ANTISTROPHE. O fell Despair! should e'er my soul May then, as I eccentric stray, No yawning chasm cross my way, No cliff, that o'er the raging main EPODE. There are who, yielding to affliction's smart, To wild Imagination's lawless power, The gloomy perturbation scarce restrain, When lonely Silence rules the darkling hour. Ah! ne'er may such, while throbs the wildering brain, With devious step, this tottering brink attain! ÓDE X. TO FULVIA. Inscribed upon a Fan that had been long in the Author's possession. (Sept. 1803.) STROPHE. FULVIA-what Time, on troubled pinion sailing,- Since first this toy (in Fortune's fitful season) Memorial of those feelings, how awaken'd! By many a boon, to Friendship's heart how cordial! ANTISTROPHE. Fulvia!-what change, by Time's rude flight affected, Has mark'd my lot, My wayward lot (by Destinies capricious, Wove of strange threads) since that precarious season, When, with the popular storm in vain contending, With winds and billows hostile! I, sometimes, from the fruitless toil withdrew me,— The social converse of the group fraternal, EPODE. Yet, what tho fitful Fortune, ever changing!-- And tangling web of Destinies capricious, The cordial strain averted?— Think not that memory fails thy name to hallow; No:-to the group, in social love combining, Connubial and fraternal, Round thy hearth, matron rever'd! Enhance the bliss) she tunes a virgin lyre,- ODE XI. To DR. PALEY, OF HALIFAX. (Sept. 1803.) STROPHE. PALEY!-while bigots, with infatuate fury, While fever'd Ignorance, the cup of knowledge, Shall not the Muse, with cordial rapture hailing Their names inscribe on adamantine tablet? Sanction the arts they love? The arts that gave To Greece, her glory; and to Rome, her power. |