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Above each lie-ennobled clod,
Each hero, saint, and demi-god,
Each plodding dunce of glory's school,
The drunkard Greek, the Swedish fool,
Above all these shall Fame install,
The iron emperor of Gaul!
Then onward! let my tri-colòr
Lash the dull fogs of Britain's shore,
Then onward! and in British blood,
We'll quaff the meed of hardihood.
Then onward! and your chief enrobe
The spangled monarch of the globe!"
And shall he come, the demon foe?
And shall he reign?-By Brunswick, no!
While royal Mary's magic smile
Shall warm and animate our isle,
What sluggard, lest that princely eye
Should weep the fall of royalty,

And lest the calm majestic grace,

Should struggle in a Gaul's embrace,

What sluggard would not fence the shore,

And trample on the tri-color?

H.de w.

TO A PHYSICIAN,

FROM THE FRENCH OF MONTREUIL.

RAYMOND, thou hast beneath thy care
Sylvia, the fairest of the fair!

Who treats with cruel scorn each lover:
Her rigour daily to the grave

Dooms thousands whom her eyes enslave;
And thou may'st half the nation save,
If Sylvia thou wilt not recover.

R. A. D.

LINES,

ADDRESSED TO THE HON. MRS. FRANCES PRESTON, ON THE COMMENCEMENT OF THE NEW YEAR, BY HER AFFECTIONATE HUSBAND.

BY THE LATE WILLIAM PRESTON, ESQ.

I

paint no fictions in these homely strains, Dissembled joys, imaginary pains:

Yet
once again, the fond domestic throng
With Fanny comes to claim the yearly song,
I turn with pleasure to the sober task;
Who can refuse what love and virtue ask?—
Who can refuse the pleasure to declare
That fills his bosom from an offspring fair?
How can my muse the soft request decline
Of her who made that hopeful offspring mine?
My tried companion thro' this mortal strife,
The faithful friend, the sympathizing wife.
Connected, beauteous, harmonized, and bright,
Thus SEVEN fair Pleiads join their kindred light.
In order while the darling train attend,
Parental blessings on each head descend.
Oh lost to virtue, lost to patriot flame,
Who does not glory in a father's name!
My soul expands oft as I view the train;
I proudly feel I have not liv'd in vain.

VOL, VI.

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With placid looks my gentle EYRE appears,
Fair is the promise of thy youthful years!
May'st thou, when manly reason fills thy breast,
Be parent and protector to the rest.—
May FANNY when successive years have roll'd,
The female virtues in her life unfold.
Now the gay moments few exertions ask,
Docile obedience is her only task.

With balmy Zephyrs may returning Spring
For ALGERNON returning vigour bring,—
And health conspire his active thoughts to guide,
And train his footsteps where the Muses bide.
May ANGELINE, that like the virgin rose,
Emblem of peace, and health, in beauty grows,
In prudence mild, and gentle manners shine
The future parent of an hopeful line.
May playful GEORGE, affectionate and wild,
In manhood lose the captivating child.
In life may fairy-fac'd FELICIA claim
An happy portion suited to her name;
And DECIMUS, though last not least in love,
With rising life, in rising hopes improve,
And bid the dawn of morning's infant ray
Expand to fullness of the manly day.
All this, whatever space remains for me,
With
their mother see.
delighted may
eyes
And well she merits, whose maternal fears,
And fond solicitudes pursue their years.
Revolving Time that crowns my head with snow,
And proves her faith, has seen our offspring grow;
And every day that past has summon'd forth
New proofs of tenderness and female worth.
In life's drear journey we are made to mourn,
But peace and virtue guide her to the bourn;

And Hope and fair Religion's steady light
Exalt her eyes, make every prospect bright.
May heaven protect our children, to repay
Her sleepless nights, her every anxious day;
May gratitude be join'd with nature's tie,
To heave the filial breast and melt the filial eye.

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YES! I have wish'd for Beauty's form,
Though but the Spirit's transient dress,
That I might more my Henry warm,
That I might more my Henry bless.

And I have wish'd my stores to teem
With the bright earth of Chili's mine;
Though little I Wealth's joys esteem,
But as the ministers of thine.

And I have wish'd indulgent Heaven
Had wit and sense bestow'd on me;
Because, those godlike treasures given,
I had become more worthy thee.

So infinite the space appears,
Which, pass'd by thee, between us es,
I mark it only with my tears,
I measure only with my eyes.

HOR

ON GOING TO OXFORD

ADIEU, O ye thoughtless gay train!
That tread Pleasure's flowery path,
Where Sloth, idly busy, in vain

Ever seeks fresh enjoyments at Bath:
Adieu! That from you I retire,
No tear shall swell into my eye;
Nor, pining with hopeless desire,

For your joys shall I heave one fond sigh.

Adieu, O ye seats still so lov'd!

Dear scenes of my childhood, adieu! Ye vales too, where happy I rov'd

Ere the sharpness of sorrow I knew!

No more on his willowy shore

Avon sees me lone-wand'ring at eve;

Avon hears me deep-musing no more ;

These meads, and these plains I must leave.

Hark! Isis now calls me away;

"Haste; spurn these soft pleasures," She cries; "Oh! why dost thou fondly delay. ?

"Oh! why turn so often thine eyes?

"Amid the bright circle to shine,

"Each varying fashion to guide, "To warm the fair breast is not thine; "Haste; spurn these soft pleasures aside.

"If yet the green mead can delight; "If Philomel sweetly can sing;

"If the distant streams glittering bright "Amid the gay landscape of spring,

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