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POEMS. To Nature's friend her genuine gifts would bring, Thee, thee I find, in all I find to please ; The light amusements of life's vacant spring ; In this thy elegance, in that thy ease. Nor shalt thou, Yorke, her humble offering Come then with Fancy to thy fav'rite scene, blame,

Where Studley triumphs in her wreaths of f pure her incense, and unmixt her flame.

green, he pours no flattery into Folly's ear,

And pleas'd for once, while Eden smiles again, To shameless bireling of a shameless peer, Forget that life's inheritance is pain. The friends of Pope indulge her native lays, Say, shall we muse along yon arching shades, and Gloucester joins with Lyttelton to praise. Whose awful gloom no brightening ray pervades; ach judge of art her strain, though artless, Or down these vales where vernal flowers display loves;

[proves. Their golden bosoms to the smiles of day; ind Shenstone smil'd, and polish'd Hurd ap- Where the fond eye in sweet distraction strays. ) may such spirits long protect my page, Most pleas'd, when most it knows not where te urviving lights of wit's departed age!

gaze? ong may I in their kind opinion live!

Here groves arrang'd in various order rise, Il meaner praise, all envy, I forgive.

And blend their quiviring summits in the skies. Yet fairly be my future laurels won!

The regal oak high o'er the circling shade, or let me bear a bribe to Hardwicke's son ! Exalts the hoary bonours of his head. would his free suffrage own the favour'd strain, The spreading ash a diffring green displays, hough vain the toil, the glory were not vain. And the smooth asp in soothing whispers plays.

The fir that blooms iu Spring's eternal prime,
The spiry poplar, and the stately lime.

Here moss-clad walks, there lawns of lively


United, form one nicely-varying scene :

The varying scene still charms th'attentire sight,

Or brown with shades, or op'ning into light. N Eden'sl vale, where early fancy wrought Here the gay tenants of the tuneful grove, er wild embroidery on the ground of thought, Harmonious breathe the raptures of their love: There Pembroke's? grottos, strew'd with Sidney's Each warbler sweet that hails the genial Spring, bays,

Tunes the glad song, and plies th' expanded ecalld the dreams of visionary days, [youth,

wing: hus the fond Muse, that sooth'd my vacant | The love-suggested notes in varied strains, ophetic sung, and what she sunç was truth. Fly round the vocal hills and listning plains : • Boy, break thy lyre, and cast thy reed The vocal hills and listning plains prolong away ;

In varied strains the love-suggested song. Vin are the honours of the fruitless bay. To thee, all-bounteous Nature! thee they pay 'lough with each charm thy polish'd lay should The welcome tribute of their grateful lay! please,

To thee, whose kindly-studious band prepares Gw into strength, yet soften into ease; The fresh’ning fields and softly-breathing airs; Syuld Attic fancy brighteo ev'ry line,

Whose parent-bounty annual still provides Al all Aonia's harmony be thine ;

Of foodful insects such unbounded tides. So would thy cares a grateful age repay, Beneath some friendly leaf supremely blest, Fre wreathe thy brows, or Fortune gild thy Each pour's at large the raptures of his breast :

Nor changeful seasons mourn, nor storms upkind, En her own fools, if Fortune smile, shall blame; With those contented, and to these resign'd. All Envy lurks beneath the flowers of Fame. Here sprightly range the grove, or skim the Yet, if resolv'd, secure of future praise,

plain, Toune sweet songs, and live melodious days, The sportive deer, a nicely-checker'd train. Let lot the hand, that decks my holy shrine, Oft near their haunt, on him who curious strays, Roud Fully's bead the blasted laurel twine. All throng'd abreast in fix'd attention gaze; Justo thyself, dishonest granıleur scorn; Th’intruding spy suspiciously survey, Norgild the bust of meapness nobly born. Then butting limp along, and lightly frisk away. Let ruth, let freedom still thy lays approve! Not so, when raves the pack's approaching Respect my precepts, and retain my love!"

roar, Then lores endear, then Nature smiles no more: In wild amaze, all tremblingly-dismay'd,

Burst through the groves, and bound along the

'Till now some destiu'd stag, prepar'd to fiy,

Fires all the malice of the murd'ring cry: Farrar! to thee these early lays lowe : Forc'd from his helpless mates the fated prey Thy friendship warms the heart from whence Bears on the wings of quiv'ring fear away: they flow.

