412 ANNUAL K E G I S T E R, 1794.. 



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 Say, shall Britannia's generous sons embrace 

 In folds of amity the harpy race, 

 Or aid the sword that coward Fury rears, 

 Red with the widow's blood, wet with the orphan's tears? 



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Butnho* hermartial thunders fall 

 Vindictive o'er Oppnssion's haughty crest. 



Awake to Pity's suasive call, 

 She spreads her buckler o'er the suffering breast. — 

 From seas that ro'l by Gallia's soiithmost i^teep. 

 From the rich isles that crown th' Atlantic deep, 

 I'he plaintive sigh, the heart-felt groan. 

 Are wafted to her Monarch's throne ; 

 Ope 1 to mercy, prompt to save. 

 His ready navies plow the yielding wave, 

 The ruthless arm of savage li^-ense awe. 

 And guard the sacred reign of freedom and of law. 



ODE/or his Majesty's Birth-Day, iy H. J. Pye, esg, 



ROUS'D from the gloom of transient death, 

 Rtviving Nature's charms appear ; 

 Mild 7.ephyr waKes with balmy bn ath 

 The beauties of the youthful year. 

 The fleecy storm that froze the plain. 

 The winds that swept the billowy main, 

 The chilling blast, the icy show'r^ 

 That oft obscur'd tlie vernal hour. 

 And half dcform'd th' etherial grace 

 That bloom'd on Maia's lovely face. 

 Are gone — and o'er the fertile glade. 

 In manhood's riper form array'd, 

 Bright Juno appears, and from his bosom throws. 

 Blushing with hue divine, his own ambiosial rose. 



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Yet there are climes where Winter hoar 



Despotic still usurps the plains, 

 Where the loud surges lash the shore, 



A.id dreary desolation reigns ! — 

 While, as the shivering swain descries 

 The dritted mountains round h^m rise. 

 Through the dark mist and howung blast, 

 Full iiiiiny a longing look is cast 



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