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Could I but lay this poor dejefted head ©: 
Where e’en the fav’rite brute may fhelter’d 
feed ; 
Could I but ‘find the fraw my hilitbile bed, 
Half as the hound beloy’d, or pamper’d freed. 
Yet be, with raptur’d eye, can fondly view 
The offspring branch of wedded Avarice ; 
‘Aind is to me, alas ! no pity due? 
Thus, guiltlefs, muft I pay the tax of vice? 
Has bounteous Nature been to me lefs kind ? 
Lefs nicely bade my forming features grow ? 
With true affections lefs fupplied my mind + 
What ftain has God affixed upon this brow ? 
No little bird that fhelters in a tree, 
No beafi that to the fectet covert hies, 
But clearly proves kind Heaven’s vaft charity, 
And bids me hope for Mercy’s large fupplies, 
*Fis faid this face is caft in equal mould, 
Where of the heart the pure fenfations play ; 
For oft’, too oft’, of beauty am I told, 
By thofe who with that beauty to betray. 
Hear then, ye fons of Pleafure! hear my tale, 
Whe gaily wanton’ in variety ; 
And think, like me, how, pierc’d by every 
gale, 
Your offspring afks the mite of Charity. 
Plymouth, O8. 9; 1798. 
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Tranflation of a Greck Idylium, written in 
1765, bythe Right Hon. C. J. Fox. 
Qing mri faciat natura. 
Opts. 
F)ARENESS o’erhaags :the 
the day, 
And dims the luftre of the noontide ray : 
No choral fong of birds the-ear afizils, 
But folemn-filence through the grove p: -evails.. 
Scme angry God, whora mortal woes delight, 
Hath quench’d the folar orb iy chilling night. 
Shepherds, of future wars I fear the fign, 
Shepherds, I dread Diana’s wrath divine. 
DAPHNIS. 


plain, obfcures 
Like thee the anger ef the Gods I fear.; 
Ash, left difeafe invade our fleecy care, 
Oi raging war, the bane of human joy, 
Our fertile yales and fruitful glebe deftroy, 
Before the altar let us fuppliact bend ; 
T° avert impending ils let prayer any ud ¢ 
By me, v appeafe the Gade, a lamb be ‘given, 
By-thee a goat be facrific’d to Heaven. 
OLPIs. 
Pheebus again fhine forth ! Have we then err’d? 
Son of Hireras havye-we ousht deferr’d 
Of holy ado: ation >. In thine i ire 
Hid’ thoa thy face 2: All, that exift, defire 
Thy bounte ous light, To thee we daily pray ‘d, 
‘To thee-our daily guts obedient paid. 
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DAPHNIS. 
Coie: fhepherd, ceale, for hither Lycid bends 
His welcome fiep: him moit. the Mufe | be- 
riends 3 , 
fi y ‘ 
Original Poetry. 
Hin the chafte moon, “and him the facred funy. 
Him too the ftars, as in their courfe they run, @ 
Efcape not: for ’tis his their paths to trace, _ 
Numb’ ring the manfions of étherial fpacey © 
Sweet is the pipe of Lycidas: he Knows. - 
What laws control the planets, and he fhows 
The wonders of the fky : we foon fhall hear 
From him, if once again the day-light will aps 
pear. 
Lycrpas. 
Fear not, my friends: for now, with brighter 
ray 
Peeps from its veil of clouds the eye of day. 
Tis not the offended Deity, that chides, 
?Tis not the bloody fign of war, that hides 
The golden fun: that which, at higheft noon; 
Dims his frerce ieee is the gentle moon. 
Gray’s-Inn, Sept. 9 W.R, 
~ 
THE DEATH OF JOSHUA. 
CHILDREN of Ifrack! Death, with torpid 
hand, 
Chills the ow current of your chieftain’s blood; 
Draw near-—attend with awe the latt command 
Of him who knows your God—the great 
the good ! 
Lift to that voice, whofe fhout ints the wag - - 
So oft has fill’d the hoftile hof with dread, 
When Anak’s giant offspring hid their head, 
When Canaan Hed-afar. 
Tho’ now by age oo its feeble feund 
Yet fill it breathes for you. Friends—chil- 
dren—gather round ! 
9 Jothua fpake ; intent, around, 
.¢ affembled. nation caught the guardian found, 
Silent in Bee grief, 
And many a bofom heav'd the figh, 
And fwoln with tears was many an eye, 
For well they low’d the Chief. 
Alone u: a ae a, and ferene, 
The aged warrior’s face was feen, 
A milder fire illum’d his fading eyes; 
Mild as the dim-decaying ray, 
When faintly o’er the evening fktes 
~ Beams the laft radiance of departing day. 
So 
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Friends,...who. beneath my banners ‘oft have 
pourd 
Qn Cznaan’s impious chiefs red flaughter’s 
tide ; 
When, clad in terrors, the Almighty Lord 
Call’d forth his ttorms, and blafted tyrant pride: 
~Stll from the God of seek proteétion crave, - 
When Jofhua’s nery elefs arm fhall moulder in 
the grave. 
Nor deem the high-heap’d vetive pile, 
_Etermal fuftice can beguile; / 
Ov victim imoke in mantling mift can hide 
The fecret crimes that itain the heart, - Ny, 
Each iawlefs lui and feli-deceiving-art, . 
From Him whofe energy, dilated widey 
Spreads thro’ unbounded {pace its fovercign fway, 
UWhere, drown’d in darknefs, dies yon tun’s X= 
hautted ray. i 
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