he rot once the idol of thy soul? – Embow'ring shades, and Lybian Ammon's True,-by his guilt thy tortur'a bosom bleeds, fane :

Yet spare bis blushes, for 'tis love that pleads !" Or haste to northern Zembla's savage coast, Respecting him, respect thy infant flame,

There hush to silence elemental strife; Froclaim the treason, hide the traitor's name ! Brood o'er the region of eternal frost,

Enough to honour, and revenge be given, And swell her barren womb with heat and life. This truth reserve for conscience and for Hea"Then Britain">here she ceas'd. Indignant grief, And parting pangs her fault'ring tongue sup- What binds the tiger and the lamb be ours !

Talk'st thou,ingrate,of friendship’s holy powers! prest: Veild in an amber cloud, she sought relief,

This cold, this frozen bosom, can'st thou dream

Senseless to love, will soften to esteem? And tears, and silent anguish told the rest.

What means thy proffer'd friendship?—but to prove

[loveThou wilt not hate her, whom thou can'st not

Remember thee!-repeat that sound again !-DEDICATION

My heart applauding echoes to the strain ;

Yes, till this beart forgets to beat, and grieve, TO THE REV. MR. WOODDESON, OF KINGSTON

Live there thy image-but detested live! UPON THAMES, AND

Still swell my rage-uncheck'd by time, or fate,

Nor waken memory but to kindle hate!O THOU who sit'st in academic schools,

Enter thy treacherous bosom, enter deep, Less teaching than inspiring ancient art, Hear conscience call, while flattʼring passions Thy own example nobler than your rules,

sleep!Thy blameless life best lesson for the heart. Impartial search,' and tell thy boasted claim

To love's indulgence and to virtuous fame! And ye, who dwell in peaceful groves around,

Where harbour Honour, Justice, Faith, and Whose voice, whose verse enchants, harmoni


[my youth : ous maids! Who mix the lyre with harps of Cambrian sound; Bright forms, whose dazzling semblauce caught A mournful Muse, ah! shelter in your shades How could I doubt what fairest seem'd and best

Should build its mansion in a noble breast? Nor you she rivals nor such magic strain

How doubt such generous virtues lodg'd in thine As rescu'd Eloise from oblivion's sleep : That felt them glowing, tender maid, in mine? Enough, if one, the meekest of your train,

Boast not of trophies from my fall achiev'd,
Poor Julia ! cries,- and turns aside to weep!- Boast not, deceiver, in this soul deceiv’d;

Easy the traitor wines an open heart,
Artless itself, and unsuspecting art :





Not hy superiour wiles, successful proves,

Fierce and undaunted to a sex appears (tears ; But fond credulity in her that loves.

That breathes its vengeance but in sighs and Blush, shameless grandeur, blush !--shall That helpless sex, by Nature's voice addrest Britain's peer,

To lean its weakness on your firmer breast, Daring all crimes, not dare to be sincere ? - Protection pleads in vain-th' ungenerous slave His fraud in Virtue's fairest likeness paint,

Insults the virtue he was born to save.And hide his nobleness in base constraint.

What! shall the lightest promise lips can feign What charms were mine to tempt thy guilty Bind man to man in honour's sacred chain? fires !

[sires! And oaths to us not sanctify th'accord, What wcalth, what honours from illustrious Not Heav'n attested, and Heav'n's awful Lord? Can Virtue's simple spoils adorn thy race ? Why various laws for beings form'd the same? Shall anpals mark a village-maid's disgracc? Equal from one indulgent hand we came, Ev'n the sad secret, to thyself confin'd,

For mutual bliss that each assign'd its place, Sleeps, nor thou dar'st divulge it to mankind : With manly vigour temp'ring female grace. When bursting tears my inward anguish speak, Depriv'd our gentler intercourse, explain When paleness spreads my sometimes Aushing Your solitary pleasures sallen reign; cheek,

What tender joys sit bruoding o'er your store, When my frame trembles with convulsive strife, How sweet ambition slumbers gorg' with gore! And spirits futter on the verge of life,

'Tis our's th' unsocial passions to control, When to my heart the ebbing pulse is drivin, Pour the glad balm that heals the wounded soul; And eyes throw faint accusing beams to Hear'n, From wealth, from power's delusive, restless Still from the world those swelling sighs sup

dreams prest,

To lure your fancy to diviner themes.Those sorrows streaming in one faithful breast; Confess at length your fancied rights you draw Explain to her, from others hide my care, From force superior, and not Nature's law, Thought nature's weakness, and not love's de- Yet know, by us those boasted arms prevail, spair,

