CONTENTS. of a Nobleman's Seat in Cornwall. By Mr. Moore 43 Wood near R----- Castle, 47 By Sir John Henry Moore, 45 MONODIES. 1. Musaeus : To the Memory of Mr. Pope. By the Rev. W. Mason, M.A. 121 II. To the Memory of Mrs. Margaret Woffington. Ву Mr. John Hoole. 133 Ill. To the Memory of Garrick. By R. B. Sheridan, Esq. 142 IV. The Vanity of Human Life. By James Scott, D. D. 147 ELEGIES LOCAL, SYMPATHETIC, AND FUNEREAL. ELEGY I. THE TOMB OF SHA KSPERE. A VISION. BY JOHN GILBERT COOPER, ESQ. What time the jocund rosie-bosom’d Hours Led forth the train of PHOEBUS and the SPRING, And Zephyr mild profusely scatter'd flowers On earth's green mantle from his musky wing, The Morn unbarr'd th' ambrosial gates of light, Westward the raven-pinion'd Darkness flew, The Landscape smil'd in vernal beauty bright, And to their graves the sullen Ghosts withdrew. The nightingale no longer swell'd her throat With love-lorn plainings tremulous and slow, And on the wings of Silence ceas'd to float The gurgling notes of her melodious woe: The God of sleep mysterious visions led In gay procession 'fore the mental eye ; And my free'd soul awhile her mansion filed, To try her plumes for immortality. Through fields of air, methought, I took my fight, Through every clime, o’er every region pass’d, No paradise or ruin 'scap'd my sight, HesPERIAN garden, or CIMMERIAN waste. On Avon's banks I lit, whose streams appear tomb, And viilets breathe, and earliest roses bloom. Here Fancy sat, (her dewy fingers cold Decking with flow'rets fresh th' unsullied sod,) And bath'd with tears the sad sepulchral mold, Her fav’rite offspring's long and last abode. Ah! what avails, she cry'd, a Poet's name? Ah! what avails th’immortalizing breath To snatch from dumb Oblivion others fame? My darling child here lies a prey to Death! a Let gentle OTWAY, white-rob’d Pity's priest, From grief domestic teach the tears to flow, Or Southern captivate th’ impassion'd breast With heart-felt sighs and sympathy of woe. |