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So feels the funess of our heart and eyes,
When all of Genius which can perish dies.
A mighty Spirit is eclipsed-a Power
Hath pass'd from day to darkness—to whose hour
Of light no likeness is bequeath'd-no name,
Focus at once of all the rays of Fame!
The flash of Wit,the bright Intelligence,
The beam of Song-the blaze of Eloquence,
Set with their Sun-but still have left behind
The enduring produce of immortal Mind;
Fruits of a genial morn, and glorious noon,
A deathless part of him who died too soon.
But sinall that portion of the wondrous whole,
These sparkling segments of that circling soul,
Which all embraced--and lighten'd over all,
To cheer—to pierce-to please-or to appal.
From the charm'd council to the festive board,
Of human feelings the unbounded lord ;
In whose acclaim the loftiest voices vied,
The praised-the proud—who made his praise their pride.
When the loud cry of trampled Hindostan
Arose to Heaven in her appeal from man,
His was the thunder-his the avenging rod,
The wrath-the delegated voice of God!
Which shook the nations through his lips--and blazed
Till vanquish'd senates trembled as they praised.

And here, oh ! here, where yet all young and warm
The gay creations of his spirit charm,
The matchless dialogue--the deathless wit,
Which knew not what it was to intermit;
The glowing portraits, fresh from life, that bring
Home to our hearts the truth from which they spring:
These wondrous beings of his Fancy, wrought
To fulness by the fiat of his thought,
Here in their first abode you may still meet,
Bright with the hues of his Promethean heat:
A halo of the light of other days,
Which still the splendour of its orb betrays.

But should there be to whom the fatal blight
Of failing Wisdom yields a base delight,
Men who exult when minds of heavenly tone
Jar in the music which was born their own,
Still let them pause--ah! little do they know
That what to them seem'd Vice might be but Woa.
Hard is his fate on whom the public gaze
Is fix'd for ever to detract or praise;
Repose denies her requiem to his name,
And Folly loves the martyrdom of Famo.
The secret enemy whose sleepless eye
Stands sentinel--accuser-judge-and spy,
The foe-the fool-tbe jealous--and the vain,
The envious who but breathe in others' pain,

Behold the host ! delighting to deprave,
Who track the steps of glory to the grave,
Watch every fault that daring Genius owes
Half to the ardour which its birth bestows,
Distort the truth, acoumulate the lie,
And pile the pyramid of Calumny!
These are his portion-but if join'd to these
Gaunt Poverty should league with deep Disease,
If the high Spirit must forget to soar,
And stoop to strive with Misery at the door,
To soothe Indignity-and face to face
Meet sordid Rage-and wrestle with Disgrace,
To find in Hope but the renew'd caress,
The serpent-fold of further Faithlessness :
If such may be the ills which men assail,
What marvel if at last the mightiest fail ?
Breasts to whom all the strength of feeling given,
Bear hearts electric-charged

with fire from heaven,
Black with the rude collision, inly torn,
By clouds surrounded, and on whirlwinds borne,
Driven o'er the lowering atmosphere that nurst
Thoughts which have turn'd to thunder-scorch-and bursts

But far from us and from our mimic scene
Such things should be--if such have ever been ;
Ours be the gentler wish, the kinder task,
To give the tribute Glory need not ask,
To mourn the vanish'd beam-and add our mita
Of praise in payment of a long delight.
Ye Orators I whom yet our councils yield,
Mourn for the veteran Hero of your field !
T'he worthy rival of the wondrous Three ! *
Whose words were sparks of Immortality!
Ye Bards ! to whom the Drama's Muse is dear,
He was your Master-emulate him here!
Ye men of wit and social eloquence !
He was your brother-bear his ashes hence !
While Powers of mind, almost of boundless range,
Complete in kind--as various in their change,
While Eloquence-Wit-Poesy—and Mirth,
That humbier Harmonist of care on Earth,
Survive within our souls-while lives our sense
Of pride in Merit's proud pre-eminence,
Long shall we seek his likeness—long in vain,
And turn to all of him which may remain,
Sighing that Nature form'd but one such man,
And broke the die-in moulding Sheridan.

