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While earth wears a mantle of snow, No thunders shook with deep intestine sound The pinks are as fresh and as gay

The blooming groves that girdled her around, As the fairest and sweetest that blow ller unctuous olives and her purple vines On the beautiful bosom of May.

(Cnfelt the fury of those bursting mines) See how they have safely survivid

The peasant's hopes, and not in rain, assur't, The frowns of a sky so severe;

In peace upon her sloping sides matur d. Such Mary's true love, that has lived

When on a day, like that of the last doon, Through many a turbulent year.

A conflagration lab'ring in her womb, The charms of the late blowing rose She teem'd and heav'd with an infernal birth, Seem grac'd with a livelier hue,

That shook the circling seas and solid earta. And the winter of sorrow best shews Dark and voluminous the vaponts rise, The truth of a friend such as you.

And hang their horrors in the neighb'ringar;

While through the Stygian veil that blat ibe $ 217. Boadicea, an Ode. COWPER.

day, When the British warrior queen,

In dazzling streaks the vivid lightnings pist" Bleeding froin the Roman rods, But,O! what muse, and in what pow's of Sought, with an indignant mien,

Can trace the torrent as it burns along! Counsel of her country's gods;

Havoc and devastation in the var), Sage, beneath a spreading oak,

It marches o'er the prostrate work of man; Sat the Druid, hoary chief,

Vines, olives, herbage, forests disappear, Er'ry burning word he spoke

And all the charms of a Sicilian vear. Full of rage and full of grief:

Revolving seasons, fruiless as they pass, Princess ! if our aged eyes

See it an unform'd and an idle mass, Weep upon thy matchless wrongs, Without a soil to invite the riller's care, Tis because resentment ties

Or blade that might redeem it from despair

. All the terrors of our tongues.

Yet time at length (what will not timeachie

" Rome shall perish--write that word

Clothes it with earth, and bids the prodoce In the blood that she has spilt;

Once more the spiry myrtle crowns the zu Perish hopeless and abhorra,

And ruminating Hocks enjoy the shade. Deep in ruin as in guilt.

O bliss precarious, and unsafe retreats! Rome, for empire far renown'd

O charming paradise of short-livid streets' Tramples on a thousand states,

The self-same gale that wafts the fr2,28 Soon her pride shall kiss the ground

round, Hark! the Gaul is at her gates.

Brings to the distant ear a sullen sound: Other Romans shall arise,

Again the mountain feels th' imprison'd I. Heedless of a soldier's name;

Again pours ruin on the vale below; Sounds, not arms, shall win the prize, Ten thousand swains the wasted scened Harmony the path to fame.

That only future ages can restore. Then the progeny that springs

Yemonarchs,whom thelure of honour17 From the forests of our land,

Who write in blood the merit of rootcuArmd with thunder, clad with wings, Who strike the blow, then plead your ow.. Shall a wider world command.

fence, Regions Cæsar never knew

Glory your aim, but justice your pretence; Thy posterity shall sway,

Behold in Ætna's einblematic fires Where his eagles never flew,

The mischiefs your ambitious pride insp.-* None invincible as they.

Fast by the stream that bounds you, Such the bard's prophetic words,

domain, Pregnant with celestial fire,

And tells you where ye have a right to . Bending as he swept the chords

A nation dwells, not envious of your thr. Of his sweet but awful lyre.

Studious of peace, their r:eighbours are She, with all a monarch's pride,

IIl-fated race! how decply must they rue Felt them in her bosom glow,

Their only crime, viciniiy 10 you! (2 Rush'd to battle, fought and died,

The trumpet sounds, your legions * Dying hurld them at the foe.

Through the ripe harvest lies their destina Ruflians, pitiless as proud,

At ev'ry step beneath their feet they tread Heaven awards the vengeance due ; The life of multitudes, a nation's bread; Empire is on us bestow'd,

Earth seems a garden in its loveliest dress Shame and ruin wait for you.

