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Away, my soul, away! In vain, in vain, the birds of warning sing -And bark! I hear the famish'd brood of prey Flap their lank pennons on the groaning wind !
Away, my soul, away! I, unpartaking of the evil thing,
With daily prayer, and daily toil
Soliciting for food my scanty soil, Have wail'd my country with a loud lament. Now I recentre my immortal mind
In the deep sabbath of blest self-content; Cleansed from the fears and anguish that bedin God's image, sister of the Seraphim.
MONODY ON THE DEATH OF
CHATTERTON. WHEN faint and sad o'er Sorrow's desert wild Slow journeys onward poor Misfortune's child ; When fades each lovely form by fancy dress’d, And inly pines the self-consuming breast; (No scourge
of scorpions in thy right arm dread, No helmet terrors nodding o'er thy head,) Assume, O Death ! the cherub wings of Peace, And bid the heart-sick wanderer's anguish cease!
Thee, CHATTERTON ! yon unblest stones protect
and of God, Perchance, thou raisest high th' enraptur'd hymn
Amid the blaze of Seraphim ! Yet oft ('tis nature's call) I weep, that heaven-born genius so should fall ;
And oft, in fancy's saddest hour, my soul
Thy corse of livid hue :
Is this the land of song-ennobled line?
Pour'd forth his lofty strain ?
And o'er her darling dead
Pity hopeless hung her head, While - mid the pelting of that merciless storm," Sunk to the cold earth Otway's famish'd form !
Sublime of thought, and confident of fame,
Light-hearted youth ! he hastes along,
And meditates the future song, ow dauntless Ælla fray'd the Dacyan foes ;
See, as floating high in air
Glitter the sunny visions fair, His
cyes dance rapture, and his bosom glows !
Yes! clad in nature's rich array, And bright in all her tender hues, Sweet tree of hope! thou loveliest child of spring Most fair didst thou disclose thine early bloom, Loading the west-winds with its soft perfume ! And fancy, elfin form of gorgeous wing:
• Avon, a river near Bristol, the birthplace of Chatterton.
On every blossom hung her fostering dews,
Inat, changeful, wanton'd to the orient day! But soon upon thy poor unshelter'd head Diu penury her sickly mildew shed : Ani ovun the scathing Lightning bade thee stand In frowning horror o'er the blighted land !
Ah! where are fled the charms of vernal Grace,
Youth of tumultuous soul, and haggard eye!
When Care, of wither'd brow,
When near thee stood Affection meek
(Her bosom bare, and wildly pale her cheek)
See, see her breast's convulsive throe,
Her silent agony of woe!
And thou had'st dash'd it, at her soft command,
But that Despair and Indignation rose,
And told again the story of thy woes; Told the keen insult of th' unfeeling heart;
The dread dependence on the low-born mind;
Told every pang, with which thy soul must smart,
Neglect, and grinning Scorn, and Want combin'd! Recoiling quick, thou bad’st the friend of pain Roll the black tide of Death thro' every freezing
Ye woods! that wave o'er Avon's rocky steep,
Poor Chatterton! he sorrows for thy fate
This chaplet cast I on thy unshap'd tomb,
Lest kindred woes persuade a kindred doom: For oh! big gall-drops, shook from Folly's wing, Have blacken’d the fair promise of my spring ; And the stern Fate transpier&d with viewless dart
The last pale Hope, that shiver'd at my heart ! Hence, gloomy thoughts! no more my soul shalldwell On joys that were! No more endure to weigh
The shame and anguish of the evil day,
O Chatterton! that thou wert yet alive!
Sure thou would'st spread the canvass to the gale,
O'er peaceful Freedom's undivided dale,
All deftly mask'd, as hoar Antiquity.
SONGS OF THE PIXIES. The Pixies, in the superstition of Devonshire, are a race of beings invisibly small, and harmless or friendly to man. At a small distance from a village in that country, half way up a wood-covered hill, is an excavation, called the Pixies' Parlour. The roots of old trees form its ceiling; and on its sides are innumerable cyphers, among which the author discovered his own cypher and those of his brothers, cut by the hand of their childhood. At the foot of the hill · flows the river Otter. To this place the author conducted a party of young ladies, during the summer months of the year 1793, one of