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ORIGINAL POETRY. 
—— 
LINES 
Occasioned by reading that the Heart of 
Byron was to remain in Greece. 
BY JOHN DODDRIDGE HUMPHREYS. 
O CHERISH that relic, proud land of 
the free! — 
And his spirit triumphant shill linger with 
thee ; 
Methinks that young heart should never 
grow cold, 
While it dwells with the sons of the heroes 
of old. 
Oh no! it will throb witha kindred emotion, 
When the shouts of their triumph boom 
over the ocean; 
And again will it swell with the pulses of 
ife, 
When they rush to the banquet of danger 
and strife ; , 
And the xarm tears of passion shall nou- 
, ‘Yish it still, 
Then the heart of the Lhilve can never 
grow chill! 
With valour, with love, and with freedom, 
its shrine, 
Bright star of the East! let the treasure 
be thine; 
Yes, oon that relic, proud Jand of the 
ree! 
And sure as his fame shall thy liberty be. 
—— 
' WAR-SONG; 
Written when the French first invaded Spain; 
. translated from the Spanish of Vincente, 
BY GEORGE OLAUS BORROW. 
Anise, ye sons of injur’d Spain, 
And all your strength be summing, 
For see along the distant plain 
The foes of men are coming ; 
Regardless of their haughty frown, 
Rise, Biscay rise! and pour down, 
From every mountain’s hoary crown, 
Your knights and caballeros. 
*Tis said that in your veins the blood 
Of Carthage pure is flowing; 
And-will ye soil the noble flood, 
_ By Freedom’s sweets foregoing? 
Fear not to meet yon Gallic host, 
For England’s sons, lier pride and boast, 
Will arm, and leave their native coast, © 
To share your righteous battle. 
Arise, arise! the tyrants come, 
The peace of nations breaking ; 
Tho’ even now they feel at home 
_ Their thrones beneath them quaking. 
Yes, yes! their reign isnearly past, 
Yet, adder-like, unto the last 
iey seck the venom’d sting to cast, 
_. And spread destruction round them, 
What tho’ above the bloody band 
Religion’s flag is streaming, 
I guess their faith will never stand 
Your faulchions’ ruddy gleaming. 
Then forward, forward, to the fight; 
And, if you fall beneath their might, ' 
Lis sweet to die for home and right,— 
For native land and freedom. 
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THE PLANETS; 
BY DR. SIMEON SHAW. 
Tne Planets round the Sun with order trace 
Their various courses in unbounded space. 
First Mercury, midst ardent light and heat, 
His shortest year does constantly com- 
plete ; 
Kighty-eight days he constantly does run 
His curved annual orbit round the Sun, 
Then the bright harbinger of night or day, 
Refulgent Venus, wends her vaster way, 
Of days two hundred twenty-five the year, 
In which she traverses her circling sphere. 
Earth next, (whose year we all so well do 
know, ' . 
While journeying to our home, thro’ scenes 
of woe, ) , 
Secure from chills intense, and heat that 
burns, 
With her attendant Moon, so calmly turns, 
Mars, with more lengthen’d year and day 
than ours, 
Revolves along his orbit with fleet powers, 
While to our aided sight he oft displays 
The view resplendent of ensanguin’d rays ; 
Then Vesta, Ceres, Pallas, Juno, bright, 
Feebly reflect their share of solar light, 
With years still lengthen’d more, and 
mildest ray, i 
They aid the grandeur of departed day. 
Next belted Jupiter, from wondrous 
height, 
With lengthen’d year, but shortest day 
and night, 
On‘his four moons, as seen by aided gaze, 
Sheds ever steady his transplendent blaze. 
More distant Saturn, with his double ring, 
Each thirty years unweariedly does bring. 
His seven moons, and, by Creation’s law, 
Thro’ the ethereal vault the whole does 
draw ; 
While at the verge of Sol’s extended bound, 
In eighty years, with most continuou 
round, ~Y 
And calmest lustre, round the distant pole, 
With eight attendant moons, we view 
Uranus roll. 
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SOLILOQUY 
OF OLD ROBIN CODFREY, A GARDENER}; 
Who now lies interred in Totness Church- 
yard, Devon. 
Pulvis et umbra sumus. Hor. 
Aun, what avails the wisdom of the wise, 
Are they more virtuous, or their follies 
few ? ; 
Ye moralists, if man with man still vies 
In vice, ah what avails your proffer’d 
clue? 
Do 
