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When wilderd he drops from some cliff huge in stature,
to witness thy dying In the arms of Helvellyn and Catchediccim.
For the Anthology.
THE CARRIER OF THE ANTHOLOGY.
Hunc .......... diem numera meliore lapillo,
PERS. Sat. ad
List to a simple lad ! no heir of fame,
He scorns to tell of toils he never knew,
Once more old time revolves his iron sphere,
Now little masters swell themselves to men,
What? will a land of learned Merchants see
WHERE the roving rill meander'd
Down the green, retiring vale,
Pale with thought, serenely pale : Hopeless sorrow, o'er his face Breathed a melancholy grace,
And fix'd on every feature there
Coldly, carelessly he flung ;
Thus the pensive poet sung ;
And all the stars, around his head, Benignly bright, their mildest influence
“ That which Alexander sigh'd for, “ That which Cæsar's soul pos.
sess'd, " That which Heroes, Kings have
died for, “ Glory!-animates my breast : “ Hark ! the charging trumpets
throats “ Pour their death-defying notes ;
“ To arms !” they call; to arms Ifly, “ Like Wolfe to conquer-and like
Wolfe to die !
" Lyre! 0, Lyre ! my chosen trea
sure, “ Solace of my blecding heart ; Lyre! 0, Lyre ! my only pleasure,
“We must ever, ever part : «'Tis in vain thy poet sings, “ Woos in vain thine heavenly
“Soft!--the blood of murder'd legions « Summons vengeance from the
skies ; “Flaming towns,and ravag'd regions,
“ All in awful judgment rise! -“O then, innocently brave, “ I will wrestle with the wave ; “ Lo! Commerce spreads the daring
sail, “And yokes her naval chariots to the
gale. “ Blow ye breezes !-gently blowing,
“ Waft me to that happy shore, “Where,from fountains ever flowing, “ Indian realms their treasures pour ;
« Thence returning, poor in health, " Rich in honesty and wealth,
« O’er thee, my dear paternal soil ! “I'll strew the golden harvest of my toil.
* Then shall Misery's sons and daugh
" What, though all the world neglect
me, “Shall my haughty soul repine ? “ And shall poverty deject me,
“ While this hallow'd lyre is mine! “Heaven-that o'er my helpless head, “ Many a wrathful vial shed, “ Heaven gave this lyre !—and thus
decreed, “ Be thou a bruised, but not a broker
On an oak, whose branches hoary THERE is a calm for those who weep,
Sigh'd to every passing breeze, A rest for weary Pilgrims found, Sigh’d, and told the simple story They softly lie and sweetly sleep, Of the patriarch of trees ;
Low in the ground. High in air his harp he hung, Now no more to rapture strung ; The storm that wrecks the winter sky,
Then warm in hope, no longer pale, No more disturbs their deep repose, He blush'd adieu, and rambled down Than summer evening's latest sigh, the vale.
Thrat shuts the rose. Lightly touch'd by fairy fingers, I long to lay this painful head Hark the Lyre enchants the And aching heart beneath the soil, wind ;
To slumber in that dreamless bed Fond Alcxus listens, lingers,
From all my toil. Lingering, listening, looks behind. Now the musick mounts on high, For Misery stole me at my birth, Sweetly swelling through the sky; And cast me helpless on the wild ; To every tone, with tender heat, I perish ;-O my mother Earth ? His heart-strings vibrate, and his pulses
Take home thy Child! beat.
On thy dear lap these limbs reclined Now the strains to silence stealing, Shall gently moulder into thee ; Soft in ecstacies expire ;
Nor leave one wretched trace behind, Oh! with what romantick feeling
Resembling me. Poor Alcæus grasps the lyre ! Lo! his furious hand he flings, Hark !-a strange sound affrights mine In a tempest o'er the strings ;
ear ; He strikes the chords so quick, so My pulse,-my brain runs wild, I rave: loud,
-Ah! who art thou whose voice I hear! "Tis Jove that scatters lightning from a
“I am THE GRAVE! cloud!
“ The GRAVE, that never spake be. “ Lyre ! 0, Lyre ! my chosen trea
Hath found at length a tongue to chide: “ Solace of my bleeding heart ; O listen ! I will speak no more : « Lyre! 0, Lyre ! my only pleasure,
Be silent, Pride! L" We will never, never part ! “ Glory, Commerce, now in vain, “ Art thou a WRETCH, of hope for. “ Tempt me to the field, the main ;
lorn, “ The Muse's Sons are blest, though The victim of consuming care ? born
Is thy distracted conscience torn “ To cold neglect, and penury, and scorn.
By fell despair
« Do foul misdeeds of former times “Go, seek that treasure, seldom found, Wring with remorse thy guilty breast, Of power the fiercest griefs to calm, And Ghosts of unforgiven crimes And soothe the bosom's deepest wound Murder thy rest ?
