into descriptions which may entertain, but neither strengthen nor elevate the mind. Gray, fastidious in taste, and jealous of reputation, has left few productions of his Muse, but they are exquisite in their kind. His well-known Elegy,' will be read while there is a human mind capable either of feeling or of taste; yet must we lament its entire destitution of those truths, which by bringing “ life and immortality to light” have rubbed death of its sting, and the grave of its

This deficiency has been supplied by an anonymous American poet, whose interesting lines will be found on the 253rd page. Cow PER is the most useful and interesting of Christian Poets. Greatly inferior to Milton in creative genius, he excels him in moral effect, by coming home to the business and bosoms of men. If be does not, like our Epic Bard, enable us to range through ideal worlds, he shows ns as in a lucid and faithful mirror the scenery and interests of our own. If he does not, like him, invest the facts of Revelation with high imaginings, he inculcates its special verities with unsparing fidelity and poetic charm, Even bis satire is kindly severe, wounding to heal; while in his humorous pieces, it is the moral which adorns the tale. Contemporary with Cowper, though a Poet of very different order, was the unhappy BURNS. We admire his Hogarih-like humour, his thrilling pathos, bis native grace and fire, but we lament his abuse of the extraordinary talents with which "the Father of lights” had endued him. His “Cotter's Satarday-Night” will transmis to distant ages a faithful picture of Scottish piety in humble life. Its length alone prevented its insertion. Of the same nation with Burns, was the meek, tender, and pious GRAHAMB. The several pieces introduced from his works carry with them their own recommendation.

| Having arrived at our own time, BYRON, its brightest poetical ornament, claims our first attention. We are not insensible either to the might or the charm of his Lordship’s genius, but we confess that his productions remind us of poison presented in a golden chalice, or of the serpent which fascinates to deceive, and lures to destroy. Even his descriptions of Nature are interwoven with 'sentiments which no believer in the truth of Scripture, or friend to human happiness can approve. We have, thongh not without difficulty, furnished a few unexceptionable extracts from his works.

We cannot refrain from expressing our admiration of « The Course of Time." It is a Poem which will live when some of its more flashy compeers shall have been forgotten. It may have been over-praised ; it is occasionally harsh and prosaic; but withal, it is a work of extraordinary merit and promise ;--promise alas,-never to be realized in the present world! Its highly-gifted Author can no more be soothed by flattery; nor grieved by censure. His earthly Harp lies broken and silent in death, but he has taken up the “ Harp of Eternity” and is singing the “new song" in rapt and undying strains

“ In the blest kingdom meek of joy and love,
Where entertain him all the saints above,
In 'solemn troops, and sweet societies,
That sing, and singing in their glory move,

And wipe the tear forever from his eyes."
POLLOK, by his premature removal to a better world, reminds us of the lamented
Kirk White, whose memory Southey and Byron have united to embalm. His-
Poetry is now identified with the affecting history of his life, and

“ Each gives each a double charm.” His early death is among those hidden mysteries of Providence, which we wait the light of Eternity to reveal.

Our notice of living Poets, must be very brief. WORDS WORTH abounds in musings, which are exceedingly beautiful, though occasionally obscure. CRABBE is the poetic Morland of the day. His graphic sketches of life cannot fail to interest and please, though we wish they were less morbid, and not deformed by occasional caricatures of Evangelical Truth. CAMPBELL, who has written no second work worthy of his superior genius, seems determined to leave us to “The Pleasures of Hope." We find in Sir W. Scott several faithful pictures of Nature and well-told tales of olden time, but it is not by his poetry chiefly that he will be known tv posterity ; indeed its reputation seems to be already on the decline. SOUTHEY has exchanged his Aonian flights for the more profitable walks of prose, and as his principles have greatly improved in his maturer years, we wish that he would favour us with more frequent effasions of his Muse; of a different class, however, from his “Vision of Judgment." COLERIDGE, if he had written nothing but his “Chamouny," included in this Selection, would deserve to rank with Poets of a superior order. MONTGOMERY, more than any other living Poet, resembles the amiable Cowper, and is entitled to the rare praise of having written

“No line which dying he need wish to blot.” The Poetry of Mrs. Hemans reminds us of her first name, as few excel her in correctness of sentiment, or Felicity of diction. She is worthy of being associated with a BARBAULD, a H. More, and a J. TAYLOR. BOWRING has not only transfused the beauties of Foreign Poets into his own language, but is himself a Poet of no ordinary merit.

