Regardless of her tears and navailing prayers!

Perhaps thus pour in misery's squalid nest

She strains your infant to her joyless breast

And with a mother's fears surinks at the rocking blast!

When shall my soul, in silent peace,
Resign life's joyless day;
My weary heart its throbbing cease,
Cold mould'ring in the clay?
No fear more, no tear more,
To stain my lifeless face;
Enclasped, and grasped
Within thy cold embrace'

A WINTER NIGHT.

Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are,
That bide the pelting of this pityless storm!
How shall your houseless heads, and unfed sides,
Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, detend you
From seasons such as these!-Shakspeare.

WHEN biting Boreas, fell and doure,1
Sharp shivers thro' the leafless bow'r;
When Phoebus gies a short-liv'd glow'rk
Far south the lift,

Dim dark'ning thro' the flaky show'r,
Or whirlin' drift:

Aem night the storm the steeples rocked,
Poor labour sweet in sleep was locked,
While burns," wi'snawy wreaths up-chocked,
Wild-eddying swirl,

Or thro' the mining outlet backed,P

Down headlong hurl.

List'ning the doors and winnocks rattle,
I thought me on the ourier cattle,
Or silly sheep, wha bide this brattle
O' winter war,

And thro' the drift, deep-lairings sprattle,
Beneath a scar.t

Ilk happing" bird, wee, helpless thing,
That, in the merry months o' spring,

i Sullen.

o Curve.

k Glimmer. 7 The Sky. m One. n Rivuleta p Gushed. g Windows. r Shivering. Wading, and sinking in snow, or mud. th cliff, or precipice. u Each hopping.

Delighted me to hear thee sing,

What comes o' thee?

Whare wilt thou cow'r thy chitt'ring wing,
And close thy e'e?

E'en you on murd'ring errands toil'd,
Lone, from your savage homes exil'd,
The blood-stain'd roost, and sheep-cote spoil'd,
My heart forgets,

While pityless the tempest wild

Sore on you beats.

Now Phoebe, in her midnight reign,
Dark, muffled, view'd the dreary plain;
Still crowding thoughts a pensive train,
Rose in my soul,

When on my ear this plaintive strain,
Slow, solemn, stole-

'Blow, blow ye winds with heavier gust!
And freeze, thou bitter-biting frost!
Descend, ye chilly, smothering snows!
Not all your rage, as now united, shows
More hard unkindness, unrelenting,

Vengeful malice, unrepenting,

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Than heav'n-illumin'd man on brother man

'See stern oppression's iron grip,

Or mad ambition's gory hand,

Sending, like bloodhounds from the slip,

Woe, want, and murder o'er a land!

'E'en in the peaceful rural vale,

Truth, weeping, tells the mournful tale,

How pamper'd Luxury, Flattery by her side,

The parasite empoisoning her ear,

With all the servile wretches in the rear,

Looks o'er proud property, extended wide ; And eyes the simple rustic hind,

Whose toil upholds the glitt'ring show,
A creature of another kind,