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When, free

From every earthly chain,
From wreaths of pleasure and from bonds of pain,

His spirit flew through tieliis above,
Drank at the source of Nature's fontal number,
And saw, in mystic choir, around him move,
The stars of song, Heaven's burning minstrelsy!
Such dreams, so heavenly bright,

I swear
By the great diadem that twines my hair,
And by the seven gems that sparkle there ?

Mingling their beams
In a soft Iris of harmonious light,

Oh, wortal ! such shall be thy radiant dreams ?

EPISTLE IV.

When close they reefed the timid sail,

When, every p'ank complaining loud, TO GEORGE MORGAN ESQ., We laboured in the midnight gale, OF NORFOLK, VIRGINIA. 3

And even our haughty inain-mast

bowed ! From Bermuda, January 1804.

The muse, in that unlovely bour, ΚΕΙΝΗ Δ' ΗΝΕΜΟΕΣΣΑ ΚΑΙ ΑΤΡΟΠΟΣ, Benignly brought her soothing power, ΟΊΑ Θ'ΑΑΙΠΛΗΞ, ΑΙΘΥΙΗΣ ΚΑΙ ΜΑΛΛΟΝ | And, 'midst the war of waves and ΕΠΙΔΡΟΜΟΣ HEΠΕΡ, ΙΠΠΟΙΣ, ΠΟΝΤΩ wind, ΕΝΕΣΤΗΡΙΚΤΑΙ. .

In songs elysian lapped my mind! Callimack. Hymn, in Del. o. 11. She opened, with her golden key, Out, what a tempest whirled us hither!

The casket where my memory lays Winds, whose savage breath could Those little gems of poesy, wither

Which time has saved from ancient All the light and languid flowers

days! That bloom in Epicurus' bowers !

Take one of these, to Lais surg, Yet thivk not, George, that Fancy's I wrote it wbile my hammock swung, charm

As one might write a dissertation Forsook me in this rude alarm. Upon .suspended animation !

'The tetractys, or sacred number of the Py: a much higher sphere; but the excellent di: po. thagoreans, on which they solemnly swore, and sitions of the family with whom he resides, and which they called ayar aevaov duoews 'the foun: the cordial repose he enjoys amongst some of the fan of perennial nature.' Lucian has ridiculed kindest hearts in the world, should be almost This religious arithmetic very finely in his Sale of enough to atone to him for the worst caprices Philosophers.

of fortune. The consul himsell, Colonel Hamil This diadem is intended to represent the lon, is one among the very few instances of a analogy between the notes of music and the pris. man, ardently loyal to his king, and yet beloved matie colours. We find in Plutarch a vague in- by the Americans. His house is the very temple timation of this kindred harmony in colours and of hospitality, and I sincerely pity the heart of Founds. Opis te kal akov, ueta pwrns Te Kal that siranger who, warm from the welcove of φωτος την αρμονιαν επιφαινoυσι.-De Musica. such a board, and with the taste of such Ma

Cassiodorus, whose idea I may be supposed to deira still upon his lips--- col dolce in bocca'hare borrowed, says, in a letter opon music to could sit down to write a libel on his host, in the Boetius : 'Ut diadema oculis, varia luce gemma- true spirit of a modern philosophist. See the rum, sic cythara diversitate soni, blanditur au. Travels of the Duke de la Rochefoucault Lianditmi.'. This is indeed the only tolerable thought court. vol. ii. in the letter. Lib. 2. Variar.

• We were seven days on our passage from * This gentleman is attached to the British Norfolk to Bermuda, during three of which we consulate at Norfolk. His talents are worthy of I were forced to lay-to in a gale of wind. The SWEETLYyou kiss, my Lais dear ! Oh! could you view the scenery dear, But, while you kiss, I feel a tear, That now beneath my window lies, Bitter as those when lovers part, You'd think that Nature lavished here In mystery from your eyelid start ! Her purest wave, her softest skies, Sadly you lean your head to mine, To make a heaven for Love to sigh in, And round my neck in silence twine, For bards to live and saints to die in ! Your hair along my bosom spread, Close to my wooded bank below, All humid with the tears you shed ! In glassy calm the waters sleep, Have I not kissed those lids of snow? And to the sunbeam proudly show Yet still, my love, like founts they The coral rocks they love to steap 19 flow,

The fainting breeze of morning fails, Bathing our cheeks, whene'er they The drowsy boat moves slowly paste meet

And I can almost touch its sails Why is it thus ? do tell me, sweet! That languish idly round the mast. Ah, Lais ! are my bodings right? The sun has now profusely given Am I to lose you ? is to-night

The flashes of a poontide heaven, Our last-go, false to Heaven and me! And, as the wave reflects his beams, Your very tears are treachery.