Before them, and behind a wilderness;

Famine, and Pestilence, her first-bora scu, § 218. Ileroism. Cow PER. Attend to finish what the sword begun ; There was a time when Ærna's silent fire And echoing praises such as fiends mighte:

Slept unperceiv'd, the mountain yet entire ; And folly pays, resound at your return. When, conscious of no danger from below, A calm succeeds--but Plenty, with her i She tower'd a cloud-capt pyramid of snow; Of heart-felt joys, succeeds not soon again:

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nd years of pining indigence must shew “ He be de bestest poet, look! l'hai scourges are the gods that rule below. “ Dat all de vorld must please ;

Yet man, laborious man, by slow degrees “ Vor he heb vrite von book, Such is his thirst of opulence and ease)

“ So big as all dis cheese !" lies all the sinews of industrious toile If at a distance you would paint a pig, leans up the refuse of the gen'ral spoil: Let not the casou a distinctness lack; builds the iow'rs that sinokid upon the plain, Else all the lady critics will so stare, nd the sun gilds the shining spires again. And angry vow, “ Tis not a bit like hair !" Increasing commerce and reviving art Be smooth as glass-like Denner, finish high ; enew the quarrel on the conqu'ror's part ; Then every iongue commendsnd the sad lesson must be learn'd once more, For people judge not only by the eye, Jat wealth within is ruin at the door.

But feel your merit hy their finger ends! What are ye, monarchs, laurel'd heroes, say, Make oui each single bristle on his back. lit Einas of the suff’ring world ye sway? Or if your meaner subject be a wig, veet nature, stripp'd of her embroider'd robe, Nay, closely posing, o'er the picture dwell, eplores the wasted regions of her globe, As if to try the goodness by the smell. nd stands a witness at truth's awful bar, Claude's distances are too confus'da - prove you there destroyers as ye are. One floating scene-noihing made outO place me in some heav'n-protected isle, for which he ought to be abus'd, here peace, and equity; and freedom smile ; Whose works liave been so cried about. here no volcano pours his hery flood, Give ine the pencil, whose amazing style crested warrior dips his plume in blood; Makes a bird's beak appear at twenty mile; here pow'r secures what industry has won, and to my view, eyes,legs, and claws will bring, here to succeed is not to be undone ; With ev'ry feather of his tail and wing. land that distant tyrants hate in vain, Make all your trees alike, for Nature's wildBritain's isle, beneath a George's reign. Fond of' varietyếa wayward child (sune;

To blame your taste soine blockheads may pre219. Art alove Nature. PETER PINDAR. But mind, that ev'ry one be like a broom. CATURE's a coarse, vile, daubing jade

Of steel and purest silver form your waters, I've said it often, and repeat it

And make your clouds like rocks and alligators. e doth not understand her trade- [beatit.

Whene'er you paint the moon, if you are Artists, ne'er inind her work; I hope you'll

wiliing ok now, for heav'n's sake, at her skies !

Togain applause--why,paint herlike a shilling: Vhat are they ?-Simoke, for certainty, 1 Or Sol's bright orb—be sure to make him glow om chimney-tops, behold! they rise, [know; Precisely like a guinea or a "jo. Hade by some sweating cooks below. In shori, to get your pictures prais'd and sold, ok at her dirt in lanes, from whence it Convert, like Midas, ev'ry thing to gold.

I see, at excellence you'll come atlasi om hogs, and ducks, and gecse, and horses' Your clouds are made of very brilliant stuff; bums

The blues on china mugs are now surpassed, en tell me, Decency, I must request,

Your sun-seis yield not to brick-walls nor buff. 10'd copy such a dev'lish nasty beast? In stumps of trees your art so finely tlurives, nt by the yard - your canvass spread,

They really look like golden-hafted knives ! Broad as the mainsail of a man of war

Go on, my lads, leave Nature's dismal hue, ur whale shall eat up ev'ry other head,

And she ere long will come and copy you. Cv'n as the sun licks up each sneaking star ! o assure you, bulk is no bad trick- $ 220. The crooked Sixpence. BRAMSTONT. By bulky things both men and maids are Sing, Maiden Muse, taken

Sixpence, Hoop-petticoat, and Church on fire. nd, too, to lay the paints like mortar thick, Happy the maid, who, from grzen sickness Ind inake your pictures look as red as bacon. In canvas or in Holland pocket bears (free,

folks love size ; believe my rhyme; A crooked Sixpence. She envieth not rke says, 'tis part of the sublime.

