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“ Or shew me far from human eye,
My last fond, faltering words to hear!”
'Twas thus, with weight of woes opprest, I sought to ease my bruised breast : When straight more gloomy grew the shade, And lo! a tall majestic maid ! Her limbs, not delicately fair, Robust, and of a martial air; She bore of steel a polish'd shield, Where highly-sculptur’d I beheld Th’ Athenian martyr smiling stand, The baleful goblet in his hand; Sparkled her eyes with lively flame, And Patience was the seraph's name; Sternly she look'd, and stern began“ Thy sorrows cease, complaining man, “ Rouse thy weak soul, appease thy moan, « Soon are the clouds of sadness gone;
Tho' now in Grief's dark groves you walk, “ Where grisly fiends around you stalk, “ Beyond a blissful city lies, “Far from whose gates each anguish flies : “ Take thou this shield, which once of yore
Ulysses and Alcides wore, “ And which in later days I gave “ To Regulus and Raleigh brave;
“ In exile or in dungeon drear “ Their mighty minds could banish fear; “ Thy heart no tenfold woes shall feel, “ 'Twas Virtue temper'd the rough steel, “ And, by her heavenly fingers wrought, “ To me the precious present brought.”
BY CHRISTOPHER SMART, M. A.
OFFSPRING of Folly and of Pride,
By pedant Affectation taught and bred :
Go, with thy looks of dark design,
Sullen, sour, and saturnine; Fly to some gloomy shade, nor blot the goodly light.
Thy planet was remote; when I was born; 'Twas Mercury that rul’d my
There, in yon lonesome heath,
Which Flora, or Sylvanus never knew,
Where never vegetable drank the dew, Or beast or fowl attempts to breathe ;
Where Nature's pencil has no colours laid ;
But all is blank, and universal shade; Vol. XIII.
Contrast to figure, motion, life, and light,
Or, wouldst thou change the scene, and quit thy den,
Hardness of heart, and heaviness of head,
thorny bed; There may'st thou all thy bitterness unload,
There may'st thou croak, in concert with the toad. With thee the hollow howling winds shall join,
Nor shall the bittern her base throat deny; The querulous frogs shall mix their dirge with thine,
Th' ear piercing hern, and plover screaming high, While million humming gnats fit oestrum shall supply.
Away-away-behold an hideous band,
Next Scandal's meagre shade,
A wither’d, time-deflower'd old maid,
Hypocrisy succeeds with saint-like look,
Then Vanity and Affectation nice.
As in short Gallic trips she minces by,
Starting Antipathy is in her eye,
To thee, Ill-nature, all the numerous group