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“ Lest, by unheeded whirlwinds driv'n, “ The pinnace frail some gust may overwhelm!
“ Hang out the friendly lamp, that clear “ From Error's perils she may safely steer; « Till death shall bid each trial cease, “ And moor the shatter'd bark in peace!"
BY JOSEPH WARTON, D. D.
Farewell thou dimpled cherub Joy,
“ Haste, with thy poison'd dagger, haste, “ To pierce this sorrow-laden breast; " Or lead me at the dead of night, “ To some sea-beat mountain's height, “ Whence with headlong haste I'll leap “ To the dark bosom of the deep;
66 Or shew me far from human eye,
'Twas thus, with weight of woes opprest, I sought to ease my bruised breast : When straight more gloomy grew the shade, And lol 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; 16 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;
Thy planet was remote; when I was born;
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.