2J2 poetry. Feb. T\ 



Unlike the Jays when those old walls* arose, 

 When Britain's sons to Britain's sons were foes, 

 V/hen baib'rous cruelty each province tore, 

 And nndc tended lay the nalced (hore ; 

 Intestine broils made savage life a prey, 

 Alarm'd by night, nor ev'n secure by day } 

 By factions mangled, helpIefs*to defend, 

 Without an ally, and without a friend, 

 Tlity Ihrur.k recoiling from the toils of war, 

 And fell a prey to ev'ry foreign spear. 



But clianges great those hoary tow'rs have knowHj. 

 Since Roman greatnefs tumbled from her throne y 

 Since o'er the earth her iron rod flie drew. 

 The nations trembling as her eagles flew; 

 They've from her tomb seen Eritifti freedom rise. 

 Seen Britifh ensigns blizing to the fkies. 

 Seen Briti/li sails full in their face unfurl'd, 

 Heard thunders roar that oft have aw'd the world. 

 Seen cities built, and domes and spires ascend. 

 And haibours form'd, and useful moles extend. 

 Seen fertile fields, and smiling plenty grace 

 I'ortsdown ! thy side, and ruund thy swelling base. 

 Lop.g may all these incircling round thee spread !■ 

 Still may freili laurels flourifli round thy head ! 

 May bards more equal to th' extensive theme. 

 In sweetest numbers sing thy growing fame I 



BEAUTIFUL VERSES 

 «OPIED FROM THE WINDOW OF AN OBSCURE LODGING HOUSR* 



What tho' to deck this roof no arts combine 

 Such forms as rival ev'ry fair but mine; 

 No nodding plumes, our humble couch above. 

 Proclaim each triumph of urboundtd love; 

 No silver lamp, with scufptur'd Cupids g ly, 

 . O'er yielding beauty pours its midnight ray ; 

 Yet Fanny's charms could Time's slow flight beguile. 

 Soothe ev'ry care, and make this dungeon fmile; 

 In her wlrjt kings, what saints have wilh'd, is giv'n; 

 Her heart is empire ! and her love is heav'n ! 



* Portchester castle, said to have been built by the Romans, its bofiT 

 Tuins sta;id at the bottum of Fortsdown hill, projecting into the harbcir,. 