In flight (ab ! could his matchless flight avail!)

Scorns the fierce steed, and leaves the flying gale. 1 The river Eden, in Westmorland.

Now trembling stops--and listens from afar, 2 The countess of Pembroke, to whom sir In long, long deep'ning howls, the madd’ning war; Philip Sidney dedicated his Arcadia, resided at

While loud-exulting triumphs thunder round, Appleby, a small but beautiful town in Westmor-Tremble the mountains, and the rocks rebound land, situated upon the Eden.




In vain, yet vig`rous, he renews his race, Hail, blissful scene ! divine Elysium hail!
In vain dark mazes oft perplex the chase : Ye flow'ry blooms elernal sweets exhale:
With speed inspir'd by grief, he springs again The blest asylum's here, the sacred shore,
Through vaulted woods, and devious wilds in Where toils tumultuous tear the breast no more.

Proin wild ambition free, from dire despair,
Th' unrav'lling pack, still onward pouring, trace Appalling terrour, and perplexing care,
The various mazes of his circling race.

Happy the man who in these shades can find Breathless at last with long-repeated toil, That angel-bliss, serenity of mind; Sick’ning he stands—he yields--he falls the spoil. Walk the fair green, or in the grotto lie,

From all the various blooms of painted bow'rs, With hope-strung breast, and hear'n-erected eye! Fair banky wilds, and vallies fring'd with flow'rs, While cheated worlds, by pleasure's lure beWhere Nature in profusion smiles delight,

tray'd, With pleasure sated turns the roving sight. Through rocks and sands pursue the siren maid; Come then, bright vision! child of heav'nly And, long-bewilder'd, urge the weary chase,

Though still the phantom slips their vain emProm this fair summit ampler sceues survey;

brace: One spacious field in circling order eye,

'Tis his with pitying eye to see-to know And active ronnd the far horizon fly;

Whence purest joy's perennial fountains flow. Where dales descend, or ridgy mountains rise, With this exalting charm divinely blest, And lose their aspect in the falling skies.

The dear reflection of a blameless breast: What pleasing scenes the landscape wide dis- Where sweet-ey'd Love still smiles serenely gay, plays!

And heav'nly Virtue beams a brighier ray. Th' enchanting prospect bids for ever gaze. Soft, smoothly-pacing slide bis peaceful days, Hail charming fields, of happy swains the care! His own his censure, and his own his praise: Hail happy swains, possest of fields so fair! Alike to him, both subjects of the grave, In peace your plenteous labours long enjoy ; The scepter'd monarch, and the menial slave. No murd'ring wars shall waste, nor foes destroy ; | Thrice happy he who life's poor pains has laid While western gales Earth's teeming womb un- In the lone tomb of some sequester'd shade! biud,

More amply blest, if gloriously retird, [fir'd; The seasons change,and bounteous suns are kind. With learning charın'd, and with the Muses To social towns, see ! wealthy Commerce brings Who nobly dares with philosophic eye, Rejoicing affluence on his silver wings.

Through full creation's bounded orbs to sy; On verdant hills, see! flocks innum'rous feed, Pleas'd, in their well-forin'd systems still to find Or thoughtful listen to the lively reed.

The matchless wisdom of th' inmortal mind. See! golden harvests sweep the bending plains ; Still charm'd, in Nature's various plan, to trace “And peace and plenty own a Brunswick reigos. His boundless love and all-supporting grace.

The wand'ring eye from Nature's wild domain Ye pompous great! whose dream of glory Attracted, turns to fairer scenes again.

springs Scenes, which to thee, refining Art! belong, From sounding titles or the smiles of kings : Invite the poet, and inspire the song.

Ye, laureld in the bleeding wreathes of war! Sweet, philosophic Muse! that lov'st to stray And ye, whose hearts are center'd in a star! In woody-curtain'd walks and dim-seen day, Say, all ye soos of power and splendour, say, Lead me, where lonely Contemplation roves, E’er could ye boast one unembitter'd day? Through silent shades and solitary groves Cease the vain hope in dazzling pomp to find

Stop, daring foot! the sacred maid is here! Divine content, to humbler lots assign'd; These awful glooms confess the goddess near. The modest fair freqnents the lowly cell, Low in these woods her fav'rite scene is laid, Where smiling Peace and conscious Virtue dwell. The fence umbrageous, and the 'ning shade, While through the maze of winding bow'rs I Whose bow'ry branches bar the vagrant eye,

stray, Assailing storms and parching suns defy. The shade's dim gloom, or vista's op'ning day; A gentle current calmly steals serene,

