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ON A PRESENT TO THE AUTHOR,

Yet fame reports, that monkish shales

At midnight never fail

To haunt the mansions once their own,
OF TWO IMPRESSIONS FROM A FINE ANTIQUE SEAL

And tread its cloisters pale.
OF THE HEAD OF ALEXANDER ;

ON PAPER;

One night, more prying than the rest,

It chanc'd a friar came,
And enter'd where on beds of down

Repos'd each gentle dame.
Fair sculpture of Ammon's young graces !

Here, softening midnight's raven gloom, My lady with whim shall we tax? On paper who marks thy faint traces,

Lay R. -e, blushing maid; Which Stella stamps lively in wax ?

There, wrapt in folds of cypress lawn,

Her virtuous aunt was laid.
of their hearts they make mutual confession : He stopp'd, he gaz'd, to wild conceits
That, cold to emotions once felt,

His roviny fancy run,
The mother's scarce yields to impression-
--The daughter's can soften and melt.

He took the aunt for prioress,

And R-e for a nun,
It hap'd that R—'s capuchin,

Across the couch display'd,
ON THE SUBJECT OF THE

To deem her sister of the veil,
MONUMENT IN ARCADIA.

The holy sire betray'd.
O
YOU,
that dwell where shepherds reign,

Accosting then the youthful fair,
Arcadian youths, Arcadian maids,

His raptur'd accents broke; To pastoral pipe who danc'd the plain,

Amazement chill'd the waking nymph; Why pensive now beneath the shades?

She trembled as he spoke. “ Approach her virgin toml),” they cry,

“ Hail halcyon days! Hail holy nun! “Behold the verse inscrib'd above,

This wondrous change explain : Once too in Arcady was I,

Again religion lights her lamp,
Behold what dreams are life and love !"

Reviews these walls again.
“For ever blest the power that checkt

Reformists' wild disorders,
ON THE SAME.

Restor'd again the church's lands.

Reviv'd our sacred orders, Sweet Arcady, where shepherds reign,

“ To monks indeed, from Edward's days, Your simple youths, your simple maids, With pastoral dance still cheer the plain,

Belong'd this chaste foundation;

Yet sister nuns may answer too
Their pastoral pipe still charms the shades :

The founder's good donation.
This only song still meets our ear,
It swells the breeze, it fills the grove;

“Ah! well thy virgin vows are heard :

For man were never given
What joys so sweet as Nature's here?
What joy of Nature sweet as love?

Those charms, resery'd to nobler ends,

Thou spotless spouse of Heaven !

“ Yet speak what cause from morning mass HITCHIN CONVENT.

Thy ling'ring steps delays:

Haste to the deep-mouth'd organ's peal A TALE.

To join thy vocal praise. Where Hitch's gentle current glides,

Awake thy abbess sisters all; An ancient convent stands,

At Mary's holy shrine, Sacred to prayer and holy rites

With bended knees and suppliant eyes Ordain'd by pious hands.

Approach, thou nun divine !"Here monks of saintly Benedict

No Nun am I,” recov'ring cried Their nightly vigils kept,

The nymph; “ No nun, I say, And lofty anthems shook the choir

Nor mun will be, un'ess this fright At hours when mortals slept.

Should turn my locks to grey. But Harry's wide refortning band

'Tis true, at church I seldom fail That sacred order wounded;

When aunt or uncle leads; He spoke--from forth their hallow'd walls Yet never rise by four o'clock The friars fled confounded,

To tell my morning beads. Then wicked laymen ent’ring in,

“ No mortal lover yet, I vow, Those cloisters fair prophan'd;

My virgin heart has fixt, Now riot loud usurps the seat

But yet I bear the creatures talk Where bright devotion reign'd.

Without a grate betwixt. Ev'n to the chapel's sacred roof,

“ To Heav'n my eyes are often cast Its echoing vaults along,

(From Heav'n their light began) Resounds the flute, and sprightly dance, Yet deign sometimes to view on Earth And hymeneal song.

It's imagc stampt on man,

Ah me! I fear in borrow'd shape

'To Change the China trader speeds his pace, Thou com si, a base deceiver;

Nor heeds the chilly North’s unripening dames; erhaps the devil, to tempt the faith

'Tis her's with twinkling eyes, and lengthen’d Of orthodox believer.

face,

And pigmy foot, to wake forgotten flames. For once my hand, at masquerade, A reverend friar prest;

She oft, in likeness of th' Egyptian Crone, His form as thine, but bolier sounds

Too well inform’d, relates to wand'ring swaius The ravish'd saint addrest.