New-married folks, nor sighs at others banns. Duichinan, I forget his name,- Van Grout, At eve, when Solthis hemisphere forsakes, Van Slabberchops, Van Suink, Van Swab, She to her needle or her wheel repairs ;

mat:er, though I cannot make it out- Then, not unmindful of the man, dear man, At calling naines I never was a dab- Whose faith, by promises and am'rous oaths, is Dutchman, then, a man of taste, And crooked Sixpence, was to her betroth’d, Holding a cheese that weigh'd a hundred William or Thomas ; at her work she cries, pound,

Ilis year next March is up, and so is mine. vus, like a burgomaster, spoke with judg- Meanwhile he shoes japans, or buckling wigs, ment vast :

Sings Durfey's songs by Purcellini set: " No poet like my broder step de ground. But I, who in my head bear pain, and draw * A Portuguese Johannes. + Author of the Man of Taste, the Art of Politics, &c.



Short breath, attendant sure on sickness green, Prompt to torment some pale unthriving wench
With cinders, or with mortar from the wall, with griping buckthorn, or with lancet sharp
Wretched repast! my fading flesh distain ! To pierce the sl-ivering arın. So, poets sing,
In chimney corner close 1 poking sit, Sow-gelder erst, to calves, pigs, colts, and lamb
Yor mer stir spontaneous, scarce when calld. Sworn everlasting foe, with goggling eyes
J loll, I stretch, I yawn, and from a tub 'To stables, sties, or cow-pens, early comes
(Like that whence Burgess preach'd) oatmeal Protending his fell knife, to thoughtless bulls

Sure ruin. So, in undisceming night, Oatmeal, unsalutary food if raw! [feeds Myriads of fairies, by their monarch led, More wholesome than velep'd burgut, which To infants' cradles, or to nursery rooms, North-British lad, full'famous in records In serried files march on. Meanwhile the bake, Of England's chronicle for selling kings, Secure in innocence, sleeps sound and saio. When he o'er boary hills, or craggy cliffs, The peers and peeresses, with Oberon's selle Or rugged rocks, where eagles build their nesi, Greai Oberon, of Fairy realms supreme, Rides on a galloway, though small, yet strong; Within one circle all, in dance and song, Voy'ging froni Dingbay Head through she- And midnight music, move their tiny feet

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Nurse hears, or thinks she hears, 'twixt sleep Barren and bleak, with chequer'd plaid superb, and wake, Intent with clipp'd Jacobuses to buy Loud sounds, unseen, delightful to the ear: French wine in Lusitanian casks ypent, But fairy fiddles lull again to sleep: Which well-paid perjurers vouch all for port, Eftsoons king Oberon and twelve chosen mei, Though they perhaps the growth of Bour- With scaling ladders of Dutch thread conspert, deaux be,

The cradle wount, collecting all their might: Chatteau, Margout, or the renown'd Pontack. The burthen of the ponderous child they raise,

Thus whiše in qualıns my heavy moments Inexorable; nor will aught avail [weli A wight, in habit velvet all and gold, (creep, Bright eyes, loud tears, or limbs proportion's Formal and foe, dreu monster! doctor bright, For pigmy brat they change the bouncing bo, With solemn face into the kitchen stalks. And to their own abodes, where'er they be, His bony fingers thrice my pulse assay; The harınless babe with lo Pæans drag. Thrice secrets deep he asks; surprisid, I dread So pass my days. But, when a wake or for The voice obscene, and hate the sickly sound. Cones on, and calls the joyous damsels for What shall I do? Amaz'd, confounded, dumb When swains, in leathern galligaskins clad, I stand, nor answer give to his demands, Treat nymphs with cyder, sparkling drink asi Nauseous 10 virgin ears ; my frizzled hair In welancholy lall or kitchen wide, (swe?" Stands upright, to its roof my tongue sticks dry, I cough deserted; partner for the dance Retentive faculty iny boucls lose,