In this brief notice of many of the Poets of our Country, we have omitted several names, dear both to genius and to piety, and from whose works we have enriched our Selection.

In compiling our volume, we have endeavoured to confine ourselves to Poetry of a superior order, except in instances in which the pith and unction of the sentiment more than compensate the defects of the Muse. Rigid attention bas been paid to the principles of the Work, so that we hope it contains nothing offensive to the purest Morals, or inconsistent with Revealed Truth.

The Arrangement will we hope be found convenient, and supply a deficiency which must have been often remarked in works of a similar kind.

We beg to acknowledge our obligations to various living Authors; particularly to Messrs. MONTGOMERY, BOWRING, EDM ESTON, and CONDER; also to our gifted, but too-much-neglected Townsman, CARRINGTON.

We are much indebted to our Subscribers, and beg them to accept the Vignette, as an expression of our gratitnde for their kind Patronage of the volume, which we now commend to their judgment-to public inspection-and to the blessing of God.


Devonport, 1829.



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PAGE. ABASH'd be all the boast of age » ... 142 BEAUTIFUL are you in your lowliness 57 Above, below, where'er I gaze vs.

Beautiful creature,

, I have been ...... Above me are the Alps...

***"..... 101 Begin from first wbere be encradled .. 134 A cloud lay cradled near the setting sun 105 Behold the changes of the skies

48 A crimson glow adorns the western sky 260 Behold the large Leviathan arise 81 Acquaint thee, O mortal, acquaint thee 206 Behold this ruin, 'twas a skull........ 294 Adieu to thee fạir Rhine, a vain adien 91 Behold yon glorious, orb, whose feeble 109 A fairer isle than Britain, never sun., 82 Be it a weakness it deserves some praise 119 A florist a sweet little blossom espied 67 Beneath, a sleeping infant lies

255 Again the Lord of life and light 160

Beneath the hedge, or near the stream 72 Alas for Sicily! rúde fragments now.. 224 Beyond the glittering starry skies 163 A little particle of rain ............. 296 Blame not the monumental stone .... 255 All in the power of their great Maker 33 Blessed be thy name for ever ........ 17 All pight the booming minnte yun... 95 Blind, poor, and helpless Bartimeus sat 144 All worldly shapes shall melt in glooin 272 Bold Infidelity! torn pale and die.... 255 Almighty King who sit'st above ...... 8 Brightest and best of the sons of the.. 140 And afterwards the famous rivers came 89 Bright morning star of bliss.......... 174 And did he rise? Hear, 0, ye nations 159 Bright portals of the sky

161 And first came Faith, the Marshal ... 172 Bright stranger, welcome to my field 71 Aud forth they passe, with pleasure 51 Bright Summer beams along the sky.. 37 And greedy Avarice by him did ride.. 125 But art thon thus indeed alone ?...... 235 And him beside rides fierce, revenging 125 But how shall He the great Supreme.. 206 And is there care in heaven, and is .. 185 But if our thoughts are fix'd aright.... 239 And next to him malicious Envy rode 125 | By Judab's vales, and olive-glades.... 204 And now on earth the seventh evening 262 But 'tis not local prejudice that prompts 88 And thou hast walked about.......... 290 But who can paint like nature ?...... 56 And wbat is this? Survey the wondrous 131 Angels, assist to sing

18 Can I bid thee little stranger ....... 118 A nightingale that all day long 72 Cease here. Ionger to detain me ......

246 Another day has pass'd along

264 Charity, decent, modest, easy, kind 176 A poor wayfaring Man of grief 211 Childhood, happiest stage of life...... 119 Are lbese the trees? Is this the place ? 218 Child of man, whose seed below...... 170 Are ye forever to your skies departed 186 Come down in thy profoundest gloom 232 Around Bethesda's healing wave 143 Come golden evening! In the west.. 30 Around the fire one wintry night 222 Come, my fond fluttering heart ...... 182 Art thou a thing of mortal birth 119 Contemplate when the son declines 296 As at their work two weaverg sat .... 288 Creation's heir, the first, the last...... 188 A shadow on my spirit fell .......... 254 Creator, Spirit, by whose aid ........ 166 A soul prepar'd needs no delays 255 A spirit passed before me, I beheld.. 206 DAME Charity one day was tired A voice comes from Ramah 209 Dartmoor rears in the dim distance