Their amorous plaints preferr'd to her alone :

Her own relentless breast too well explains. “ He told me vows no more were made To senseless stone and wood,

See, at the manor's hospitable board But adoration paid alone

Enters a sire, hy infant age rever'd; To saints of flesh and blood,

From shorten'd tube exhaling fumes afford

The incense bland that clouds his forky beard. “ That msy cheeks, and radiant eyes, And tresses like the morn,

Conundrums quaint, and puns of jocund kind, Were given to bless the present age,

With rural diities, warm ili'elated 'squire, And light the age unborn:

Yet oft sensations quicken in his mind,

Other than ale and jocund puns inspire. “That maids, by whose obdurate priile The hapless lover fell,

The forms where bloated Dropsy holds her seat, Were doom'd to never-dying toils

He views, unconscious of magicians' guiles, Of leading apps in Hell.

Nor deems a jaundic'd risage lov'd retreat

Of graces, young desires, and dimpled smiles.' “Respect the first command,' (he cried,) • It's sacred laws fulfil,

Now o'er the portal of an antique hall And well observe the precept given

A Grecian form the raptur'd patriot awes, To Moses,--Do not kill.'

The hoary bust and brow serere recall

Lycurgus, founder of majestic laws.
Thus spoke, ah yet I hear him speak!
My soul's sublime physician;

Awhile entranc'd, he dreains of old renown, Then get thee hence, thy doctrines vile

And freedom's triumph in Platean fields, Would sink me to perdition.”

Then turns-relaxing sees the furrow'd frown,

To melting airs the soften'd marble yields. She ceas'd—the monk in shades of night Confus’dly fled away,

I see the lips as breathing life, he cries, And superstition's clouds dissolv'd

On icy cheeks carnation blooms display'd, In sense, and beauty's ray.

The pensive orbs are pleasure-beaming eyes

And Sparta's lawgiver a blushing maid.
There, at the curtains of the shudd'ring youth,

Stiff, melancholy, pale, a spectre stands,
TO A YOUNG LADY,

Some love-lorn virgin's shade-O! injur'd truth,

Deserted phantom, and ye plighted hands,

He scarce had utter'd—from his frantic gaze POWERFUL is beauty, when to mortal seats The vision fades—succeeds a flood of light. From Heaven descends the heaven-created friendly shadows, veil him, as the blaze good,

Of beauty's sun emerging from the night. When fancy's glance the fairy phantom meets,

Here end thy triumphs, nymph of potent charins, Nymph of the shade, or Naiad of the flood.

The laureld bard is Heaven's immortal care; So blooms Celena, daughter of the skies, Him nor illusion's spell nor philter harms,

Queen of the joys romantic rapture dreapis, Nor music floating on the magic air. Her cheeks are summer's damask rose, her eyes The myrtle wand this arm imperial bears, Steal their quick lustre from the morning's

Reluctant ghosts and stubborn elves obey : beams.

Its virtuous touch the midnight fairy fears,
Her airy neck the shining tresses shade;

And shapes that wanton in Aurora's ray.
In every wanton curl a Cupid dwells:
To these, distrusting in the Graces' aid,

I ceas'd; the virgin came in native grace,
She joins the mighty charms of magic spells. O vain the confidence of mortal race ! [chain:

With 'native smiles that strengthen beauty's Man, hapless man, in vain destruction flies, My laureld head and myrtle wand are vain.

With wily arts th’enchantress nymph pursues; Again wild raptures, kindling passions rise, To varying forms, as varying lovers rise,

As once in Andover's autumnal grove, Shifts the bright Iris of a thousand hues.

When looks that spoke, and eloquence of sighs, Behold th' austere divine, opprest by years, Told the soft mandate of another's love.

Colies, and bulk, and tithes engend'red care;
The sound of woman grates bis aching ears,
Of other woman than a scripture fair.

70 AN ACCOMPLISHED LADY. Sudden she comes a Deborah bright in arms,

Or wears the pastoral Rachel's ancient mien;
And now, as glow gay-Aushing eastern charms, O NYMPH! than blest Pandora bonour'd more,

He sighs like David's son for Sheba's queen. What gods to grace thee lavish all their store!

A VERY GOOD ACTRESS.

IN THE MANNER OF WALLER.

