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Warriors! see th' Invader near!
By the Hero's hallow'd fame;
By the Coward's deathless shame;
By Ireland's injur'd honour'd name;
By Borhoime's shade, whose dying hand,
On the bloody Clontarf strand,
Swept the wild Dane from the land,
Onward! to the battle go,
By all the Hero's heart holds dear—
When did the Frenchman learn to spare
See! yonder see his banners wave!
By the Captive's galling chain,
Rushing thro' the heaps of slain,
Re-dye with many a gory stain
The laurels of the Egyptian plain.
Now! the hour of trial's nigh—
Swell the battle-chorus high,
"Death! glorious Death or Liberty!"
Brace the helm, the standard rear,
Warriors! be brave.
WITH A PRESENT OF CROW QUILLS.
BY THE LATE REV. R. POTTER.
Those wings, with art Dedalean taught to bear
Safely a new inhabitant of air;
Those silver plumes, whose imitated pride
For Leda's love the king of heav'n belied;
The gayly-burnish'd pinions of each dove
Yok'd to the chariot of the queen of love,
In honour yield to these, that form the line
Where glows that strong, that piercing wit of thine;
Or wake the joyful strings, when touch'd by thee,
To all the pow'r of melting melody:
With these the wanton archer of the sky
Arms all his golden shafts, and gives them wings to fly.
ON THE DEATH OF WILLIAM CUNNINGHAM*
3Y MASTER T. ROMNEY ROBINSON.
Hark! 'midst the gloom of Lagan's winding shores,
While freed from life, a much lov'd Spirit soars,
* The self-taught Poet, to whose memory this tribute is paid, died at Magherabeg, near Dromore, in Ireland, the 2?th of December, 1804, having nearly completed the 24th year of his age, for he was born the 19th of March, 1781. While he was a poor weaver boy, having received the rudiments of his education at ono of the Bifhop of Dromore's Sunday Schools, he had, by reading such books as he could borrow, made so considerable a progress, that in the Autumn of 1800 he presented his Lordship with a copy of verses, requesting the loan of books. The Bishop being struck with the marks of genius displayed in this poem rescued him from the loom, and placed him at the Diocesan School of Dromore, where his application was so diligent that in little more than two years he had read the principal Latin and Greek Classics. Being thus qualified to superintend the education of youth, which had been the object of his wishes, he was received early in the year 1804 as an Assistant Teacher in the Academy of the Rev. Dr. Bruce, of Belfast, where he was distinguished for his diligence and skill in preparing the boys under his care to be examined before the last Summer vacation. But by this time such strong symptoms of a consumption had appeared in his tall, thin, and slender frame, that he could not any more return to his charge, and his declining health confined him to the house of his poor mother, near the turnpike-gate between Hillsborough and Dromore, where he continued to experience the kindness of his former
Bee, dark December tears his robes of snow,
Sighs midst the whirlwind of his rushing storms!
In Fancy's wreath no gem resplendent shines—
Funereal cypress round her brow she twines,
In his pure mind the flow'rs of Genius sprung,
His rural lyre the sylvan Dryads strung,
And Truth inspir'd him from her heav'nly throne.
But now no more that vocal lyre shall charm—
And cold that heart so late with friendship warm,
New fiedg'd with radiant plumes of heav'nly fire,
Cease, cease, my Muse! from paths unknown retire,
BELFAST, DECEMBER 31, 1804.
patron, and was most generously attended by Sir George Atkinson, an eminent Physician, in Hillsborough; but his case was beyond the reach of medical aid, and terminated fatally on the day above-mentioned. Cunningham, though very unlike in his bodily frame to Dr. Goldsmith, who was short, and not slender, so strongly resembled him in the face, that when he stood near the profile of the Doctor his portrait seemed to have been drawn for him. Many of his poetical compositions have been printed in the Gentleman's Magazine, and other periodical publications, subscribed by his proper signature; but be sometimes assumed the fictitious names of Alotao and Colic.