None chooses me; none on the beechien bat So horrible he seems.--His horse-hair wig My name inscribes; no brawny bachelor Stiffend with angry curls, his agate cane Hangs over me enamourd. Singly sad, And gilled sword (109 oft by cowards worn). My woe through tlıree times six revolving yea Disastrous deeds forebode; in his right-hand I count; no jolly Joe, nor sober Sam, The desperate pen he takes, which, tinged with The matrimonial question e'er propos d, nik,

Or crooked Sixpence offer'd to divide. Strange characters and figures dire inscribes, Amidst the horrors of long wintry nights Illegible to maid, or man, or witch.

I sigh, my heart into my white-ranu'd shoe Oh, may such plagues averted ever be With palpitation sinks. I ponder now Froni modest spinsters! Lo! behind him sneaks Where rats-bane's sold, and now again the wa Another mortal, not unlike himself,

I view irresolure, and oft the strength Of jargon full, with termıs obscure o’ercharg'd, Of my own garters try. Pervish pine, Apothecary called, whose fætid hands And fret, and rave, and wish; my roving a.. With power mechanic,and with charnis arcane, Finds no relief, my rolling eyes no sleep. Apollo, god of medicine, has endued. But, if the stranger Morpheus does incze If he gilt pills, powder, or bolus brown, Vy painful limbs, my fancy, still awake, Haply into the open mouth convey

Thoughtful of tuan, and eager, in a dreau, Of patient; straight his body to the dose Imaginary blisses gives and takes Obsequious (as erst La Mancha's knight) In vain! awake, I find myself alone, Is to a feather-bed well-warm'd convey'd : Unbless'd, alas! and curse the bach ward es Sheets never to be chang’d, and watchsul nurse Thus do I live, from pleasure quite cut of. 'The captive wretch incarcerate, till Time, Fairing to me no generous carter brings, The best physician, set the patient free. No pears, no gingerbread, though brown, it

Beware, ye virgins, of your health beware ; sweet; Be circumspect to romp or run; ascend No filberts I, nor walnuts crack, nor squeeze The mountain's airy top; th' empiric crew The china orange through its tawny coat: Will else oft visit your abode, by fees Troubles immcase, though mightcr still reOrgold allur’il, and dangerous symptoms fiud;l main.

My Mywhale-hone hoop, that has so longwithstood With tedious lessons and long task to get, Puils, pots, and doors, and with circumference My dismal thoughts employ: or wield my pea wide

To mark dire characters on paper white : My virtuous limbs enclos’d, by frequent sparks Not blunter pen or stronger character Of fire's destroy'd (what will not fire destroy !). Uses the sage, a chiromancer light, The splinter'd ribs crack, break,and pierce amain Sprung from Egyptian king, and swarthy race, My wounded skin. In rags the canvas hangs: Amennphis, or Piolemy, when he, The seven-fold circlets of ihre Huttering hoop, In search of stolen call, or money lost, Uplifted, yield to every blast of wind, For wondering ploughman does his art einploy; Southern,

or Western, or the bleak North-east, Or for the wishi'd return of sweet-heart dear, Narth-east, that sinks the hearts of hippish Or apron fine, purloin'd from hawthorn helye, souls,

For country-maid consules directing stars, Till whale-bone, twitcher, petticoat, and all, Gemini, Taurus, or chill Capricorn. Descend with clangor to the rattling hearth. Thus while my lingering hours Ijoyless spend So when of soine great church the cupola, With magisterial look, and solemn step, Or minster of renown'd metropolis,

Appears iny school-utraster, tremendous wight! York, Canterbury, or the height of Paul's, Dreaded by truant boys: how can I 'scape Kesisting long the jaws of ravenous Time, Th' expected punislunent for task ungot l'he summer's thunder, and the winter's wind, Ayhasi I stand, nor fly to covert bench, Fam'd many centuries for its stately strength, Or corner dark, to hide my hapless head;

pon some fatal, unexpected day,' So great my terror, that it quite bereaves mit by the rapid lightning's forked gleam, My limbs the power to fly; slow be ascends Admits the flame; the melied lead runs down: Tli' appointed seat, and on his right-hand lies Their own destruction sapless beaus increase: The bushy rod, compos d of numerous twigs Che neighbours with astonishinent are seiz'd; Torn from the birchen tree, or Lending willows They stare, they scream, they help, they steal, which to the thesis of idle boys poriends, they run.