102 Awake my soul, lift up thine eyes.... 177 Darkness bow rose as daylight sunk.. 142


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Deep in Sabea's fragrant groves retired 133 Go wing thy flight from star to star .. 282
Delightful Tamar, swell the notes .... 90 Great All in All! I bend in dust

Doll Atheist! could a giddy dance.... 1 Great God! whose essence, pure, divine 2
Dufy and Pleasure long at strife...... 287 Great (Ocean too that morning

Dweller in heaven, and ruler below 10

HAIL, and farewell, thou lovely guest 62
Each fabled fount of comfort dry.... 128 Hail, beauteous stranger of the grove.. 76
Earth now is green, and heaven is blue 39 Hail Devon, in thy bosom let me rest 86
England, with all thy faults I love thee 82 Hail, gentle winds! I love your...... 103
Ere sin could blight or sorrow fade 255 Hail! great Immanuel, ever honour'd 165

Hail! hail! reviv'd, reviving Spring.. 39
FAIR are the provinces that England 88 Hail, noble Albion; where no golden 82
Fair Automp spreads her fields of gold 38 Hail the day that-sees him rise

Fair flower that shann'st the glare of day 59 Hail to thy hues thou lovely flower 62
Fair flowers in sweet succession should 270 Happiness! thou lovely name ........ 169
Fair pledges of a fruitful tree ........ 218 Happy me! O happy sheep.......... 165
Faith, Hope, and Love now dwell.... 177 Hark, in the vale I hear thy evening.. 75
Faith, like a simple, unsuspecting child 173 Hark, twas dark winter's sullen voice 38
Fallen is thy throne, O Israel .... 212 Hard is the heart who never at the tomb 272
Far from the world, O Lord! I fee .. 181 Harp of Eternity! begin the song.... 18
Far to the right where Appennine.... 83 Hast thou a charm to stay the morning 29
Father of heaven, full many a wasted 238 Have ye dwelt in the land of the brave 98
Faults in the life breed errors ........ 295 Hear what they were : The progeny.. 123
Fierce o'er the sands the lordly lion stalks 79 He came, the sweet angel my Father 242
Fierce passions discompose the mind.. 180 He is the freeman, whom the truth .. 180
First-born of Ether, high in fields of light 131 Here bliss is short, imperfect, insecore 275
Forced from home and all its pleasures 231 Here having stepp'd aboard, he turn'd 145
Forgive thy foes, nor that alone ...... 296 Her mighty sails the breezes swell.... 227
For man to tell how hirman life began 116 He wept by Lazarus’ grave, how will 164
Form'd in pnre celestial fashion ...... 127 He who hath bent him o'er the dead.. 83
Furth from the dark and stormy sky.. 184 High on her rock in solitary state.... 234
For tho' in souls where taste and sense 215 His eyes uplifted and his hands close.. 144
For thou didst die for me, oh Son of God 157 Hope, with uplifted foot set free 174
For thou wast born of woman, thou didst 135 Honour and happiness unite

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France, and Spain, and Portugal 231 How beautiful is morn

Friend after friend departs

241 How cheerfully the unpartiall Sunne.. 178
From brightning fields of ether

44 How fair is the Rose! what a beautiful 61
From Calvary a cry was heard
155 How long ye miserably blind

'From conquest Jeptha came.......... 200 How lovely is this wildered scene .... 115
From Olivet's sequestered seats ......