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We see thy form in awful beauty move,
At once repelling and inviting love ;

TO LADY F-
We see thiy mind each bright perfection reach
That genius kindles, and the Graces teach :

ON HER MARRIAGE.
Pallas to form that matchless mind, conspires
With wisdom's coolness, temp'ring fauey's tires; Though to Hymen's gay season belong
Here, as in Eden's blissful garden, shoot

Light airs, and the raptures of youth ;

Yet listen to one sober song ; The tree of knowledge and forbidden fruit.

O listen, fair Stella, to truth.

Farewell to the triumpbs of beauty, ADDRESS TO THE THAMES. To the soft serenade at your bower,

To the lover's idolatrous duty,
O Thames ! thy clear majestic stream

To his vigils in midnight's still hour.
Shall ever flow my raptur'd theme ;
Not because Augusta's pride

To your frowns darting amorous anguish,
Builds her greatness on thy tide,

To your smiles chasing every care, Courted by worlds in other oceans found:

To the power of your eyes lively languish,

To each glance waking hope or despair. Not because proud Cliefden laves His pendent beeches in thy waves !

Farewell to soft bards, that in Heaven Not because thy limpid rills

Dipt the pencil to picture your praise,
Reflecton Hampton's towers, or Richmond's hills; And blended the colours of even,

Or Cooper's mountain, by the Muses crown'd, With morning's gay opening rays:
Or catch the blaze from Windsor's beaming They no longer on Thames shall proclaim yoii

star, Sacred to patriot chiefs, the boast of peace and Nor to Bushy's soft echoes shall naine you

A Naiad new sprung from the flood,

Bright Dian, the queen of the wood. Nor yet because thy current loves

Farewell to love's various season, The haunt of academic groves ;

Smiling days hung with tempests and night;
And still with ling'ring fond delay

But welcome the reign of fair reason,
Through Egham's vales delights to stray,

O! welcome securer delight.
Once scene of freedom's claims, heroic cares :

But hail thee, Thames ! while o'er thy meads O! welcome, in nature's own dress,
Eliza with Louisa leads

Purest pleasures of gentler kind;
Each winning grace of love and youth,

O! welcome the power to bless,
Ingenuous forms, fair candour and fair truth : To redeem fortune's wrongs on mankind.
Oh ! fan their evening walk with mildest airs;

Be a goddess indeed, while you borrow So Gallic spoils shall crowd thy wealthy side,

From plenty's unlimited store, And cominerce swell her stores with each re

To gild the wan aspect of sorrow, volving tide.

To cheer the meek eyes of the poor.

When your virtues shall mix with the skies, TO MRS. B-,

When your beauty, bright phenix, decays;

In your image new graces shall rise, READING JULIA WITH TEARS, DURING A HARD PROST And enlighten posterity's days. What, though descending as the dews of morn,

Future ages shall trace every air ; On misery's sighs your tear of virtue waits;

Every virtne deriv'd to your blood Forget the fallen Julia ! you were born

Shall remember that Stella was fair, For heart-expanding joys and smiling fates.

Shall rememb. r that Stella was good. To sooth with social pleasures buman cases,

To call the Muse to Thames' frozen glades,
To wake the slumb'ring spring with vernal airs,

SONG.
And plant an Eden in December's shades ;
To deck, like Eve”, with soft officious haste,

No gandy Rubens ever dare
Your banquet, worthiest of her angel guest ;

With faunting genius, rusy loves, Amid the flowers that crown the fair repast

To crowd the scene, in sunshine's glare, A flower yourself, the fairest of the feast. Exposing her the Muse approves. There the great Giver for his bounties given

Let, chaste Poussin, thy shaded stream Your grateful consort blessing, blesses too

Refect her pensive, tender air; The sweet dispenser of the gifts of Heaven,

Let evening veil with sober beam, In wonder's silent prayer he blesses you :

In bashful night the bashful fair. Your infants there reflecting round the board,

Maternal graces while his eye approves ; One tear to rapture give ! then sit ador'd

The gentle mother of the smiles and loves.

"See Milton's Paradise Lost, Book v. froin line 303.

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Not once conceives that Sun to rise

With kinder, brighter ray, WRITTEN AFTER PASSING THROUGH FINDON, SUS

Nor southern vales, llesperian skies, SEX, 170S. ADDRESSED 10 THE REV. MR, WOOD

To bask in smiling day. DESON,' OF KINGSTON UPON THAMES.

