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PRINGLE, THOMAS, a Scottish poet; born at Blaiklaw, in Tevi. otdale, Roxburghshire, January 5, 1789; died at London, December 6, 1834. He was graduated at the University of Edinburgh. In 1816 he wrote “The Autumnal Excursion.” In 1817 he began the publication of the “Edinburgh Monthly Magazine,” out of which subsequently grew “Blackwood's Magazine." He went to Cape Town in 1820, where he became the editor of the “ South African Journal.” Pringle returned to Great Britain in 1826, and in 1828 published a collection of his poems, entitled “Ephemerides." His verses on South African themes were issued in 1834 as “ African Sketches,” in the same volume with his “ Narrative of a Residence in South Africa.” A collection of his “ Poems" appeared in 1838.
AFAR IN THE DESERT.
When the feelings were young, and the world was new,
-weary of all that is under the sun;
Away, away from the dwellings of men,
Afar in the desert I love to ride,
Afar in the desert I love to ride,
And here, while the night-winds round me sigh,
THE HIGHLANDS. The Highlands! the Highlands ! - O gin I were there: Tho' the mountains an' moorlands be rugged an' bare, Tho' bleak be the clime, an' but scanty the fare, My heart's in the Highland's — O gin I were there ! The Highlands ! the Highlands ! — My full bosom swells When I think o' the streams gushing wild through the dells, And the hills towering proudly, the lochs gleaming fair! My heart's in the Highlands — O gin I were there !
The Highlands! the Highlands ! — Far up the grey glen
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PRIOR, MATTHEW, an English poet and diplomatist; born probably at Wimborne, Dorset, July 21, 1664; died at Wimpole, Cambridgeshire, September 18, 1721. In 1686 he was graduated at Cambridge. To ridicule Dryden's “Hind and Panther” he wrote a poem entitled “ The City Mouse and the Country Mouse." In 1700 he produced “ Carmen Seculare," a poetical panegyric on Wil. liam III. He held various civil and diplomatic positions, and was returned to Parliament in 1701. In 1711 he was made Ambassador at Paris ; but when the Whigs came into power, in 1714, he was recalled, and imprisoned on a charge of treason. He was buried in Westminster Abbey, where a monument was erected to his memory.
The violet sweet, and lily fair,
To deck my charming Cloe's hair.
Upon her brow the various wreath;
The scent less fragrant than her breath.
And every nymph and shepherd said,
Than glowing in their native bed.
Their odors lost, their colors passed ;
Her garland and her eye she cast.
As any Muse's tongue could speak,
Ran trickling down her beauteous cheek.
Dissembling what I knew too well,
My love, my life, said I, explain
That falling tear — what does it mean?
She sighed; she smiled: and to the flowers
Pointing, the lovely moralist said:
See yonder, what a change is made.
Ah me! the blooming pride of May,
And that of beauty are but one:
Both fade at evening, pale and gone.
At dawn poor Stella danced and sung;
The amorous youth around her bowed;
I saw, and kissed her in her shroud.
Such as she is, who died to-day,
Such I, alas ! may be to-morrow;
The justice of thy Cloe's sorrow.
FOR HIS OWN MONUMENT. As doctors give physic by way of prevention,
Matt, alive and in health, of his tombstone took care; For delays are unsafe, and his pious intention
May haply be never fulfilled by his heir. Then, take Matt's word for it — the sculptor is paid;
That the figure is fine, pray believe your own eye; Yet credit but lightly what more may be said,
For we flatter ourselves, and teach marble to lie.
Yet, counting as far as to fifty his years,
His virtues and vices were as other men's are: High hopes he conceived, and he smothered great fears,
In a life parti-colored - half pleasure — half care.
Nor to business a drudge, nor to faction a slave,
He strove to make int’rest and freedom agree; o public employments, industrious and grave, And alone with his friends, Lord! how merry was he.