Soft-sighing groves, where silky breezes fill, In sile’ry mazes, o'er the weeping green, Kiss the smooth plain, and glassy-dimpling rill; Till op'ning bright, its bursting waters spread, In silent vales, by sadly-mourning streams, And fall fast-flashing down a wide cascade. Whereswift-ey'd Fancy wings her waving dreams; A spacious lake below expanded lies,

What sacred awe the lonely scenes inspire! And lends a mirror to the quiv'ring skies. What joys transport me, and what raptures fire ! Hcre pendent domes, there dancing forests seem Visions divine, enchanted I behold, To float and tremble in the waving gleam. And all the Muses all their charms unfold.

While gaily musing o'er it's verdant side, Ye, woods of Pindus, and Ætolian plains, Pleas'd I behold the glassy riv'let glide:

No more shall listen to immortal strains : Bright in the verdare of the blooming year, Flow unconcern'd, no Muse celestial sings, Where circling groves their, full.blown honours Ye Thracian fountains, and Aonian springs ! wear ;

No more your shades shall leave their native Ambrosial daughter of the spicy Spring. [wing;

shore, While fragrant woodbine scents each Zephyr's Nor songs arrest your raptur'd currents more. While nectar-footed Morn, approaching, dyes, And thou, Parnassus, wrapt in deep alcoves, Iu radiant blush, the rosy:checker'd skies; Mourn, in sad silence, thy forsaken groves : The first fair Eden, o'er th' enchanted plain No more thy warblers rival notes admire, Reviving, smiles, or seems to smile again, Nor choral zephyrs fill the breathing lyre, VOL. XVI.


Each drooping laurel bends its languid head; On thee, fair Hackfall! Fancy bends her eye, The strains are vanish'd, and the Muses fled. Longs o'er the cliffs and deep'ning lawns to ily.

To nobler bills, where fairer forests grow, Enchanted sees each silv'ry-floating ware To vales, where streams in sweeter accents now; Beat. thy green banks, thy lonely rallies lave: To blooming Studley's more delightful shades And now delighted, now she joys to hear Welcome, ye sacred, ye celestial maids! Thy deep, slow falls, long-lab'ring through her Wake the soft lute, here strike the sounding

earl string,

All-beauteous Nature ! object of my song, Make the groves ech and the vallies ring; To thee my first, my latest strains belong : Harmonious lead, through rosy-smiling bow'rs, To thee my lays I tune, while envious Art The soft-ey'd Graces and the dancing Hours. 1:1 rival charms here courts the raptur'd heart.

In awful scenes retir'd, where gloomy Night Like thee to please, she decks the painted bow'r, Still broods, unbanish'd by returning light; Spreads the smooth lawn, and rears the velret Where Silence, fix'd in meditation deep,

flow'r : Folds in 'her arms her fav'rite offspring, Sleep; With winding arbours crowns the sylvao dale, Musing along the lonely shades I roam

And bends the forest o'er the lowly vale : 'Till beauteous rises a devoted dome;

Bids the loud cataract deep-thund'ring roar, Thy fane, seraphic Piety! low plac'd

Or winds the riv'let round a mazy shore. In sable glooms, by deep’ning woods erbrac'd. Ambitious still, like thee, when she beguiles, Nor radiant here the prince of day displays Wins with thy grace, and in thy beauty smiles. His morning blushes, nor meridian blaze:

In this gay dome 2 where sportive Fancy plays, Rolls o'er the world the splendid orb unseen, And imag'd life the pictur'd roof arrays; 'Till his last glories gild the streaming green; Proud in thy charms the mimic shives confest, Then sportive gleams through parting columns Beams the soft eye, and heares the panting play,

breast. Here waves a shadow, and there smiles a ray. From thee, prime source ! kind-handed god. Just emblem of the man who, free from strife,

dess! flow 'Th' uneasy pains that vex the noon of life, The purest blessings that we boast below: Not dazzled with the diamond-beaming zone, To thee its beauty owes this charming scene, Flash of a lace, or brilliance of a stone,

These groves their fragrance, and those plains Courts the last smiles of life's declining ray,

their green: Where Hope exulting reaps eternal day.

For thee the Muses wreaths eternal twine, The sacred solitude, the lone recess,

Immortal maid! for every Muse is thine. An awful pleasure on my soul impress.