Apother heaven its surface seems !
Blue light and clouds of silvery tears

So pictured o'er the waters lie,
Such, while in air I floating hung, That every languid bark appears

Such was the strain, Morgante mio ! To Hoat along a burning sky! The muse and I together sung,

Oh ! for the boat the angel gave With Boreas to make out the trio. To him, who in his heavenward flights But, bless the little fairy isle !

Sailed, o'er the Sun's ethereal wave, How sweetly, after all our ills, To planet-isles of odorous light! We saw the dewy morning smile Sweet Venus, what a clime be found

Serenely o'er its fragrant hills ! Within thy orb's ambrosial round !4 And felt the pure elastic flow

There spring the breezes, rich and Of airs, that round this Eden blow

warm, With honey freshuess, caught by That pant around thy twilight car stealth

There augels dwell, so pure of form, Warm from the very lips of health ? That each appears a living star !

Driver sloop of war, in which I went, was built Mupouernu debudnoa' ta d'ús podepns amo armyns, at Bermuda of cedar, and is accounted an excel.

Δακρυα μιγνυμενων πιπτε κατα στοματων: lent sea-boat. She was then commanded by my Eure &' avecpojevu!, TLVOS Ouveka dakpua deißers; very regretted friend Captain Compton, who ini Δειδια μη με λιπης εστε γαρ ορκαπαται. July last was killed aboard the Lily, in an action with a French privateer. Poor Compton! he

? The water is so clear around the island, that fell a victim to the strange im policy of allowing the rocks are seen beneath to a very great depth; such a miserable thing as the Lily to remain in and as we entered the harbour, they appeared to the service ; so small, crank, and unmanageable, we should not strike on them. There is no ne

us 80 vear the surface, that it seemod impossible that a well-mannel merchantınan was at any cessity, of course, for heaving the lead; and the time a match for her.

· This epigranı is by Paulus Silentiarius, and negro pilot, looking down at the rocks from the may be found in the analectu of Brunck, vol. iii.

bow of the ship, takes her through this difficult p. 72. But as the reading there is somewhat navigation with a skill and confidence which different from what I have followed in this trans

seem to astonish some of the oldest sailors. Jation, I shall give it as I had it in my memory

3 In Kircher's Ecstatic Journey to Heaven, at the time, and as it is in Heinsius, who, 1 Cosmiel, the genins of the world, gives Theodibelieve, first produced the epigram. See his into the regions of the sun. Vides (says Cosmiel)

dactus a boat of asbestos, with which he embarks Poemata.

hanc asbestinam naviculam commoditati tue Ηδυ μεν εστι φιλημα το Λαιδος ηδυ δε αυτων præparatum.'-- Itinerur. i. dial. i. cap. 5. There Ηπιοδινητων δακρυ χεεις βλεφαρων, ,

are some very stranze fancies in this work of Και πολυ κιχλιζουσα σοβεις ευβοστρυχον αιγλης | Kircher. “Ημετερα κεφαλην δηρον ερεισαμενη.

* When the genius of the world and his fellow

!

bloom in,

These are the sprites, oh radiant Away, away, bewildering look!
queen!

Or all the boast of Virtue's o'er ;
Thou send'st so often to the bed Go-hie thee to the sage's book,
Of her I love, with spell unseen,

And learn froin him to feel no more! Thy planet's brightening balm to shed;

I cannot warn thee ! every touch, To make the eye's enchantment clearer; That brings my pulses close to thine,

To give the cheek one rosebud more, Tells me I want thy aid as much, And bid that flushing lip be dearer,

Oh ! quite as much, as thou dost Which had been, oh! too dear be.

mine! fore!

Yet stay, dear love-one effort yetBut, whither means the muse to roam ?

A moment turn those eyes away, 'Tis time to call the wanderer home.

And let me, if I can, forget Who could have ever thought to search The light that leads my soul astray !

her Up in the clouds with Father Kircher? Thou say’st that we were born to meet,

That our hearts bear one common So, health and love to all your mansion ! Long may the bowl that pleasures Oh, lady!

think, how man's deceit

seal, The flow of heart, the soul's expansion,

Can seem to sigh and feign to feel ! Mirth, and song, your board illumine! When o'er thy face some gleam of Fare you well-remember too,

thought, When cups are flowing to the brim, Tbat here is one who drinks to you,

Like day-beams through the morning

air, And, oh! as warmly drink to him.

