Then Exultation waked the patriot fire Fallen is the oppressor, friendless, ghastly, low, If these demand the impassioned Poet's care- September, 1792. IMITATED FROM OSSIAN. THE stream with languid murmur creeps, "Cease, restless gale!" it seems to say, "To-morrow shall the Traveller come Who late beheld me blooming: His searching eye shall vainly roam The dreary vale of Lumin." With eager gaze and wetted cheek My wonted haunts along, Thus, faithful Maiden! thou shalt seek But I along the breeze shall roll The voice of feeble power; And dwell, the Moon-beam of thy soul, In Slumber's nightly hour. 1794. THE COMPLAINT OF NINATHOMA. How long will ye round me be swelling, Nor beneath the cold blast of the tree. Through the high-sounding halls of Cathlóma And they blessed the white-bosomed Maid! A Ghost! by my cavern it darted! When they visit the dreams of my rest! But disturbed by the tempest's commotion TO A YOUNG ASS. ITS MOTHER BEING TETHERED NEAR IT. POOR little Foal of an oppressed Race! Meek Child of Misery! thy future fate? The starving meal, and all the thousand aches Chained to a Log within a narrow spot, Where the close-eaten Grass is scarcely seen, While sweet around her waves the tempting Green. Poor Ass! thy master should have learnt to show Pity-best taught by fellowship of Woe! For much I fear me that He lives like thee, Half famished in a land of Luxury! How askingly its footsteps hither bend, It seems to say, And fain would take thee with me, in the Dell Where Toil shall call the charmer Health his bride, December, 1794. * TO AN INFANT. AH! cease thy tears and sobs, my little Life! |