1808.] 
There is no radiance in thy listless eye, 
No active joy that fires 
Its sudden glance with life : 
I do not wish upon thy downy couch, 
As in a conscious dream, 
To doze away the hours. 
But, to thy sister, Leisure, I would pour 
The supplicating pray’r, 
And woo her air benign = 
Nymph, on whose sunny cheek, the hue of 
’ health 
Blooms, like the ruddy fruit 
Matur’d by southern rays ; 
Whose eye-beam sparkles, to the speaking 
heart, 
“Like the reflected noon 
Quick glancing on the waves. 
Her would I pray, that not for ever thus 
Th’ ungentile voice of Toil 
Might claim my daily task. 
So should my hand a votive temple rear, 
Through many a distant age, 
That Liberty should stand. 
Leng should the stately monument pro- 
claim 
That no ungrateful heart, 
Leisure ! receiv’d thy boon. 
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TO A FRIEND, 
_ ss WHO HAD FALLEN IN LOVE. 
IN ANSWER, 
POW strange is Love ! to make man sigh, 
Tochange his nature, and to die; 
Welcome indignity and toil, 
‘To gain the mock’ry of a smile! 
How' strong is Love, the inbred soul 
And all its passions to controul ; 
To soothe the stubborn, tame the wild, 
And make the wise the veriest child! 
Credulity herself wi\'stare, 
— Wftruth reluctanrl;- eclare ' 
_ That he whose name pervades the globe 
Would hide him in a woman’s robe : 
‘That he whose eye delights to scan 
Vast nature’s fair, harmonious plan ; 
That be would dwindle to a fly, 
And ona lady’s toilet die. 
Would stoop her vanity to raise, 
~ By showing, mirror-like, her face 5 
As water, act the menial play, 
To wash her handsesbe thrown away. 
‘As shoes! to bear the thriftless load 
Of woman’s whims along the road 
Of life, that mourns its shorten'd line, 
And pants'for liberty divine. 
Say, shall the Muse, that treads the spheres, 
Be found inglorious, and in tears, 
Humming a pitecus note to woman, 
Feeblest of all on earth that’s human ; 
Flutt’ring like insect round her Leauty, 
- Till burnt, her wings forget her duty, 
She weeps her abdicated fame, 
Expiring in the treachirous flame ? 
Original Poetry. 
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No! “tis unworthy of the mind, 
Enlarged, enlightened, and refined, 
Contracting all its noblest powers, 
To languish in Idalian bowers. 
Go travel in the bright career 
To holy Science, justly dear ; 
Cease to bewail a woman’s charms, 
See truth immortal wooes thee to der arms> 
Banks of the Esk. 
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EPIGRAM, 
IN PAUPERIEM. 
I cantat vacuus coram latrone viatory 
Cantandi saltem gaudia Pauper habet: 
Sed mihi, cui vacuo nunguam vidisse lae 
trones 
Accidit, ex omni tempore Cantus abeste 
Ippellitis, Herts, September 8, 1808. 
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THE OTAHEITAN MOURNER, 
[Peggy Stewart was the daughter of an Ota- 
heitan Chief, and married to cne of the 
Mutineers of the Bounty. On Stewart’s 
being seized and carried away in the Pane 
dora Frigate, Peggy fell into a rapid decay, 
and in two months died of a broken hearty 
leaving an infant daughter, whe is still lig- 
ing.] , 
FROM the isle of the distant ocean 
My white Love came to me; 
T led the weary stranger 
Beneath the spreading tree. 
With white and yellow blossoms 
I strew'd his pillow there ; 
And watch’d his bosom’s heaving, 
So gentle and so fair. 
Before I knew his language, 
Or he could talk in mine, 
We vow’d to love each other, 
And never to resign. 
O then twas lovely watching 
The sparkling of his eyes ; 
And learn the white man’s greeting, 
And answer all his sighs. 
I taught my constant white Love 
To play upon the wave, 
To turn the storm to pleasure, 
And the curling surge to brave. 
How pleasant was our sporting, 
Like dolphins on the tide; 
To drive beneath the billow, 
Or the rolling surf to ride, 
To summer groves [ led him, 
Where fruit hangs in the sun 5 
We linger’d by the fountains, 
That murmur as they run. 
By the verdant islands sailing, 
Where the crested sea-birds go; 
We heard the dash of the distant spray, 
And saw through the deeps the sunbeams 
play, 
In the coral bow’rs below, 
Ant 
