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III. 3.

Albion, soon thy poets free

Pour'd their soft stores of harmony;

And dancing in the verdant grove,

Fair Venus led the train os love j

Yellow Ceres o'er thy breast,

Smiling flung her wavy vest.

Here genial freedom six'd her feat.

Ruby-crested glory shone,

Resulgent near her facred throne,

Attendant on her state.

Then commerce blest thy silver strand,

And scatters plenty o'er the land: Dear, facred isle! ne'er (hall these honours die, for arts and arms renown'd, the land of liberty.

ODE TO THE RIPER CAM.

BY MR. (-.FORCE DYER.

[From the Annual Anthology for 1799.3
HILE yon slcy-larb warbles high,

While yon rustic whistles gay. On thy hanks, oh! Cam, I lie,

Musesul pour the pensive lay.
Willowy Cam, thy lingering stream

Suits too well the thoughtsul breast;
Languor here might love to dream,

Sorrow here might sigh to rest.

Near yon steeple's tapering height,

Beauteous Julia, thou art laid; 1 could linger through the night

Still to mourn thee, lovely maid! In yon garden fancy reads—

"Sophron strays no longer here," Then again my bosom bleeds:

Then I dtup Che silent tea;.

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Hoary Cam, steal flow along:

Near yon desolated grove Sleep the partners of my long,

There with them I wont to rove. He, the youth of fairest fame,

Hasten.d to an early tomb— Friendship shall record his name,

Pity mourn his hapless doom.

Hark! I hear the death-bell found!

There's another spirit fled!
Still mine ears the tidings wound;

Philo slumbers with the dead.
Well he knew the critic's part,

Shakespeare's,name to him was dear; Kind and gentle was his heart,

Now again I drop a tear.

Bending sad beside thy stream,

While I heave the srequent sigh, Do thy rippling waters gleam,

Sympathetic murrh'ring by? Then, oh! Cam, will I return,

Hail thy soothing stream again, And as viewing Julia's urn,

Gratesul bless thee in my strain.

Still there are, who raptur'd view

Scenes, which youthsul hopes endear; Here they science still can woo,

Still they love to wander here. Peace they meet in every grove;

Lives again the rapturous song; Sweetly sportive still they rove,

Cam! thy sedgy banks along.

Stately streams, and glens, and lakcj,

They can leave to Scotia's plains, Mountains hoar, and vales, and brakis,

They resign to Cambrian swains. But these placid scenes sull well

Suit the quiet musing breast; Here, is fancy may not dwell,

Science shall delight to rest.

LINES
ON SPRING.

CALM'D is the roaring of the billowy main—
The orient beams—the stormy clouds arc fled,
Zephyrus woos the blue-ey'd -Naiads again,
The growling north-east seeks his cavy bed.

Freed by the potent sun's cnliv'ning ray,
Fair nature pleas'd, with animation smiles j

Each scene to decorate with flow'iets gay,
With tastesul hand laboriously me toils.

ISo! at his magic touch, the primrose blows,
The purple violets gratesul odours shed,

Amid the humid marsh the cowslip glows,
And modest dailies ornament the mead.

The garden now its stow'ry pride displays,
In robe imperial, mines the crocus fair,

A spotless stole the snow-drop fair arrays,
The beauteous hyacinth persumes the air.

And gay, in vernal charms, the shrubb'ry's seen,
What various hues and blossoms charm the eye!

The hawthorn blooms, the copse is clad with green,
The shadowy grove resounds with harmony.

Their matin hymns the larks now sing with glee,
If day's bright regent does the sky illume;

And sweet the murmur of the busy bee,
That sucks the honey from the orchard's bloom.

High on the breezy downs, and on the plains,
Innumerolis lambkins sport, and bleat their joy;

Wildly melodious pipe the shepherd swains,
And spring's gay jubilee meets no alloy.

Wav'd by the gale there embryo harvests grow,
And cv'ry verdant blade is burnish'd high,

The glitt'ring rivers murmur as they stow,
Serene and cloudless is the azure Iky.

The silent shade reflection now may seek,
And muse on actions past with pure delight,

As memory pictures deeds of childhood meek,
Or manhood's sirmness in the paths of right.

And mad ambition, whose ferocious breast

Throb'd with wild joy, when conquest crown'd hi» arms,

Amidst these tranquil scenes may love to rest,
And be enamour'd of fair virtue's charms.

Here modest beauty, from licentious gaze,

UnveiPd may wander peacesul thro' the grove:

And age rever'd, may spend his fragile days,
Blest with the smiles of happiness and love.

. ELEANOR

NEGLECT.

BY MRS. ROBINSOV.

H! cold neglect—more chilling far
_ Than Zembla's blast or Scythia's snow;
Sure born beneath a luckless star
Is he, who after ev'ry pain,
Has wrung his bosom's central vein,
To sill his bitter cup of woe,
Is destiu'd thee to know.

The smiles of fame, the pride oftruth,
All that can list the glowing mind,

The noblest energies of youth—

Wit, valour, genius, science, taste;

A form by all that's lovely grae'd,
A foul where virtue dwells enshrin'd,
A prey to thee we sind!

The spring of lise looks fresh and gay,
The flowers of fancy bud aiound,

We think that ev'ry morn is May;

While hope and rapture sill the brejst,

We hold reflection's lore a jest,

Nor own that sorrow's shaft can wound,
Till cold neglect is found.

Ah! then how sad the world appears!

How false, how idle are the gay! Morn only breaks to witness tears, And ev'ning closes but to shew That darkness mimics human woe,

And life's best scene, a summer's day

That shines and fades away.

Some dread disease, and others woe;

Some visionary torments fee; Some shrink unpitied love to know, Softie writhe beneath oppression'* fangs, And some with jealous hopeless pangs 3

But whatsoe'er my fate may be,

Oh! keep negleB from me 1

E'en after death let mem1ry's hand,

Directed by the moon-light ray, Weave o'er my grave a cypress-band, And bind the sod with curious care, And scatter flow'rets fresh and fair;

And oft the sacred tribute pay

To keep negleSl away!

SUMMER'S EVE.

i)LACID eve succeeds the day,
Sol withdraws his scorching lay \
Kow the zephyr's whisp'ring breeze
Wantons through the waving trees;
Ruddy streaks suffuse the sky,
Heifers ruminating He;
Woolly flocks in meadows bleat,
Frogs their hollow croaks repeat;
Grateful dews on plains descend,
Verdant hills their (hades extend;
Rustics, as they trudge along,
Greet the evening with a (ong;
Rooks their pasturage forsake,
Skims the swallow o'er the lake;
Plumy minstrels of the groves
Cease to carol forth their loves;

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