1807.] 



Original Poetry, 



SQ'^ 



The labours of Rofcoc and Tcnhove, have 

 dirt'eminated in this country a tdfte for 

 Itahan literature. But we thiiik tliat 

 much yet remains to be done. The 14th, 

 lath, and ICtli, centuries, abounded in 

 learned men of every deicription, many 

 of whom are at prefcnt icarcely known 

 but by name, but "hofe works merit our 

 attention by the excellence of their lub- 

 je(^ts, and the purity of their languaue. 

 — Wiule the reli of Europe was involved 

 in darknei's, Italy alone retained in its 

 bofom, poets, hiftorians, and fcholars. 

 We think that new or improved tranf- 



lations of Guicciardiui, Muratori, Gian- 

 noiie, Bcmbo, Fra l^aolo, and Denina, ar« 

 obvious t'ehderata in ourkmijuage. There 

 arc alfo many detached portions of 

 Itiihan iiillory tiiat would amplv repay in 

 interclt the labour bellowed on them ; 

 fuch as a Iliftury of the Vifconti Sove- 

 reigns of Milan, on the plan of Mr. Rof- 

 coe, a continuation of that gentleman's 

 work to the extinction of the houfe of 

 Medici, and a philofophical hiftory ofch^ 

 temporal foveicigiity (^f the Popei tryu^ 

 Leo X. to tlie prtfeut time. 



ORIGINAL POETRY. 



ON MTS5 DASHWOOD, 

 BY JABIES HAMMOND, 



AUTHOR OF lOVE EI.IOIES, &C. 

 [n'EVEU BErORl: rUBLlSHliD.J 



/~)II ! how could I venture lo love one like 



thee ! 

 Or thou not contemn a poor conqueft like me! 

 On lords, tliy admirers, could'ft look with dif- 



dain. 

 And know 1 am notliing, \-ct pity my pain ! 

 You laid, when they teazcd you with non- 



feiife and drcfs ; 

 When real the paihon, the vanity's lefs ; 

 You fawthro'thatfilence which others defpife. 

 And while Beaux were talking, read love in 



my eves. 

 Oh ! when (hall I hold you and kifs all your 



charms, 

 Till fainting with pleafure I die in your arms ! 

 Thro' all the wild raptures of extacy loH, 

 Till fuiking together, together we 're lift ! 

 Oh I where is the maid that like thee ne'er 



can cloy ! 

 Whnfe wit can enliven the dull panfe of joy • 

 And svhenthelhort Iran I'ports are allatanend, 

 From heautit'nl miftreCs turn fenlible friend I 

 In vain would I prail'e thee, or ilrive to reveal, 

 Too nice for exprellioii, what only I feel ; 

 In all tluit you do, in each look and each mien, 

 'J"he Graces in waiting adorn you unfecn ; 

 When i fee you I love you, v\hen hearing 



adore, 

 I wonder and think yon a woman no more j 

 Till mad with admiring I cannot contain. 

 And killing thol'o hps you turn woman again. 

 AVilh tlice in my hofoni how can I def|)air ! 

 I'll gaze on thy beauty and look away care ; 

 I'll alk ihy advice when with trouble opprell, 

 Which never difplcafcs, and always is belt. 

 Ill all that I write I'll thy judgment rc(iuire; 

 Thy lafte Ihall carrctt what thy love did in- 



fpire ; 

 I'll kifi and prefs thee till youth is all oVr, 

 And then live on fricntllhip when puflioii's 

 no aiurc. 



THE SINNERS AND THE SCULLS: 



A TAI.E, 



By peter PINDAR, Esq. 

 A PAI K of youths, too fond of mijfing;. 

 That is of one lad crime call'd kiliing, 

 Cwuld never let the girls alone ; 

 For ever bufy with their lips— 

 (Jf Adam's block two nice young chips. 

 As good for love as e'er were known. 



To expiate thefc killing crimes. 

 Committed, Lord ! a thonfaud times. 



The I'rieft enjoin'd them penance tvrentjf 

 nights — 

 Each in his bed a human fcull. 

 Cheek by jowl, 

 To try what good might be perform'd by 

 frights. 



In a few days the Sinners met— 

 *• Pierre, wal'n't thee in a dcv'lilh fweat. 

 To lleep I'o near a d-in-'d old llinking head. 

 IMy fenfes all were nearly loft ; 

 I dreamt of natliing but a ghoft ; 

 Egad I IhoughtlHiouldliavedy'dwith dread 



Well, was not thine a difmal night ? 

 How did thy fpiriis bear the fright?" 

 " Why, very pleal'antly, lailh, (anfwer'd 

 Pierre) ; 

 So far from feeing ghofts and hell 

 I ne'er lik'd pcrwince half fo well ; 

 And yet the head was all night at my ear !" 



" Why, how the deuce is this, (quoth Paul,) 

 You mean to laugh at me that's all- 

 Dolt take me lor an als, fo very dull !" 

 " Then, to convince thee Paul, (quotb 



Pierre,) 

 A trifling whil'per in thine ear— 

 I had a female body to my scull I" , 



Camden Town, December, 1806. 



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