Take these bright arms with royal face imprest, A better Kettle shall thy soul rejoice, And with Oblivion's wings o'erspread thy woes !" Thus Fairy Hope can soothe distress and toil; On empty Trivets she bids fancied Kettles boil ! 1790. ON RECEIVING AN ACCOUNT THAT HIS ONLY SISTER'S DEATH WAS INEVITABLE. THE HE tear which mourn'd a brother's fate scarce dry Pain after pain, and woe succeeding woe— Is my heart destined for another blow? O my sweet sister! and must thou too die? My woes, my joys unshared! Ah! long ere then I ON SEEING A YOUTH AFFECTIONATELY WELCOMED BY A SISTER. TOO a sister had! too cruel Death! How sad remembrance bids my bosom heave! Tranquil her soul, as sleeping Infant's breath; Meek were her manners as a vernal Eve. Knowledge, that frequent lifts the bloated mind, Gave her the treasure of a lowly breast, And Wit to venom'd Malice oft assign'd, Dwelt in her bosom in a Turtle's nest. Cease, busy Memory! cease to urge the dart; Nor on my soul her love to me impress! For oh I mourn in anguish—and my heart Feels the keen pang, th' unutterable distress. Yet wherefore grieve I that her sorrows cease, For Life was misery, and the Grave is Peace! PAIN. ONCE could the Morn's first beams, the healthful breeze, All Nature charm, and gay was every hour :- Now that my sleepless eyes are sunk and dim, And seas of pain seem waving through each limbAh what can all Life's gilded scenes avail? I view the crowd, whom youth and health inspire, Ere Tyrant Pain had chased away delight, LIFE. AS late I journey'd o'er the extensive plain Where native Otter sports his scanty stream, Musing in torpid woe a sister's pain, The glorious prospect woke me from the dream. At every step it widen'd to my sight, Wood, Meadow, verdant Hill, and dreary Steep. Following in quick succession of delight, Till all-at once-did my eye ravish'd sweep! May this (I cried) my course through Life portray ! New scenes of wisdom may each step display, And knowledge open as my days advance! Till what time Death shall pour the undarken'd ray, My eye shall dart thro' infinite expanse, And thought suspended lie in rapture's blissful trance. SONNET. ON QUITTING SCHOOL FOR COLLEGE. FAREWELL parental scenes! a sad farewell! A MATHEMATICAL POEM. If Pegasus will let thee only ride him, TO THE REV. GEORGE COLERIDGE. DEAR BROTHER, I have often been surprised that Mathematics, the quintessence of Truth, should have found admirers so few and so languid. Frequent consideration and minute scrutiny have at length unravelled the cause; viz. that though Reason is feasted, Imagination is starved; whilst Reason is luxuriating in its proper Paradise, Imagination is wearily travelling on a dreary desert. To assist Reason by the stimulus of Imagination is the design of the following production. In the execution of it much may be objectionable. The verse (particularly in the introduction of the ode) may be accused of unwarrantable liberties, but they are liberties equally homogeneal with the exactness of Mathematical disquisition, and the boldness of Pindaric daring. I have three strong champions to defend me against the attacks of Criticism: the Novelty, the Difficulty, and the Utility of the |