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The next, his swarthy brethren of the mine Learned, by his altered speech, the change divine!Laughed when they should have wept, and swore the day Was nigh when he would swear as fast as they.
"No," said the penitent,—"such words shall share
"This breath no more; devoted now to prayer.
"O! if Thou seest (Thine eye the future sees)
"That I shall yet again blaspheme, like these,
'' Now strike me to the ground on which I kneel,
"Ere yet this heart relapses into steel:
"Now take me to that heaven I once defied,
'' Thy presence, Thy embrace!"—He spoke, and died!
TO THE REV. MR. NEWTON,
ON HIS RETURN FROM RAMSGATE.
That ocean you of late surveyed,
You from the flood-controlling steep
With conscious joy, the threatening deep,
To me the waves that ceaseless broke Upon the dangerous coast,
Your sea of troubles you have past,
I, tempest-tossed, and wrecked at last,
MONUMENTAL INSCRIPTION TO WILLIAM NORTHCOT.
Hie sepultus est
Care, vale! Sed non aeterniim, care, valeto!
Namque iteriim tecum, sim mod6 dignus, ero.
Nec tu marcesces, nec lacrymabor ego.
Farewell !" But not for ever," Hope replies;
I AM just two and two, I am warm, I am cold, And the parent of numbers that cannot be told, I am lawful, unlawful—a duty, a fault,— I am often sold dear, good for nothing when bought; An extraordinary boon, and a matter of course, And yielded with pleasure when taken by force. July, 1780.
TO SIR JOSHUA REYNOLDS.
Dear President, whose art sublime
Thus say the sisterhood :—We come-
First strike a curve, a graceful bow,
Iberia, trembling from afar,
Repenting Holland learns to mourn
IMPROMPTU ON READING THE CHAPTER ON POLYGAMY, IN
If John marries Mary, and Mary alone,
ON A REVIEW CONDEMNING THELYPHTHORA.
I HAVE read the Review; it is learned and wise,
ON MADAN'S ANSWER TO NEWTON'S COMMENTS
M. quarrels with N., because M. wrote a book
Now N. had a wife, and he wanted but one,
A TALE, IN VERSE.
Hor. Od. i. 27
Airv Del Castro was as bold a knight
In fairy-land was born the matchless dame,
The land of dreams, Hypothesis her name.
There Fancy nursed her in ideal bowers,
And laid her soft in amaranthine flowers;
Delighted with her babe, the enchantress smiled,
And graced with all her gifts the favourite child.
Her wooed Sir Airy, by meandering streams,
In daily musings and in nightly dreams;
With all the flowers he found, he wove in haste
Wreaths for her brow, and girdles for her waist;
His time, his talents, and his ceaseless care,
All consecrated to adorn the fair;
No pastime but with her he deigned to take,
And if he studied, studied for her sake.
And, for Hypothesis was somewhat long,
Nor soft enough to suit a lover's tongue,
He called her Posy, with an amorous art,
And graved it on a gem, and wore it next his heart.
But she, inconstant as the beams that play On rippling waters in an April day, With many a freakish trick deceived his pains, To pathless wilds and unfrequented plains Enticed him from his oaths of knighthood far, Forgetful of the glorious toils of war. 'Tis thus the tenderness that Love inspires Too oft betrays the votaries of his fires;Borne far away on elevated wings, They sport like wanton doves in airy rings, And laws and duties are neglected things. Nor he alone addressed the wayward fair, Full many a knight had been entangled there;But still, whoever wooed her or embraced, On every mind some mighty spell she cast. Some she would teach (for she was wondrous wise, And made her dupes see all things with her eyes) That forms material, whatsoe'er we dream, Are not at all, or are not what they seem;That substances and modes of every kind Are mere impressions on the passive mind;And he that splits his cranium, breaks at most A fancied head against a fancied post:Others, that earth, ere sin had drowned it all, Was smooth and even as an ivory ball;That all the various beauties we survey, Hills, valleys, rivers, and the boundless sea, Are but departures from the first design, Effects of punishment and wrath divine. She tutored some in Daedalus's art, And promised they should act his wildgoose part, On waxen pinions soar without a fall, Swift as the proudest gander of them all. But fate reserved Sir Airy to maintain
The wildest project of her teeming brain; —
"Fair fall the deed !" the knight exulting cried, "Now is the time to make the maid a bride!"
'T'was on the noon of an autumnal day, October hight, but mild and fair as May; When scarlet fruits the russet hedge adorn, And floating films envelop every thorn; When gently as in June the rivers glide, And only miss the flowers that graced their side; The linnet twittered out his parting song, With many a chorister the woods among; On southern banks the ruminating sheep Lay snug and warm ;—'twas Summer's farewell peep. Propitious to his fond intent there grew An arbour near at hand of thickest yew, With many a boxen bush close dipt between, And phillyrea of a gilded green.
But what old Chaucer's merry page befits, The chaster muse of modern days omits. Suffice it then in decent terms to say, She saw,—and turned her rosy cheek away. Small need of prayer-book or of priest, I ween, Where parties are agreed, retired the scene, Occasion prompt, and appetite so keen. Hypothesis (for with such magic power Fancy endued her in her natal hour) From many a steaming lake and reeking bog, Bade rise in haste a dank and drizzling fog, That curtained round the scene where they reposed, And wood and lawn in dusky folds enclosed.
Fear seized the trembling sex; in every grove They wept the wrongs of honourable love: "In vain," they cried, "are hymeneal rites, "Vain our delusive hope of constant knights; "The marriage bond has lost its power to bind, "And flutters loose, the sport of every wind. "The bride, while yet her bride's attire is on, "Shall mourn her absent lord, for he is gone, "Satiate of her, and weary of the same, "To distant wilds, in quest of other game. "Ye fair Circassians! all your lutes employ, "Seraglios sing, and harems dance for joy!