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For me, each wayward passion laid,
My tranquil days assign;
And make thy raptures mine.
If haply doom'd to weep forlorn,
And deign, as ling'ring life expires,
And calm her bursting sighs;
Survive in softer skies.
ADDRESSED TO SIR WILLIAM JONES,
Friend of my heart, companion of my youth,
A gen'rous temper, and a noble mind,
Ardour undamp'd, and genius unconfin'd;
Well-skill'd to tread the scientific maze,
And trace dark Nature thro' her winding ways;
Skilful alike to raise the lofty song,
Or playful sport the flow'ry reeds among;
The smiling Muse has taught thee all her art
To catch the fancy, and to seize the heart.
To form thy wreath, from ev'ry clime she brings
Each choicest product whence it native springs.
See her obsequious bring, at thy command,
Sweet Khoten's * musk, and gems of Samarcand,
Each fragrant shrub from fam'd Bocara's grove,
Sacred alike to Poetry and Love.
This known to all; but words can ill impart
The cheering features of thy friendly heart.
f Oh may our friendship, form'd in this dark cell, Where " deathful spirits and magicians dwell %," To time superior, firmly rooted, brave The gloomy sea and dragon-teeming wave; "Purg'd in that wave, and rendered still more bright, "For ever blaze amid surrounding light!"
R. W. LYTTOS.
* See Sir William's Eastern poems. ,
+ In these last lines there is an application of several parts of lines in Sir William's poem of the Seven Fountains, where in a beautiful allegory he describes death as a river teeming with dragons and other monsters, and the way to it as a gloomy sea.
$ Is word for word almost a whole line of his. I have applied it somewhat differently from its application in that beautiful poem; but hope that the reflecting reader will not think it quite misplaced, in describing a world like ours, where deathful or destructive spirits and deceiver* abouud.
FROM THE SYLV.E OF STATIUS. LIB. V.
How have I wrong'd thee, Sleep, thou gentlest power Of Heaven? that I alone at night's dread hour Still from thy soft embraces am represt, Nor drink oblivion on thy balmy breast?Now every flock, and every field is thine, And seeming slumbers bend the mountain pine;
Ilush'd is the tempest's howl, the torrent's roar, And the smooth wave lies pillow'd on the shore. But seven sad moons have seen this faded cheek, And eyes too plainly that their vigils speak; Aurora hears my plaint at her return, And sheds her pitying dew-drops as I mourn. How shall I last? not he, to such a length E'er watch'd at once with all his body's strength, The sacred Argus, whose unuumber'd eyes Would scarce to this eternal care suffice. And now some happy, some enraptur'd boy, In the full pride of his permitted joy, Holding his dear girl to his panting breast, Calls thee not, Sleep, nor courts thy worthless rest. Come thence to me;—yet shed not here thy whole Ambrosial influence o'er the wretched soul, To this let happier, easier hearts presume, Touch me, more lightly, with thy passing plume.
LOW DIN EN SIS.
A SCHOOL ECLOGUE.
Hist, Henry! hist! what means that air so gay?
John, faithful John, is with the horses come,
T Thrice happy who such welcome tidings greet!
* Sed tamen, ille Deus qui sit, da Tityre nobis,
* Think not I envy, I admire thy fate;
t Yet, ah! what different tasks thy comrades wait!
Some in the grammar's thorny maze to toil,
Some with rude strokes the snowy paper soil,
Some o'er barbaric climes in maps to roam,
Far from their mother-tongue, and dear-loved home.
Harsh names, of uncouth sound, their memories load,
And oft their shoulders feel th' unpleasant goad.
Doubt not our turn will come some future time.
t Then spout alternate, I consent to hear,
A ship these hands have built, in ev'ry part
* Non equidem invideo, miror magis. t At nos hinc alii sirientes ibimus Afros, Pars Scythiam, ct rapidum Creta) veniemus Gavin, t Altcruis dicetis.