As weak my thoughts respecting thee :

Must thou, my better sun, WOODDESON! these eyes have seen thy natal earth;

Because but smiling cold on me,

Be therefore warm to none ?
Thy Findon, sloping from the southern downs,
Jave blest the roof ennobled by thy birth,
And tufted valley, where no ocear frowns.

STANZAS.
Thou wert not born to plough the neighbouring
main,

Where more is meant than meets the ear. Or plant thy greatness near ambition's throne,

Micron. Or count unnumber'd fleeces on thy plain :

The bird of midnight swelld her throat, -The Muses lor'd and nurs'd thee for their The virgins listen'd round own !

To sorrow's deeply-warbled note,

To sweet but solemn sound : And twin'd thy temples here with wreaths of worth,

(morn, When soon the lark asceuding high,
And fenc'd thy childhood from the blights of In sun-beams idly play'd;
Ànd taught enchanting song, and sent thee forth As soon to greet hiin, see, they fly-

To stretch the blessing to an age unborn: One pensive virgin stay'd.
Best blessing !-what is pride's unwieldy state? She stay'd to hear the mourner sing ;
What awkward wealth from Indian oceans The rest, to nature true,
given?

The flutler of the gayer wing
What monarchs nodding under empires' weight, The vacant song pursue.

if science smile not with a ray from Heaven? Witness yon ruins, Arundel's high tower,

TO A YOUNG LADY,
Anu Bramber, now the bird of night's resort !
Your proud possessors reign'd in barbarous

WITH A PARTY OF BOTH power ; The war their business, and the chase their far from Caroline, so soft a maid, sport ;

Be cruel coyness, pride, and cold disdain ! Till there a minstrel, to the feast preferrd, Who now of man, the monster man, afraid, With ('ambrian harp, in Gothic numbers Flies the gay circle of the social train.

charm'd, Enlighten'd chiefs grew virtuous as they heard- Away vain fears ! away suspicious dreams, - The sun of science in its morning warm'd.

From beauty, virtue, tenderness, and truth ;

From eyes that dawn with wisdom's mildest How glorious, when it blaz'd in Milton's light,

beams, And Shakespear's flame, to fall meridian day! From harmless smiles that wait on gentle youti. Yet smile, fair beam! though sloping from that

Far other years and other nymphs befit
height,
Gild our mild evening with a setting ray.

The prudish form, and high forbidding brow :
With others dwell, or frowns or scornful wit,

With nymphs less innocent, less fair than thou:
TO A LADY.

With her, whose youth, of virtue's mild control

Impatient, rush'd on wanton wild desires ; The simple swain, where Zembla's snows

Now prayer or scandal cheers the gloomy soul Are bound in frozen chains,

That pines in secret with forbidden fires :
Where scarce a smile the Sun bestows
To warm the sullen plains;

Or her that triumph'd in her lover's sighs,

As round their brows the willow garlands bend; The author of these poems had been edu

She now dejected, now deserted lies,

Without a lover, and without a friend! cated under this gentleman, for whom he ever retained the most affectionate regard. Mr. Wood- Another fate is youthful virtue's share: deson was, in truth, one of those amiable beings Come with the graces, gentle maid, along; whom none could know without loving.-- To the Come, fairest thou among the young and fair, abilities of an excellent scholar was united a To lead the dance, or join the virgins' song, mind so candid, so patient, so replete with uni

Come listen to the tale that youths complain, versal benevolence, that it glowed in every To thousand vows, in amorous sighs addrest; action.--His life was an honour to himself, to religion, to human nature. - He preserved to his Propitious listen to the raptur'd strain.

When chaste majestic passions swell the breast. death such a simplicity of manners as is rarely to be met with.-He judged of the world by the Too long exterior charms of radiant eyes, standard of his own virtuous heart; and few men And blushing cheeks, the captive sense control; who had seen such length of days ever left it so Thy forms, fair harmony, too long we prize, little acquainted with it.

Forget the fairer, more harmonious soul.

top!

nassis,

Too long the lovers for an empty fair

Who devour'd in their reach, all the fruit they At heedless ease inglorious arts advance;

could meet, Enough for them to deck the flowing hair, The good, bad, indifferent, the bitter and sweet: Or flutter gaudy with the pride of France. But Garrick climb'd high to a plentiful crop, From worth with beauty nobler lessons taught,

Then, Heavens ! what vagaries he play'd on the Each youth that languishes, his flame shall prove How, now on the loose twigs, and now on the

[tight, By generous action or heroic thought,

He stood on his head, and then bolted upright! And merit fame by arts that merit love.