By native gentleness, not man ve fail; The sprightly youth in gloomy langnor pine, With brave revenge a tyrant's blood to spill Diy portion misery, yet not triumph thine- Possessing all the power—we want the will. Ah! whence derives thy sex its barbarous powers Still if you glory in the lion's force, To spoil the sweetness of our virgin hours ? Come, nobly emulate that lion's course! Why leave me not, where first I met your eye,

From guarded herds he vindicates his prey, A simple flower to bloom in shades, and die Not lurks in fraudful thickets from the day; Where sprightly mom on downy pinions rose, While man, with snares to cheat, with wiles And eve lull'd me to a deep repose ?

perplex, Sharing pure joys, at least divine content, Weakens already weak too soft a sex; The choicest treasure for mere mortals meant. In law's, in custom's, fashion's fetters binds, Ah! wherefore poisoning moments sweet as these, Relaxes all the nerves that brace our minds, Essay on me thy fatal arts to please ?

Then, lordly savage, rends the captive heart Destin'd, if prosperous, for sublimer charms, First gain'd by treachery, then tam'd by art. To court proud wealth, and greatness to thy Are these reflections then that love inspires ? arms!

Is bitter grief the fruit of fair desires ? How many a brighter, many a fairer dame, From whose example could I dream to find Fond of her prize had fann'd thy fickle fame? A claim to curse, perhaps to wrong mankind ? With livelier moments sooth'd thy vacant mind? Ah! long I strove to burst th’ enchanting tie, Easy possess'd thee, easy too resign'd

And form'd resolves, that ev'n in forming die; Chang'd but her object, passion's willing slave, Too long I linger'd on the shipwreck'd coast, Nor felt a wound to fester to the grave

And ey'd the ocean where my wealth was lost! Oh! had I, conscious of thy fierce desires, In silence wept, scarce venturing to complain, But half consenting, shar'd contagious fires, Still to my heart dissembled half my painBut half reluctant, heard thy vows explain'd, Ascrib'd my sufferings to its fears, not you; This vanquish'd heart had suffer'd, not com- Beheld you treacherous, and then wish'd you plain'd

true; But ah, with tears and crowded sighs to sue Sooth'd by those wishes, by myself deceiv'd, False passion's dress in colours meant for true; I fondly hop'd, aad what I hop'd believ'd. Artful assume confusion's sweet disguise, Cruel! to whom? ah! whither should I flee, Meet my coy virtues with dejected eyes, Friends, fortune, fame, deserted all for thee! Steal their sweet language that no words impart, On whom but you my fainting breast repose ? Ad give me back an inage of my heart, With whom but you deposit all its woes? This, this was treachery, fated best to share To whom but you explain its stifled gruan? Hate from my bosom, and from thine despair And live for whom, but love and you alone ? Yet unrelenting still the tyrant cries,

What hand to probe my bleeding heart be found! Heedless of pity's voice and beauty's sighs, What hand to heal ?--but his that gave the “ That pious frauds the wisest, best, approve,

wound? And Heaven but smiles at perjuries in love."- O dreadful chaos of the ruin'd mind! No'tis the villian's plea, bis poor pretence, Lost to itself, to virtue, human kind' (wide, To seize a trembling prey, that wants defence, From Earth, from Heaven, a meteor flaming

Notis the base sensation cowards feel; Link'd 10 do system, to no world allied ; The wretch that trembles at the brave man's A blank of Nature, vanish'd every thought steel,

That Nature, reason, that experience taught,


Past, present, future trace, alike destroy'd,

Fated like me to court and curse thy fate, Where love alone can fill the mighty void :

To blend in dreadful union love and hate ; That love on unreturning pinions flown

Chiding the present moment's slumb'ring haste, We grasp a shade, the noble substance gone- To dread the future, and deplore the past; From one ador'd and once adoring, dream

Like me condemn th' effect, the cause approre, Of friendship's tenderness-ev'n cold esteem Renounce the lover, and retain the love. (Humble our vows) rejected with disdain, Yes, Love ! ev'n now in this ill-fated hour, Ask a last conference, but a parting strain,

An exile from thy joys, I feel thy power. More suppliant still, the wretched suit advance, The Sun to me his noontide blaze that shrouds. Plead for a look, a momentary glance,

In browner horrours than when reil'd in clouds, A letter, token-on destru tion's brink

The Moon, faint light that melancholy throws, We catch the feeble plank of hope, and sink.

