There, Goddess, seek Urania's honour'd dome,* Bid Pain and Languor far from Temperance flee, Restore her equal flow of manner'd wit, Potent to speak each varying grace of soul, Not that I need implore thee to sustain Besprinkled thrice with waters from yon spring, * Fauston Hall, the residence of Urania, the late Mrs. Hawkins Browne. ON THE FEAR OF DEATH. From J. J. ROUSSEAU. HERE were it granted endless life to choose, These ills of life would sharpen all their stings, Y 2 A SONNET то MY INFANT SON. Written in 1779. SWEET, rosy cherub, on thy wond'ring eyes Thy breast, enrich'd with priceless innocence, Thy father would aspire, my lovely child, To make his life-worn heart as pure as thine; For, oh! the man alone, who can refine His soul by copying childhood's nature mild, Becomes in Heav'n the heir of bliss divine On earth of half its sorrows is beguil'd. A SONNET ΤΟ AGATHION, Who had presented the author with some drawings of certain scenes, described by him in a fictitious narrative. Он! may these pencil'd tablets long remain Proofs of Agathion's taste, chastis'd, and true, Best taught the mimic line and tuneful strain. Many years ago I wrote as much as two octavo volumes, in part of a very extensive plan, for the execution of which I might at least have hoped for leisure, had I continued in that situation of retirement which I had then reason to expect would be my situation for life. The main end of this work was to illustrate, by feigned example, the profit and beauty of Christianity. God willing, I may finish it, though upon a more contracted plan than originally was designed. But life is uncertain; and if that were more certain, the inventive spirits of a man may be damped by age, sorrow, and discouragements; and if his mind Nor can I wonder that his tranquil mind With fine observance waits on loveliest Arts, For sure the heart with moral worth refin'd, Whence the fair labours of the Muses thrive. should be left at liberty in these respects, the state of the times (if he has any public spirit) must draw the current of his intellectual activity into those directions which are suggested by present occurrences. Such being the case, I have been tempted to extract from the abovementioned unfinished work, a few poetical interspersions, which are printed under the head of Inscriptions in the pleasure-grounds belonging to castle Valdesso, in the kingdom of Valencia, in Spain. |