Oh, wou'd'st thou lead me through the bound, Raptures divine through all my bosom glow,

less sky! · The bliss alone immortal beings know,

Regions untravelld by a mortal eye; Ah, knew that sovereign bliss no base alloy, Or kindly aid, while studious I explore Wert thou, my Farrer! witness w my joy; Those arduous paths thy Newton trod before! What nobler pleasure could we boast below! There wond'ring should my ravish't eye survey What joy sublimer Heav'n itself bestow! New worlds of being, and new scenes of day. Haste, my gay friend ! my dear associate, haste! | But if for my weak wing and trembling sight, Life of my soul, and partner of my breast ! Too vast the journey, and too ful! the light; Quick to these shades, these magic shades retire: Inglorious here I'll tune the lowly reed, Here light thy graces, and thy virtue fire : How rolls the fountain, and how springs the mead. Here sheds sweet Piety ber beams divine,

Or, bear me to the banks, ye sacred Nine ! And all the goddess fills her heav'nly shrine. Of beauteous Isis, or the silver Tine; Celestial maids before her altar more:

To Tine's delightful banks, where, ever gay, White handed Innocence, and weeping Love. The generous F- -lives the peaceful day;

Her tow'ring domes let Richmond boast alone; — still free from passion's fretful train, The sculptur'd statue and the breathing stone: Ne'er felt the thorn of anguish nor of pain; Alone distinguish'd on the plains of Stowe, His heart-felt joys still Nature's charms improre, From Jones's hand the featur'd marble glow : Her voice is music, and her visage love : Though there unnumber'd columns front the Pleas'd with the change each various season skies,

brings, To fancied gods forbidden temples rise;

Imbrowning autumns, and impurpled springs: Unenvied, Studley, be this pomp of art,

For him kind Nature all her treasures yields, 'Tis thine the pow'r to please a virtuous heart. She decks the forest, and she paints the fields. Froni this lov'd scene with anxious steps I 0 say! where bloom those time-surviving trace

groves, Each devious winding of the banky maze; Where ancient bards first sung their sacred loves: To the tall summit of the steep repair,

Those sadly-solemn bow'rs, ye Muses! say, And view the gay surrouudios prospect there. Where once the melancholy Cowley lay? What joys expand my breast! what rapture When long perplext with lite's deluding spares, warms!

Her flatt'ring pleasures, and her fruitless cares; While all the landscape opens all its charms : While pleas'd I see, the parting shades between, " Who would not perceive the imitative har. The lake fair-gleaming and the smoother green; mony of this line, and realize to his imagination Through lowly grots where wand'ring shadows the falling of the water?-Editor. stray,

2 l'pon an eminence, cast of the gardens, Groves gently wave, and glist'uing waters play. stands a house of Chinese structure.




Obscure he fled to sylvan shades alone,
And left mankind to be for ever known.
Such were the scenes wbere Spenser once re-

Shepherd, to thee sublimer lays belong,

The force divine of soul-commanding song. When great Eliza's fame the Muse inspir’d;

These humble reeds have little learnt to play, When Gloriana led her poet's dreams,

Save the light airs that cheer the pastoral day, O'er flow'ry meadows, and by murm'ring streams.

Of the clear fountain, and the fruitful plain Immortal bards! whose death-contemning Wesing, as fancy guides the simple strain. lays

If then thy country's sacred fame demand Shali shine distinguish'd with eternal praise.

The high-tou'd music of a happier hand-
Knew my poor Muse, like these to soar sublime, Shepherd, to thee sublimer lays belong,
And spurn the ruins of insulting Time;

The force divine of soul-commanding song.
Where'er I stray, where blooming Flora leads,
O'er sunny mountains, and through purple

In spite of faction's blind, unmanner'd rage, Or careless in the sylvan covert laid,

Of various fortune and destructive age, Where falling rills amuse the inournful shade; Fair Scotland's bonours yet unchang'd are seen, Ye, rural fields, shonld still resound my lay,

Her palms still blooming, and her laurels green, And thou, fair Studley ! smile for ever gay.

Freed from the confines of her Gothic grave,
When her first light reviving Science gave,
Alike o'er Britain shone the liberal ray,

From Enswith's mountains to the banks of Tay.

For James 2 the Muses tun'd their sportive A PASTORAL POEM.