For the neglected rask, a poignant smart; rodearours vain! Unconquerd, unextinct, And with him comes 'anoiher inighty elf, lames domineer aloli: far off resounds Yclep'd an usher ; ah, terrific nanie he wreck of chancels, and the crush of aisles; To lesser wights! who if they hapless place ligh turrets hasten to the vaults below, lu station wrong pronon or participle, and proud cathedrals tuinble to the ground. Straight, by the magic of his voice, are rais'd

In attitude above their lov'd compeers,

Where they, reluctant, various torments bear, 221. Tlc Copper Farthing. PENSINGTON*. Till by their dolorous plaints, that pierce the APPY the boy, who dwells remote from skies,

down school,

They drin hind pitv, moist-ey'd goddess, Those pocket, or whose rattling-box, contains To hual, with balun'or sympaths, thiet woe.

copper Farthing! He nor grieving hears Yeurchins, take, ah ! take peculiar care, (ways, lot cheese-cakes cried, nor savoury mutton- For, when ye wou not, minch be marks your fine with his play-mates,it the dusk ofere, (pies; And in his mind revolves disastrous decds u well known blacksınith's shop, or church- Arainst th' unwary wretch. So story tells, yard, hies ;

That chanticieer, on dunghill's top elate, here, mindful of the sport that jovs his heart, with hanghty step, and watchful eve askance, {arbles, or chuck, he instantly begins, Each tiny prominence he views, where harply die Vith updissembled pleasure in his face, May find conceal'd delicious grub or worn, Co draw the circle, or to pitch the dump: To which bis inaw insatiatc forebodes Vhile I, confind within the hated walls Certain destruction, while, bchind or bush, f school, resounding with a clainorous din, Oe pale cucomp:ssing the fariner's vard, civile By still more hated books environ’d, I, Skulis Reynard, fraught with many a erally • This lady died in the year 1759, aged 25. The following character of her, by Mr Duncombe,

exrtacted from that gentleman's Poem, called " The Feininead," vol. iv. Pearch's Collection of Poezus, p. 184.

« Nor shall thy much-lov'd Pennington remain
“ Unsung, unhonour'd in my votive strain
" See where the soft enchantress, wandering o'er

The fairy ground that Phillips trod before,
* Exalt her chemic wind, and swift behoid
« The basest metal ripen into gold!
* Beneath her magic touch, with wondering eye,
" We view vile copper with pure sterling vie;
u Nor shall the Farthing, sung ly her, forvear
" To claim the praises of the smiling Fair;
« Till chuck and marble shall no more emplay
* The thoughtiess leisure of the truant buy.


T ensnare the feather'd race, who, if they stray |A miserable victim, quite decay'd Beyond the precincts of their mother's ken, With many services, and cleft throughout, He strait purloins them froın her careful wing, All useless lies : ah! sight of saddest woe With his sharp teeth torments their tender To wretched me! of every hope berest, frame,

Of every gleam of comfort. So the wretch, And with the crimson gore distains their sides, Who near or Ætna or Vesuvius dwells, Relentless; nor can all the piercing cries Beholds the sulph'rous flames, the molten rocks Of duckling, chick, or turkey, yet unfledg'd, And feels the ground trembling beneath bas iet His heart obdurate move; instant he tears Till with a horrid yawn it opens wide Each trembling limb, devours the quivering Before his eyes, all glaring with afright; Nor leaves a remnant of the bloody feast, (flesh, Swallows his cultur'd vines, his gardens, bas, Save a few fluttering feathers scatter'd round With all his soul held dear, his lovely wi. (That, with their varied plumage, whilom deck'd And prattling babes, the hopes of years to cece; The slaughter'd prey), to tell the hapless tale. All, all are lost, in ruin terrible!

