From a task, that would pose bigot-zeal, At her feet too, where monarchs might kneel, 'Tis late, that I came to the plain, And my quiet-the sport of the seas! And I dreaded no victor, but time! Alas! that a nymph of the grove, To what depths of despair am I hurl'd- Then, since neither titles nor birth, Tho' a shepherd-thy truth may succeed, THE GOBLET. THEY tell me, in the sparkling bowl Then gaily pass the goblet round, Oh! who would nurse the thorn of woe? I feel, I feel, the glowing tide! 'Tis circling round my frozen heart, Thro' ev'ry vein I feel it glide New warmth, new vigour, to impart. Come bring the wreath of rosy twine, Ah! sweet, but long forgotten strain, Yet look not back, change, change the theme, That vanish'd at the morning's light. WHISTON BRISTOW. MADRIGAL. FROM THE FRENCH OF MONTREUIL, WHY HY ask so oft, with fond alarms, If constant I'll remain? And o'er my heart how long thy charms No more these questions let me hear, I do not know, my Sylvia dear, R. A. DAVENPORT. LINES Written in the Middle of a Night in February 1807, during the whole of which Night blew a tremendous Hurricane. WRAPT in the dusky gloom of night * Trembles the wretch with wild affright, Ill fated they, from Albion torn, I hear methinks the shriek forlorn Father of heaven! whose outstretch'd arm While whirlwinds make with dire alarm * Shakspeare, King Lear. + Within which the author was living. H. P IRREGULAR ODE. ON THE DEATH OF THE EMPRESS CATHARINE II. OF RUSSIA. The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, The paths of glory lead but to the grave. GRAY. HARK to that pæan song, whose choral lay And now, how wild and warlike ring! List, Russia, to its notes so sweet Winding amid each green retreat, That now, in more than mortal strain, From Tenglio's chill and storm-rock'd clime afar, From the bleak regions of the polar star, To where Circassia's beauties lave Amid the Caspian's mimic wave, From Warsaw's ruin'd towers and gory plain, O'er many a frowning cliff and hill sublime, Symphonious float on echo's viewless wing. |