And bound the monarch's brow with Chaucer's HRITTEN IN HONOUR OF A SISTER KINGDOM. Arch Humour smild to hear his mimic strain, MDCCLXIII.

And plausive Laughter thrill'd thro' every vein.

When taste and genius form the royal mind,

The favour'd arts a happier era find.

By James belov'd the Muses tun'd their lyres Where Tweed's fair plains in liberal beauty But the dark mantle of involving time

To nobler strains, and breath'd diviner fires,
And Flora laughs beneath a lucid sky; [lie,
Long.winding vales where crystal waters lave,

Has veil'd their beauties, and obscur'd their Where blythe birds warble, and where green

rhyme. woods wave,


Yet still some pleasing monuments remain, A bright hair'd shepherd, in young beauty's Some marks of genius in each later reign. Tun'd bis sweet pipe behind the yellow broom.

In nervous strains Dunbar's bold music flows, Free to the gale his waving ringlets lay,

And Time yet spares the Thistle and the Rose 3. And his blue eyes diffus'd an azure day.

0, while his course the hoary warrior steers Light o'er his limbs a careless robe he flung;

Thro' the long range of life-dissolving years, Health rais'd his heart, and strength his firm Thro' all the evils of each changeful age, nerves strung ;

Hate, envy, faction, jealousy, and rage, His native plains poetic charms inspir'd,

Ne'er may his scythe these sacred plants divide, Wild scenes, where ancient Fancy oft retir'd!

These plants by Heaven in native union tied ! Oft led her Faeries to the Shepherd's lay,

Still may the flower its social sweets disclose, By Yarrow's banks, or groves of Endermay.

The hardy Thistle still defend the Rose ! Nor only his those that rise

Hail, happy days! appeas'd by Margaret's Fair to the glance of Fancy's plastic eyes ;


When rival Valour sheath'd his fatal arms; His country's love his patriot soul possess'd,

When kindred realms unnatural war supprest, His country's honour fir'd his filial breast.

Nor aim'd their arrows at a sister's breast.
Her lofty genius, piercing, bright, and bold,

Kind to the Muse is quiet's genial day;
Her valour witness'd by the world of old,
Witness'd once more by recent heaps of slain

Her olive loves the foliage of the bay.

With bold Dunbar arose a numerous choir On Canada's wild hills, and Minden's plain,

Of rival bards that strung the Dorian lyre.
To sound sublimer wak'd his pastoral reed-
Peace, Mountain-echoes ! while the strains pro- Sweet Arethusa's shepherd breath'd again.

In gentle Henryson's * unlabour'd strain

TA chain of mountains near Folkstone in

Kent. No more of Tiviot, nor the flowery braes, Where the blythe shepherd tunes his lightsome the famous old song, entitled Christ's Kirk on the

James the First, king of Scotland, author of lays ;

Green. No more of Leader's faery-haunted-shore, Of Athol's lawns, and Gledswood banks no more; garet, daughter of Henry VII. on her marriage

3 A poem so called, written in honour of Mar. Unheeded smile my country's native charms,

to James IV. king of Scots. By Mr. William Lost in the glory of her arts and arms.

Dunbar, These, shepherds, these demand sublimer strains

+ Mr. Robertson Henryson, an ingenious pas. Than Clyde's clear fountains, or than Athol's

toral poet. plains.

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Nor shall your tuneful visions be forgot,

Like that strange power by fabling poets feign'd, Sage Bellentynes, and fancy-painting Scott. From east to west bis mighty arms he strain'd. But, O my country ! how shall niemory trace A rooted olive in one hand he bore, Thy bleeding anguish, and thy dire disgrace? In one a globe, inscrib'd with sea and shore, Weep o'er the ruins of thy blasted bays,

From Thames's banks, to Tweed, to Tay be carne, Thy glories lost in either Charles's days? Wealth in his rear, and Commerce was his name. When thro' try fields destructive rapine spread, Glad Industry the glorious stranger hails, Nor sparing infant's tears, nor hoary head. Rears the tall masts, and spreads the swelling Jo those dread days the unprotected swain

sails; Mourn'd on the mountains o'er his wasted plain. Regions remote with active hope explores, Nor longer vocal with the shepherd's lay

Wild Zembla's hills, and Afrie's burning shores. Were Yarrow's banks, or groves of Endermay. But chief, Columbus, of thy farious coast,

Child of the Union, Commerce bears his boast. CHORUS OF SHEPHERDS.