147 How many thousands are wakening 258
From the hill, stout timber Noah fell’d 190 How poor, how rich, how abject 126
From the recesses of a lowly spirit 183 How rich the Peacock! what bright.. 76
Full of mercy, full of love

143 How softly now the vernal gales...... 43

How still the morning of the hallow'd 263
Give me my scallop-shell of quiet.... 181 Ноу smiling wakes the verdant year.. 37
Glittring beneath the morning's potent 90 How sweetly flow'd the gospel's sound 142
God of my life, and Author of my days 14 How sweet in the musing of faith .... 159
God in the high and holy place

34 How withered, perished seems the form 61
God moves in a mysterious way

Go to dark Gethsemane

159 I ASK'D an aged man, a man of cares 256
Go where a foot hath never trod .*., 194 I ask'd the heavens what foe to God.. 157


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I bow before the power

16 Loud blew the storm of night ..
I did but see him and he disappeared 246 Lo where a crowd of pilgrims toil.... 181
If Nature smiles e en here below .... 277
If this delicious, grateful flower 236 MANTLED in storms; attended by the 47
I gaze upon yon orbs of light
261 Many are the sayings of the wise ....

I hate that Drum's discordant sound.. 293 Man with his whole posterity. must die 130
I heard that Negro on his lowly bed .. 232 Meek twilight! haste to shroud ......

I hear thee speak of the better land .. 279 | Me, O my God! thy piercing eye ....

I loved thee daughter of my heart .... 245 Methinks it is good to be here........ 269
Immense Creator! whose all-powerful 12

Mild is the Behemoth, though large 80
In a valley obscure, on a bank of green 64 Mild offspring of a dark and sullen sire 58
In days of yore as Gothic fable tells . 284 Mindful of disaster past

In distant days of wild romance ......

292 Minutest of the feather'd kind........ 73
In Israel's fane by silent night

200 Moon of Harvest, herald mild........ 111
Injured, hopeless, faint and weary.... 193 My chaise the village inn did gain...
I never hear that plaintive sigh 238 | My conscience is my crown.......... 212
In this pillar I do lie.....

192 | My ear is pained, my, soul is sick 230
In times like ours, 'twere wise if people 294 My God, all nature owns thy sway ..

I quit the world's fantastic joys ...... 182 | My God, thy boundless love we praise 12
I saw it in my evening walk

58 Muse! take the harp of prophecy 265
I saw them in white raiment

281 Mysterions visitant! whose beauteous 114
I sing of God the mighty source ...... 1
I sought Thee round abont, O thou ... 3 NAY, do not wantonly destroy

Is there no power our darkness 169 | Nay, shrink not from that word Farewell 239
li bappen'd on a solemn even-tide.... 160 Next, brave Philotimus in post did ride 124
It happen'd on a cloudy morn........ 286 Next to the captain, coward Deilos .. 126
It is a fearful thing to see .........

238 | Night is the time for rest ............ 260
It is a solemo chapter, and is graced.. 211 No airy dreams their simple fancies .. 253
It is not that my lot is luw

235 Noble the mountain stream .......... 283
It seems as if the summer sky........ 265 Nor less attractive is the woodland .. 51
It was a summer-evening.

225 No sounds of worldly toil ascending.. 97
I was toss'd on the billows of life .... 146 Not a tree, a plant, a leaf, a blossom 51
I will not praise the often flatter'd rose 60 Not seldom, clad in radiant vest...... 14

Not worlds on worlds in phalanx deep 59
J&HOVAH reigns: let every nation bear 7 Now let the bright reverse be known 172
Jesus, and didst thou condescend 148 Now the golden morn aloft ..........

Jesus while he dwelt below

153 No war, or battle's sound.......... 136
Joy to the followers of the Lord...... 179

OBSCUREST night involyed the sky 229
KING of the dead how long shall sweep 213 O bury not the dead by day..

Know'st thou the value of a soul...... 296 O day most calm and bright

Odours of spring iny sense ye charm.. 242
LAND where the bones of our fathers 240 O execrable son so to aspire
Last smile of the departing year......

60 Oft have I seen, when musing........ 121
Let us with a gladsome mind

O God, whose thunder shakes the sky 178
Lift up your heads ye everlasting gates 162 Oh call my brother back to me ...... 244
Light from the sou the lark exulting.. 75 Oh come with thy olive-branch

Little inmate, full of mirth

71 Oh for that spirit which on Moses' lyre 197
Live while you live, the Epicure would 296 Oh for the harp that David swept .... 201
Lord it belongs not to my care 176 O gracious power, for thy belov'd 41
Look where he comes; in this

O band of bounty largely spreact 34


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