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O solitude! where are the charms
That sages have seen in thy face? Better dwell in the midst of alarms,
Than reign in this horrible place. I am out of humanity's reach,
I must finish my journey alone, Never hear the sweet music of speech,
I start at the sound of my own.
My form with indifference see;
Their tameness is shocking to me. Society, friendship, and love,
Divinely bestowed upon man, 0, had I the wings of a dove,
How soon would I taste you again! My sorrows I then might assuage
In the ways of religion and truth, Might learn from the wisdom of age,
And be cheer'd by the sallies of youth. Religion! what treasure untold
Resides in that heavenly word !
Or all that this earth can afford.
These valleys and rocks never heard,
Or smiled when a sabbath appear'd. Ye winds, that have made me your sport,
Convey to this desolate shore
Of a land I shall visit no more.
A wish or a thought after me?
Though a friend I am never to see. How fleet is a glance of the mind !
Compared with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind,
And the swift-winged arrows of light.
When I think of my own native land,
In a moment I seem to be there;
Soon hurries me back to despair.
The beast is laid down in his lair;
And I to my cabin repair.
And mercy, encouraging thought!
And reconciles man to his lot.
ON THE PROMOTION OF
EDWARD THURLOW, ESQ.
To the Lord High Chancellorship of England.
And in his sportive days,
And Genius shed his rays.
The experienced and the sage,
With all the skill of age !
Proclaim him born to sway
And bear the palm away.
He sprang impetuous forth,
Attends superior worth.
Ere yet he starts is known,
What all had deem'd his own.
TA ODE TO PEACE.
COME, peace of mind, delightful guest Return, and make thy downy nest
Once more in this sad heart: Nor riches I nor power pursue, Nor hold forbidden joys in view ;
We therefore need not part.
And pleasure's fatal wiles ?
The banquet of thy smiles ?
And wilt thou quit the stream
To be a guest with them?
Whate'er I loved before;
Farewell! we meet no more!
The purpose of to-day,
To-morrow rends away.
Vice seems already slain ;
And it revives again.
Some foe to his upright intent
Finds out his weaker part; Virtue engages his assent,
But Pleasure wins his heart.
"Tis here the folly of the wise
Through all his heart we view;
His conscience owns it true.
Bound on a voyage of awful length
And dangers little known,
Man vainly trusts his own.
But oars alone can ne'er prevail,
To reach the distant coast;
Or all the toil is lost.
REBELLION is my theme all day;
I only wish 'twould come (As who knows but perhaps it may !)
A little nearer home.
Yon roaring boys who rave and fight
On t'other side th' Atlantic,
But most so when most frantic.
When lawless mobs insult the court,
That man shall be my toast,
Who bravely breaks the most.
But O! for him my fancy culls
The choicest flowers she bears, Who constitutionally pulls
Your house about vour ears.
Such civil broils are my delight,
Though some folks can't endure them,
And that a rope must cure them.
Such strings for all who need 'em
Then farewell British freedom !
ON OBSERVING SOME NAMES OF LITTLE NOTE RECORDED IN THE BIOGRAPHIA BRITANNICA.
Ox, fond attempt to give a deathless lot
So when a child, as playful children use,
REPORT OF AN ADJUDGED CASE, NOT TO BE
FOUND IN ANY OF THE BOOKS.
The spectacles set them unhappily wrong:
To which the said spectacles ought to belong.
With a great deal of skill, and a wig full of learni j; While chief baron Ear sat to balance the laws,
So famed for his talent in nicely discerning.