The streams that murmur, yet not court repose, In those dread moinents, when the hov'ring The breezes sickening with my mind's disease, flaine

And vallies laughing to all eyes but these, Scarce languish'd into life, again you came, Proclaim thy absence, Love, whose beam alone Pursued again a too successful theme,

Lighted my morn with glories not its own. And dry'd iny eyes, with your's again to stream; O thou of generous passions purest, best! When treach'rous tears your venial faults con- Soon as thy fame shot rapture to my breast, fess’d,

Each pulse expanding, trembled with delight, And half dissembled, half excus'd the rest, And aching vision drank thy lovely light, To kindred griefs taught pity from my own,

A new creation brightened to my view, Sighs I returu'd, and echoed groan for groan;

Nurs'd in thy smiles the social passions grew, Your self reproaches stifling mine, approv'd,

New strung, the thrilling nerves harmonious And much I credited, for much I lov'd.

And beat sweet unison to others' woes,

[rose, Not long the soul this doubtful dream pro- Slumb'ring no more a Lethe's lazy food, longs,

In generous currents swelld the sprightly blood, If prompt to pardon, nor forget its wrongs, No longer now to partial streams contin'd, It scorns the traitor, and with conscious pride Spread like an ocean, and embrac'd mankind, Scorns a base self, deserting to his side; No more concentering in itself the blaze Great by misfortune, greater by despair,

The soul diffus'd benevolence's rays, Its Heaven once lost, rejects an humbler care; Kindled on Earth, pursued th' etherial road, To drink the dregs of languid joys disdains, In ballow'd flames ascended to its God. And flies a passion but perceiv'd from pains ; Yes, Love, thy star of generous influence cheers Too just the rights another claims to steal, Our gloomy dwelling in this vale of tears. Too good its feelings to wish virtue feel, What? if a tyrant's blasting hand destroys Perhaps too tender or too fierce, my soul Thy swelling blossoms of expected joys, Disclaiming half the heart, demands the whole.- Converts to poison what for life was given,

I blame thee not, that, fickle as thy race, Thy manna dropping from its native Heaven, New loves invite thee, and the old efface; Still love victorious triumphs, still confest That cold, insensible, thy soul appears

The noblest transport that can warm the breast; To virtue's smiles, to virtue's very tears; Yes, traitor, yes, my heart to nature true, Eut ah! an beart whose tenderness you knew, Adores the passion and detests but you. That offer'd Heaven, but second vows to you, In fond presumption that securely play'd, Securely slumber'd in your friendly shade, Whose every weakness, every sigh to share, The powers that haunt the perjur'd, heard you NEAR KINGSTON, SURREY, ONCE THE SEAT OF THE swear;

Was this au heart you wantonly resign'd
Victim to scorn, to ruin, and mankind?

Was this an heart? - shame of honour, truth,
Of blushing candour, and ingenuous youth !


e modern domes that rise elate What means thy pity? what can it restore? O'er yonder prostrate walls, The grave, that yawns till general doom's no In vain your hope to match the state

Of Neville's ancient halls. more, As soon shall quicken, as my torments cease,

Dread mansion! on thy Gothic tower Rock'd on the lap of innocence and peace,

Were regal standards rais’d; As smiles and joy this pensive brow invade,

The rose of York, white virgin flower,
And smooth the traces by affliction made :

Or red Lancaster's blaz'd.
Flames, once extinguish’d, virtue's lamp divine,
And visits honour, a deserted shrine?

Warwick, high chie!, whose awful word
No, wretch, too long on passion's ocean tost,

Or shook, or fix'd the throne,
Not Heaven itself restores the good you lost;

Spread here his hospitable board,
The form exists not that thy fancy dream'd, Or warr'd in tilts alone.
A fiend pursues thee that an angel seem'd;
Impassive to the touch of reason's ray

When Combe her garter'd knights bebeld
His fairy phantom melts in clouds away;

On barbed steeds a lvance,
Yet take my pardon in my last farewell, Where ladies crown'd the tented field,
The wounds you gave, ab cruel! never feel ! And love inspir'd the lance,






Historic beralds here array'd

Illustrious nations! Their's was empire's seat, Fair acts in gorgeous style,

Their's virtue, freedom, each enchanting grace ; But heroes toils were best repay'd

Sculpture with them to bright perfection rose, By bashful beauty's smile.