Thus joyless do I spend those hours the sun Illuminates; and when the silver moon Her gentle ray dispenses, and invites The swains and maids to mix in jovial dance $ 222. The School-boy. By ihe Piev. Mr. N-a. Around the towering may-poles of the green,

rice, Author of the Indian Antiquities. W

ten by him at a rety carly age. Where cach gay ploughman does his partner As love or fate directs; or o'er the lawn choose

Multa tulit, fecitque puer. Hor. The needle thread, or toss the bounding ball; Tarice happy he, whose hours the cheering All cheerless I, nor dance, nor pieasing sport,

smiles Nor social mirth, nor bowl of nappy ale, Of freedom bless; who wantons uncontro, Partake: but on her drooping raven wing, Where Ease invites, or Pleasure's syren Voice Sad Melancholy hovers o'er my head, Him the stern tyrant with his iron scourze Pale Envy rankles deep within my breast, Annoys not, nor the dire oppressive weist And baneful venom sheds. Grim Horror too Of galling chain; but when the blushing at Attends my thoughts, and fills iny gloomy mind Purples the East, with eager transport we With tales of gliding sprites, in milk-white O'er lill, o'er valley, on his panting sleed shrouds

He bounds esulting, as in full career Array'd, and rattling chains, and yelling ghosts With horns, and hounds, and thund'ring h Irascible! or Fancy, mimic queen,

he drives To swift imagination's eye presents The flying stag; or when the dusky show A group of tiny elves, in circling davce Of eve, advancing, veil the darken'd sky, Orluscious feast employ'd; such elves as danc'd To neighb'ring tavern, blithsome, be res When Oberon vid fair Titiana wed; With boon companion, where they drown.' While I, in wishes impotent and vain, For Liberty, clear object of my hopes, In sprightly bumpers, and the mantling... The tedious moments spend; or if perchance, Far otherwise within these darksome w. Morpheus invok'd, ing heavy eye-lids close, Whose gates, with rows of triple steel secuz Dear Liberry şuill haunts my slceping thoughts, And many a bolt, prohibit all egress, And in a short-liv'd dream those joys I taste, I spend my joyless days; ere dawn appe::. Which waking are denied: and beat the hoop Rous'd from my peaceful slumbers by the With dextrous hand, or run with feet as swilt Of awe-inspiring bell, whose every stroke As feather'd arrow Hies from archer's bow: Chills my heart-blood, all irembling, I dec Till, from my slumber wak’d, too soon I find From dreary garret, round whose anciana It was illusion all, and mockery vain. Gaping with hideouschinks, the whistlingt.

Thus, comfortless, appalld, forlorn I pass Perpetual raves, and fierce descending ra... The tardy hours, nor of those viands laste, Discharge their fury--dire lethargic deas Which are on other boys full oft bestowed Oppress my drowsy sense; still fancy tetr. In plenteous manner by the liberal hand With fond ideal joys, and, fir'd withi whai Of friend indulgent; apple-pye, or tart, Or poets sing, or fabled tale records, Or trembling custard of delicious goût, Presents transporting visions; goblets CTC#. Or frothy syllabub in copious bowl,

With juice of nectar, or the food divine Hard fate for me! Yet harder still betides Of rich ambrosia, tempting to the sight! Me, hapless youth! My faithful top, that oft While in the shade of some embowering Has cheer'd my drooping spirits, and reviv'd I lie reclin'd, or through Elysian plains My saddening thoughts, when o'er the pave- Enraptur'd stray; where every plant and fou: mnent smooth

Send forth an odorous smell, and all the ai* It spins, and sleeps, and to its master's land With songs of love and melody resounds. Does ample justice, vow, alus! become Meanwhile berzumbing cold iniades my juil. To all the rude inclemencies of weather, As with slow faltering footsteps I reut To time and destiny's relentless doom To where, of antique mould, á lofty dome


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