With heavenly balm. Lash'd by the furies of the mind, “ In WOMAN hast thou placed thy From wrath and vengeance wouldst thou
bliss, Aee ?
And did the Fair One faithless prove? Ab! think not, hope not, Fool! to find Hath she betray'd thee with a kiss, A friend in me.
And sold thy love? “ By all the terrours of the tomb, “LIVE!—'twas a false bewildering fire, Beyond the power of tongue to tell ! Too often Love's insidious dart By the dread secrets of my womb ! Thrills the fond soul with sweet desire, By Death and Hell !
But kills the heart. * I charge thee Live!_repent and
“A nobler flame shall wr«m thy breast, pray ;
A brighter Maiden's virtuous charms ; In dust thine infamy deplore ;
Blest shalt thou be, supremely blest, There yet is mercy -go thy way,
In Beauty's arms.
Whate'er thy lot, -Whoe'er “ Art thou a MOURNER!--Hast thou
Confess thy folly,-kiss the rod, The joy of innocent delights ?
And in thy chastening sorrows see Endearing days forever town,
The hand of GOD. And tranquil nights ?
“ A bruised reed he will not break, “O LIVE !—and deeply cherish still Afflictions all his children feel ; The sweet remembrance of the past : He wounds them for his mercy's sake, Rely on Heaven's unchanging will
He wounds to heal ! For peace at last.
“ Humbled beneath his mighty hand, * Art thou a WANDERER -Hast Prostrate his Providence adore ; thou seen
'Tis done! Arise ! HE bids thee stand, O'erwhelming tempests drown thy
To fall no more. bark ? A shipwreck'd Sufferer hast thou been, “ Now, Traveller in the vale of tears ! Misfortune's mark? To realms of everlasting light,
Through Time's dark wilderness of • Though long of winds and waves the years, sport,
Pursue thy flight.
“ There Is a calm for those who weep, port,
A rest for weary Pilgrims found ;
And while the mouldering ashes sleep,
Low in the ground; O TO FRIENDSHIP didst thou trust thy fame,
“ The Soul, of origin divine, And was thy friend a deadly foe, GOD's glorious image, freed from clay, Who stole into thy breast to aim In heaven's eternal sphere shall shine, A surer blow ?
A star of day!
“ LIVE!—and repine not o'er his loss,
For Friendship's gold.
“ The SUN is but a spark of fire,
SHALL NEVER DIE."
Librum tuum legi & quam diligentissime potui annotavi, quæ commutanda, quæ
eximenda, arbitrarer. Nam ego dicere vero assuevi. Neque ulli patientium reprehenduntur, quam qui maxime laudari merentur.Pliny.
part of which he seems better
pleased, than with Louisiana. In Travels in Louisiana and the Flore the title-page we are informed that
idas in the year 1802, giving a the work is an account of travels correct picture of those countries. in 1802 ; yet in the first sentence Translated from the French, with of the first chapter the writer tells notes, Sc. by John Davis. us he has dwelt two years and a half Aspice et extremis domitum cultoris in the colony. The Frenchman bus orbem,
considers Louisiana and WestLaosque domos Arabum, pictosque Florida as one colony, but he was
never a surveyor of boundaries, and VIRC.
politicians must look elsewhere New-York, Riley & Co. 12mo. for the demarkation of our sovernp. 181. 1806.
eignty. We learn only, that on
the west we are bounded by · NewThe immense price, we have Mexico, and vast countries unexalready paid' for a part of the plored.' The President of the country, described in this book, United States, in a message to and the value, attached to the rest Congress, says, that Spain would both by its owners and by our gov- confine our territory to a narrow
ernment, renders every account of strip of land on the west bank of - it interesting in a higher degree, the Mississippi ; but, as we have than other travels. The knowl- long since sent a company across edge of the author might have the continent, even to the Pacifick been acquired by a two-months' Ocean, it is presumable, that our residence at New-Orleans ; but government lays claim to all that there are few men of education tract, traversed by Capts. Lewis and leisure, who are desirous of and Clarke. Yet it seems matter a pilgrimage into that region, so of very little concern in this quar. little known to its possessors, and ter, whether our rights extend fifty we must, therefore, acquiesce ma or fifteen hundred leagues beyond ny years in the relations of men, the Mississippi. But the translawho enjoy few opportunities for tor, in one of his notes, attempts inquiry, and exhibit little minute. to raise a doubt, where we had ness of investigation. The author thought ourselves most secure. was, as is conjectured by his translator, a planter of St. Domingo, " It is a matter of mirth, what driven by the blacks to seek a re- erroneous notions the world has fuge on the continent, with any relative to the cession of Louisiana
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