Sculpture, whose bold Promethean hand inform'u

The stubborn mass with life in fretted gold So flourish'd Combe, and flourish'd long

Or yielding marble, to the rapturd eye With lords of bounteous soul ;

Display'd the shining conclave of the skies, Her walls still echoed to the song,

And chiefs and sages gave the passions form, And mirth still drain'd her bowl,

And virtue shape corporeal : taught by her

The obedient brass dissolv'd ; And still her courts with footsteps meek

In love's soft fires thy winning charms she stole, The fainting traveller prest,

Thou mild retreating Medicean fair. Still misery flush'd her faded cheek

She mark'd the flowing Dryads lighter step, At Harvey's genial feast,

The panting bosom, garments flowing loose, Lov'd seat, how oft, in childish ease,

And wanton tresses waving to the wind.Along thy woods I stray'd,

Again by Pomfret's generous care, these stores Now vent'rous climb'd embow'ring trees,

Of ancient fame revisit learning's seats, Now sported in their shade.

Their old abode. O reverence learning's seats,

Ye beauteous arts ! for know, by learning's Along thy hills the chase I led

smiles With echoing hounds and horns,

Ye grew immortal-Know, however fair And left for thee my downy bed,

Sculpture and Painting, fairer Poetry, Unplanted yet with thorns.

Your eldest sister, from the Aonian mount, Now, languid with the noontide beams,

Imagination's fruitful realm, supply'd

The rich material of your lovely soil.
Explor'I thy precious springs
That proudly flow?, like Susa's streams,

Her fairy forms, poetic fancy first
To temper cups for kings.

Peopled the hills, and vales, and fabled grores

With shapes celestial, and by fountain side But soon, inspir’d with nobler powers,

Saw fauns with wanton satyrs lead the dance I sought thy awful grove;

With meek-ey'd naïads; saw your Cyprian There frequent sooth'd my evening hours, Ascending from the ocean's wave; [queen That best deceiver, love.

Poetic faney in Maonian song

Pictur'd immortal Jove, ere Phidias' hands Each smiling joy was there, that springs Sublime with all his thunders form'd the god. In life's delicious prime;

Here then uniting with your kindred art, There young ambition plum'd bis wings,

Majestic Grecian sculpture deign to dwell, And inock'd the flight of time:

Here sbadss of Academe again invite, There patriot passions firid my breast

Athenian philosophic shades, and here With freedom's glowing themes,

Ye Roman forms, a nobler Tyber flows. And virtue's image rose confest

Come, Pomfret, come, of rich munificence

Partake the fame, though candid blushes rise, In bright Platonic dreams.

And modest virtues shun the blaze of day. Ah me! my dreams of harmless youth

Pomfret, not all thy honours, splendid train, No more thy walks invade,

Not the bright coronet that birds thy brow, The charm is broke by suber truth,

Not all thy lovely offspring, radiant queens Thy fairy visions fade.

On beauty's ibrone, shall consecrate thy praise

Like science, boasting in thy genial beam No more unstain'd with fear or guilt

Increasing stores: in these embowering shades Such hours of rapture smile,

Stands the fair tablet of eternal fame; Each airy fabric fancy built

There memory's adamantine pen records
Is vanish'd as thy pile !

Her sons; but each illustrious female's name
In golden characters engravid, defies
Envy and Time, superior to their rage.

Pomfret shall-live, the generous Pomfret join'd

With Caroline, and martial Edward's queen, PRESENTING THE UNIVERSITY OF OXFORD WITH

And great Eliza, regal names, like thee

Smiling on arts and learning's sons they reign'd. HER COLLECTION OF STATUES.

And see where Westmorland adorns the train WE.come again the reign of ancient arts !

Of learning's princely patrons ! Lo, I see Welcome fair modern days from Gothic night, A new pantheon rise as that of old Though late, emerging, sun of science hail ! Famous, nor founded by ignobler bands; Whose glorious rays enlightened Greece and Though thine, Agrippa, sway'd the helm of Rome,

I see enshrin'd majestic awful forms, (Rome :

Chiefs, legislators, patriots, beauties, gods, • Hampton-Court palace is supplied with wa- Not him by snperstitious fears ador'd ter from the springs on Combe Hills.

With barbarous sacrifice and frantic zeal,
2 « There Susa by Choapes' amber stream,

Yet not ucelebrated nor unsung, for oft
The drivk of none but kings."

Thou, slumb'ring Cupid, with inverted torch
Milton. Betokening mildest fires, shall bear the sighs

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