Hath gradual stole, and I have caught

The feeling ere it kindled there :

The sympathy I then betrayed,
THE RING.

Perhaps was but the child of art ; 1801.

The guile of one who long hath played

With all these wily nets of heart. No-lady! lady! keep the ring;

Oh! think how many a future year, Oh! thou hast not my virgin vow !
Of placid smile and downy wing, Though few the years I yet have told,
May sleep within its holy sphere !

Canst thou believe I lived till now,

With loveless heart or senses cold : Do not disturb their tranquil dream, Though love hath ne'er the mystery No-many a throb of bliss and pain, warmed,

For many a maid, my soul liath Yet Heaven will shed a soothing beam, proved; To bless the bond itself hath formed. With some I wantoned wild and vain,

While some 1 truly, dearly loved ! But then, that eye, that burning eye !

Oh! it doth ask, with magic power, The cheek to thine I fondly lay,
If Heaven can ever bless the tie

To theirs hath been as fondly laid ; Where Love inwreaths no genial The words to thee I warmly say, flower!

To them have been as warmly said.

TO

traveller arrive at the planet Venus, they find an of the heavens, a casuistical question occurs to island of loveliness, full of odours and intelli. Theodidactus, and he asks Whether baplisin genees, where angels preside, who shed the may be perf rmed with the waters of Venus ? cosmetic influence of this planet over the earth; An aquis globi Veneris baptismus institui possih being, according to astrologers, the 'vis sit ?'—to which the gonius answers, 'Certainly: aiusira' of Venus. When they are in this part

Then scorn at once a languid heart, But, 'twas my doom to ert with one

Which long hath lost its early spring; In every look so like to thee, Think of the pure bright soul thou art, That, oh! beneath the blessed sun, And-keep the ring, oh! keep the So fair there are but thou and she ! ring.

Whate'er may be her angel birth, Enough—now, turn thine eyes again ; She was thy lovely perfect twin, What, still that look and still that And wore the only shape on earth sigh!

That could have charmed my soul to Post thou not feel my counsel then ? sin ! Oh! no, beloved ! -por do I.

Your eyes !— the eyes of languid doves

Were never half so like each other! While thus to mine thy bosom lies, While thus our breaths commingling The glances of the baby loves

Resemble less their warm-eyed glow,

mother! 'Twere more than woman to be wise, "Twere more than man to wish thee Her lip!-oh, call me not falsehearted, so!

When such a lip I fondly pressed ,

'Twas Love some melting cherry parted, Did we not love so true, so dear,

Gave thee one half and her the rest! This lapse could never be forgiven ; But hearts so fond and lips so near- And when, with all thy murmuring Give me the ring, and now-oh tone heaven !

They sued, half open, to be kissed, I could as soon resist thine owo

And them, Heaven knows! I ne'er TO

resist. ON SEEING HER WITH A WHITE VEIL Then, scorn me not, though false I be,

'Twas love that waked the dear ex

cess ; ΜΑΡΓΑΡΙΤΑ ΔΗΛΟΥΣΙ ΔΑΚΡΥΩΝ POON. ,

My heart had been more true to thee, Ap. Nicephor, in Oneirocritico.

Had mine eye prized thy beauty less ! Put off the vestal veil, nor, oh!

Let weeping angels view it; Your cheeks belie its virgin spow,

TO And blush repenting through it.

WHEN I loved you, I can't but allow Put off the fatal zone you wear ;

I had many an exquisite minute ; The lucid pearls around it

But the scorn that I feel for you now Are tears that fell from Virtue there Hath even more luxury in it ! The hour that love unbound it.

Thus, whether we're on or we're off,

Some witchery seems to await you ;

To love you is pleasant enough,
THE RESEMBLANCE.

And, oh! 'tis delicious to hate you !

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AND A RICH GIRDLE.

vo cercand' 10
Donna, quant' é possibile, in altrui
La desiata vostra forma vera.

FROM THE GREEK OF
Petrarc, Sonett, 14.

MELEAGER.
Yrs, if 'twere any common love Fill high the cup with liquid flame,

That led my pliant heart astray, And speak my Heliodora's name; I grant, there's not a power above Repeat its magic o'er and o'er,

Could wipe the faithless crime away!! And let the sound my lips adore

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