All features, all shapes, and all passions he tried; Shall once again the Grecian lyre be strung, He danc'd, and he strutted, he laugh'd, and he Restoring Hymen's mild Arcadian reign?

cried,

{side! Shall patriot eloquence instruct the tongue, He presented his face, and he show'd his backAnd spoils be gather'd from the martial plain? The noble, the vulgar, flock'd round him to see O! far unlike to such celestial flame

What feats he perform'd in the mulberry-tree: The passion kindled from impure desires;

He repeated the pastime, then open'd to speak, Fatal to friends, to fortune, and to fame,

But Johnson below mutter'd strophes of Greek, The momentary fash in night expires.

While Garrick proclaim’d—such a plant never

grew, Love's lambent fire that beams from virtue's rays, So foster'd by sun-shine, by soil, and by dew. Each sordid passion as it burns, refin'd,

The palın-trees of Delos, Phænicia's Sweet Still bright and brighter with benignant blaze

grove, Embraces friends, a country, humankind.

Phe oaks of Dodona, though hallow'd by Jove,

With all that antiquity shows to surpass us,
A DREAM.
Cumpar'd to this tree, were mere shrubs of Par.

(laid, WR bridal cake beneath her head,

Not the beeches of Mantua, where Tityrus was As Jenny prest her pillow,

Not all Vallombrosa produc'd such a shade, She dreamt that lovers, thick as hops,

That the myrtles of France, like the birch of Hung pendent from the willow.

the schools, Around her spectres shook their chains,

Were fit only for rods to whip genius to rules; And goblins kept their station ;

That to Stratford's old mulberry, fairest and They pull'd, they pinch'd her, till she swore

best,

The cedars of Eden must bow their proud crest: To spare the male creation.

Then the fruit like the loaf in the Tub's pleaBefore her now the buck, the beau,

sant tale.

(ale The squire, the captain trips;

That was fish, flesh, and custard, good claret, and The modest seiz'd her hand to kiss,

It compris'd every flavour, was all, and was each, The forward seiz'd her lips.

Was grape, and was pine-apple, nectarine and For some she felt her bosom pant,

peach;

(told, For some she felt it smart;

Nay, he swore, and his audience believ'd what he To all she gave enchanting smiles,

That under his touch it grew apples of goid. To one she gave her heart.

Now he paus'd !—then recounted its virtues again

[grain: She dreamt-(for magic charms prevail'd,

'Tuas a wood for all use, bottom, top, bark, and And fancy play'd her farce on)

It would saw into seats for an audience in full pits, That, soft reclin'd in elbow-chair,

Into benches for judges, episcopal pulpits; She kist a sleeping parson.

Into chairs for philosopbers, thrones tvo for kings, She dreamt-but, О rash Muse! forbear, Serre the highest of purposes, lowest of things; Nor virgins dreams pursue ;

Make brooms to mount witches, make May-poles Yet blest above the gods is he

for May-days, Who proves such visions true.

And boxes, and ink-stands, for wits and the la.

dies.

His speech pleas'd the vulgar, it pleas'd their THE MULBERRY TREE.

superiors,

[riors A TALE.

By Johnson stopt short.-who his mighty poste.

Applied to the trunk-like a Sampson, his haunFor London's rich city, two Staffordshire swains,

ches

[and shook branches ! Hight Johnson, bight Garrick, forsaking their Shook the roots, shook the summit, shook stem, plains,

[by his tomb All was tremour and shock !-now descended in Reach'd Shakespeare's own Stratford, where flows

showers

(blighted flowers! An Avon, as proudly as Tyber by Rome. Wither'd leaves, wither'd limbs, blighted fruits, Now Garrick, (sweet imp too of Nature was he,) The fragments drew critics, bards, players along, Would climb and would eat from his mulberry- Who held by weak branches, and let go the strong; tree;

E'en Garrick harl dropt with a bough that was Yet as Johnson, less frolic, was taller, was older,

rotten, He reach'd the first boughs by the help of his But he leapt to a sound, and the slip was forshoulder;

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gotten, Where, shelterd from famine, from bailiffs, and Now the plant's close recesses lay open to day, bards, critics, and players sat crowded together While Johuson exclaim'd, stalking stately away,

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