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From which (unlike a living head) 
Whatever flows is never dull. 
I livefl, I loved, I quaff'd like thee. 
I died—let earth my bones resign ! 
Fill up—thou cans’t not injure me. 
The worm hath fouller lips than thine. 
Better to hold the sparkling grape, 
Than nurse the earth-worm's slimy 
brood, 
And circle in the goblet’s shape, 
The drink of gods, than reptile’s food. 
Where once my wit perchance hath shone, 
In aid of others let me shine, 
And when, alas ! our brains are gone, 
What nobler substitute than wine ! 
Quaff whilst thou cans’t, another race, 
When thou and thine like me are sped, 
Mav rescue thee from earth’s embrace. 
And rhyme and revel with the dead. 
W r hy not! since through lifeVlittle day 
Our heads such sad effects produce, 
Redeemed from worms and wasting- clay, 
This chance is theirs to be of use. 
THE TEMPEST. 
Translated from Ovid , 
BY JOSEPH PRENDERGAST. 
Mountains of waters are roll’d upon 
high •, 
Now, now, they seem to touch the loftiest 
sky : 
The sea withdrawn, what yawning depths 
appearj 
Now, now black Tartarus approaches near. 
The wide expanse presents no cheering 
sight, 
Naught else but sea and air doth meet the 
light: 
Here black clouds threaten, there the swel¬ 
ling wave— 
Between them both fierce winds with fury 
rave. 
Ocean’s dread surge rolls o’er the vasty 
deep, 
Dubious, which lofty lord’s command to 
keep 3 
For now keen Eurus from the east controls ; 
Now Zeph’rus from the west his billows 
rolls ; 
Now frozen Soreas bellows from the north 3 
Now ITotus rages from the adverse south. 
The pine-tree framework bursts with chil¬ 
ling sound, 
The cracking cables the dread noise re¬ 
dound 3 
The shatter’d bark herself her misery feels, 
And groans, as whirl’d by whistling winds 
she reels. 
The sailor’s pallid dheeks betray his fears 5 
His raft he now obeys, no longer steers, 
And as the unequal driver slacks the reins 
When the fierce bounding steed defies his 
pains, 
[Sept. 1, 
The wearied pilot thus deserts the helm, 
For winds to rive, or waves to overwhelm. 
July 6th , 1821. 
. — 
SENG AT A SUNDAY SCHOOL 
ANNIVERSARY. 
Christian ! who art here attending, 
Listen to our infant praise 
Now in pious strains ascending, 
For our blest Redeemer’s grace 5 
He to mitigate our danger 
Interposed his precious blood; 
Imitate his kindness, stranger 3 
Freely aid the public good. 
Have thy parents’ bounties blest thee ? 
Now, may we thy bounty bless ! 
I-Iave their cares and griefs distrest thee ? 
Save thou ours from like distress ! 
Let the fears which now oppress them 
Ceise to agitate the mind 3 
In thy charity caress them 3 
Shew to all that thou art kind. 
Dost thou bless the boundless kindness 
Learning does to man afford 3 
Save thou us from mental blindness ; 
Let us share thy precious hoard 3 
Now thy cares for youth discover, 
While thy virtues mildly glow 3 
Prove thyself sweet Wisdom’s lover, 
By the helps thou dost bestow. 
And when Earth, in dissolution, 
Veils its objects from thy sight; 
May thou prove the great ablution, 
Sav’d by faith and blest with light 3 
Then may angel hosts attend thee 
To the great Creator’s throne, 
May he then with bliss befriend thee 3 
May thy welcome be —-well done. 
S. Shaw. 
ON HEARING OF THE DECEASE OF 
MRS. INCHBALD. 
Shall genius unobserv’d decay, 
And no one pause around the bier ? 
Shall it in death’s embraces lay 
Nor leave a friend to drop a tear ? 
As tho’ e’en Virtue ceas’d in death, 
Nor left its trace of good behind 3 
And stamp’d oblivion on the breath, 
Once breathing for the human mind. 
Ah no! ten thousand tongues shall prove 
How sympathy the heart may rend 5 
Those whom in life, in death we love, = 
And whom in friendship as a friend. 
Yet o’er the ashes of the brave 
We raise in grief a nobler strain 3 
Our wounded eloquence the grave 
Deplores in many a pensive plain. 
A ugust 2d y 1821, 
Original Poetry . 
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