Dioduld. Jeg

• Pitt, Fox, 204 Barka

STANZAS TO AUGUSTA. THOUGH the day of my destiny's over,

And the star of my fate hath declined, Thy soft heart refused to discover

The faults which so many could find ;
Though thy soul with my grief was acquainted,

It shrunk not to share it with me,
And the love which my spirit hath painted

It never hath found but in thee.
Then when nature around me is smiling,

The last smile which answers to mine,
I do not believe it beguiling,

Because it reminds me of thine ;
And when winds are at war with the ocean,

As the breasts I believed in with me,
If their billows excite an emotion,

It is that they bear me from thee.
Though the rock of my last hope is shiver'd,

And its fragments are sunk in the wave,
Though I feel that my soul is deliver'd

To pain—it shall not be its slave. There is many a pang to pursue me :

They may crush, but they shall not contemThey may torture, but shall not subdue mom

"Tis of thee that I think not of them. Though human, thou didst not deceive me,

Though woman, thou didst not forsake,
Though loved, thou forborest to grieve me,

Though slander'd, thou never couldst shaka,-
Though trusted, thou didst not disclaim mo,

Though parted, it was not to fly,
Though watchful, 'twas not to defame me,

Nor mute, that the world might belie. Yet I blame not the world, nor despise it,

Nor the war of the many with one--If my soul was not fitted to prize it,

'Twas folly not sooner to shun: And if dearly that error hath cost me,

And more than I once could foresee,
I have found that, whatever it lost me,

It could not deprive me of thee.
From the wreck of the past, which hath porish'd,

Thus inuch I at least may recall,
It hath taught me that what I most cherish'd

Deserved to be dearest of all :
In the desert a fountain is springing,

In the wide waste there still is a tree,
And a bird in the solitude singing,
Which speaks to my spirit of thee.

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My sister! my sweet sister! if a name

Dearer and purer were, it should be thine, Mountains and seas divide us, but I claim

No tears, but tenderness to answer mine : Go where I will, to me thou art the same

A loved regret which I would not resign. There yet are two things in my destiny, A world to roam through, and a home with thee. The first were nothing-had I still the last,

It were the haven of my happiness ; But other claims and other ties thou hast,

And mine is not the wish to make them less.
A strange doom is thy father's son's, and past

Recalling, as it lies beyond redress ;
Reversed for him our grandsire's fate of yore,–
He had no rest at sea, nor I on shore.
If my inheritance of storms hath been

lu other elements, and on the rocks Of perils, overlook'd or unforeseen,

I have sustain'd my share of worldly shocks,
The fault was mine; nor do I seek to screen

My errors with defensive paradox ;
I have been cunning in mino overthrow,
The careful pilot of my proper woe.
Mine were my faults, and mine be their reward,

My whole life was a contest, since the day That gave me being, gave me that which marr'd

The gift,-a fate, or will, that walk'd astray ; And I at times have found the struggle hard,

And thought of shaking off my bonds of clay : But now I fain wouid for a time survive, If but to see what next can well arrive. Kingdoms and empires in my little day

I have outlived, and yet I am not old; And when I look on this, the petty spray

Of my own years of trouble, which have rolld Like a wild bay of breakers, melts away :

Something I know not what-does still uphold A spirit of slight patience ;-Lot in vain, Even for its own sake, do we purchase pain. Perhaps the workings of defiance stir

Within me,-or perhaps a cold despair, Brought on when ills habitually recur,

Perhaps a kinder clime, or purer air, (For even to this may change of soul refer,

And with light armour we may learn to bear,} Have taught me a strange quiet, which was not The chief companion of a calmer lot.

I feel almost at times as I have fel!

In happy childhood ; trees, and flowers, and broolis Which do remember me of where I dwelt,

Ere my young mind was sacrificed to books, Come as of yore upon me, and can melt

My heart with recognition of their looks ; And even at moments I could think I see Some living thing to love--but none like thee.

Ilere are the Alpine landscapes which create

A fund for contemplation ;-to admire Is a brief feeling of a trivial date;

But something worthier do such scenes inspire.
Here to be lonely is not desolate,

For much I view which I could most desire,
And, above all, a lake I can behold
Lovelier, not dearer, than our own of old.

Oh, that thou wert but with me!-but I grow

The fool of my own wishes, and forget The solitude which I have vaunted so

Has lost its praise in this but one regret ;
There may be others which I less may show ;-

I am not of the plaintive mood, and yet
I feel an ebb in my philosophy,
And the tide rising in my alter'd eye.

I did remind thee of our own dear Lake,

By the old Hall which may be mine no more. Leman's is fair ; but think not I forsake

The sweet remembrance of a dearer shore : Lad havoc Time must with my memory make,

Ere that or thou can fade these eyes before; Though, like all things which I have loved, they are Resign'd for ever, or divided far.

The world is all before me; I but ask

Of Nature that with which she will complyIt is but in her summer's sun to bask,

To mingle with the quiet of her sky,
To see her gentle face without a mask,

And never gaze on it with apathy.
She was my early friend, and now shall be
My sister-till I look again on thee.

I can reduce all feelings but this one ;

And that I would not ;-for at length I see Such scenes as those wherein my life begun.

The earliest—even the only paths for me Had I but sooner learnt the crowd to shun,

I had been better than now can be ; The passions which have torn me would have slept; I had not suffer'd, and thou hadst not wept.

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