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ORIGIN 
The XXiXth ODE or CATULLUS, 
WEETEST ifle, of lake or main, 
Sirmio, with what joy again 
 revifit thy dear fhore ; 
All my wand’ring labours o’er. 
Scarce my fenfes [believe, 
When they tell me, hor GECEIVe, 
That not through Afia’s fields I roam, 
But fafely view my native home. 
O what more blifsfal, | than te find 
Repofe from care, and eafe of mind,— 
With foreign toil long g¢ wearied srown,— 
On that dear fpot, on which alone 
Our hearts are fix’d: and pleafures paft 
T.evive, and fill our blifs at laf; 
That genial {pot, that facred ground, 
Where youth its earlieft habits found? 
How fweet, within my native ihed, 
To prefs the dear deferted bed ! 
Such joy as this, by pain procut gt: Spee 
Repays the labours P’ve encur’d. 
elightful ee hail !—-rejoice 
To hear thy mafter’s well known voice 5 
Hail his late, bat glad, return : 
And ye, hard by Who pour your urn, 
Ye waters of the Larian lake, 
In your old alates s joy partake 5 
And all ye fports that home attend, 
Exult, and laugh, to meet your fiend, 
O&. 7; 1796. 
Tee — 
SONNET. 
BY CHARLES LLOYD. 
PP HIS hoary labyrinth, the wreck of time, 
Solicitous with timid fep I tread, 
Scale the ffern battlement, or vent’rous climb 
Where the rent watchtower bows it’s graffy 
head ; 
Thefe dark damp caverns breathe myfterious 
dread,: re 
Haply ill foul w 
with ting er ancient crime ; 
—- fore is irit oO 
of th’ ennobi’d dead, 
or warrior chiei fublime, 
ppings of the oii bird 
fe arfully i impart 
bei ow, that feebiy ftirr? 
Sezm’d the deep breathing of an-o'erchai 
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nai 
Haunts them ! 7 he A 
Imagin’d warnings 
Petey 
heart ! 
Proud tower! thy ‘halls now ftable the lean 
herd, 
And musinc Mercy fmiles that fuch thou 
art ! 
Brificl, O&. 20, 1796 
Stenzas to RosA BeELEA Branca, on her 
Borth-day, 
THELWALL, 
BLOSSOM of vernal {weetnefs, lovely Rofe! 
Once more I tune the long-negiected lay, 
To hail the fan, whofe fav’ring beams difclofe 
Impreving beauties with this genial day. 
BY > 
[Nove 
Propitious day! full as the circling year 
Renews its courfe, may’ fithou, ateaeh return, 
Veil’d in ireth fhow’rs of op’ning blifs appear, 
WhileHealth’ sgay fires with purer ardeur burn! 
And may the Loves and Graces ftill, as now, 
Play round her form and flufh het artlefs 
cheek ; 
While tafte and vittue crown the polith’d brow, 
And thro’ her eyes the native feelings fpeak! 
The while fome youth, by Nature’s partial love, 
Form’d in the mold of Genius, Worth, and 
Senfe, 
in early prime her virgin heart fhall move, 
And Hymen’s torch its brighteft ray difpenfe. 
So fhall the charms on her-fair form imprefs’d 
Enhance her blifs, and every tender figh 
That heaves the foftnefs of Bianca’s breaft, 
Be but the herald of approaching joy ! 
Thus — fweet Maid! the ftrain of Friends 
- thip flow, 
Gilding thy fate in colours of the morn : 
A fpring-tide Ife, unchill’d by wintry woe— 
Day without clou¢—a rofe without a thorn ! 
But ’twill not be: fome dregs of envious Care 
In Life’s incongruous cup the Fates will fing, 
Beauty and Worth the bitter draught mug ihare, 
And Wifdom’s {elf thall drink at Sorrow’s 
fpring. 
Be then each cloud that glooms life’s fickle day, 
Like tranfient fhow’rs that frefh’ning fweets 
difpenfe, 
And each aiaeiue bloffom fnatch’d away, “~ ~ » 
Replace with fruits of Virtue andof Senfe! 
4iug. 8, 1796. 
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CULTIVATION—A Porm, 
Addreffed to Sir Journ Stnciair, Bart. Pree 
. fident of the Board of Agriculture, 
BY pee WILKINSON, M.D. 
YV ILE gath’ring armies crowd Europa’s 
pain, 
And hoitile fquadrons move in proud difdaia, 
While martiaf mufic {wells the note of war, 
And the deftractive cannon founds from far; 
Scai’d by the clafh of arms, the widow’s moan, 
The tears of orphans, and the dying groan, 
The Mute retires to her own Kindred giadés, 
Where myrtles bloffom, and the laurel fhades, 
Where Philomela and the plaintive dove, 
Fill the wide woodlands with the voice of love ; 
There fhe prepares the wreaths of fair Renown, 
Smiles on her Sinclair, and feleéts his crown. 
No flaughter marks her hero’s bold career, 
Deeds more illufirious fhall his name endear. 
Le! from the defert fprings the golden grain, 
Thick ranks of corn o’erfpread the barren plain, 
The fwains who late furvey’d a joylefs waite, 
With grateful raptures their new harvett tafte. 
Sinclair, the Mufe thy varied tafk fhall hail, 
And trace thy footfteps through the water’é 
yale; 
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