To seek thy new-found worlds, the vent'rous Amyntor, cease! the painful scene forbear, His lass forsaking, left the lowland plain; (swain, Nor the fond breast of filial duty tear.

Aside his crook, his idle pipe he threw, Yet in our eyes our father's sorrows flow,

And bade to Music, and to Love adieu. Yet in our bosoms lives their lasting woe.

Hence, Glasgow fair, thy wealth-diffusing At eve returning from their scanty fold,

hand, When the long sufferings of their sires they told, Thy groves of vessels, and thy crowded strand. Oft we have sigh'd the piteous tale to hear, Hence, round his folds the moorland shepherd And infant wonder dropt the mimic tear.


New social towns, and happy hamlets rise.

But me not splendour, nor the hopes of gain Shepherds, no longer need your sorrows flow, Should ever tempt to quit the peaceful plain. Nor pious duty cherish endless woe.

Shall I, possest of all that life requires, Yet should Remembrance, led by filial love, With tutor'd hopes, and limited desires, [esse, Through the dark vale of old afflictions rove, Change these sweet fields, these native scenes of The mounful shades of sorrows past explore,

For climes uncertain, and uncertain seas? And think of miseries that are no more ;

Nor yet, fair Commerce, do I thee disdain, Let those sad scenes that ask the duteous tear, Though Guilt and Death and Rivt swell thy train. The kind return of happier days endear.

Cheer'd by the influence of thy gladd’uing ray, Hail, Anna, hail! O may each Muse divine The liberal arts sublimer works essay. With wreaths eternal grace thy holy shrine !

Genius for thee relumes bis sacred tires, Grav'd on thy tomb this sacred verse remain, And Science nearer to her Heaveu aspires. This verse more swect than conquest's sounding The sanguine eye of Tyranny long clos'd, strain:

By Commerce foster'd, and in peace repos’d, " She bade the rage of hostile nations cease, No more her niseries when my country moum'd, The glorious arbitress of Europe's peace.”' With brighter flames her glowing genius burn'd. She, thro' whose bosom rollid the vital tide Soon wandering fearless many a Muse was seen Of Britain's monarchs in one stream allied, O'er the dun mountain, and the wild wood green. Clos'd the long jealousies of different sway, Soon, to the warblings of the pastoral reed, And saw united sister-realms obey.

Started sweet Echo from the shores of T'weed. Auspicious days! when Tyranny no more, O favour'd streain! where thy fair current Rais'd his red arm, nor drench'd his darts in

flows, gore;

The child of Nature, gentle Thomson, rose. When, long an exile from his native plain, Young as he wander'd on thy flowery side, Safe to bis fold return'd the weary swain. With simple joy to see thy bright waves glide, Return'd, and, many a painful suminer past, Thither, in all thy native charios array'd, Beheld the green bench by his door at last. From climes remote the sister Seasons stray'd.

Auspicious days! wben Scots, no more opprest, Long each in beauty boasted to excel, On their free mountains bar'd the fearless breast; (For jealousies in sister-bosoms dwell) With pleasure saw their flocks unbounded feed, But now, delighted with the liberal boy, And tun'd to strains of ancient joy the rred. Like Heaven's fair rivals in the groves of Troy, Then, shepherds, did your wondering sires Yield to an humble swain their high debate, bebold

And from his voice the palm of beauty wait. A form divine, whose vesture flam'd with gold; Her naked charms, like Venus, to disclose, His radiant eyes a starry lustre shed,

Spring from her bosom threw the shadowing rose, And solar glories beam'd around his head. Bar'd the pure snow that feeds the lover's fire,

The breast that thrills with exquisite desire ; Sr. John Bellentyne, archdean of Murray, Assum'd the tender smile, the melting eye, anthor of a beautiful allegorical poem, entitled, The breath favonian, and the yielding sigh. Virtue and Vice.

One beauteous hand a wilding's blossom grac'd, 6 Mr. Archibald Scott, in the year 1524, trans- And one fell careless o'er her zoneless waist. Jated the Vision, a poem, said to have been writ- Majestic Sumner, in gay pride adorn'd, ten in the year 1360. He was the author of the Her rival sister's simple beauty scom'd. Eagle and the Redbreast also, and several other with purple wreathes her lofty bruws were pieces written with uncommon elegance for their

bound, day.

With glowing tlowers her rising bosom crow i'll.

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