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Deaf to the voice of the morning. Exult, then, 
O Sun! in thy vigour: 
Dark and unlovely is age, as the glimmering 
light of the moon-beams 
Pale that fhine thro’ mitts over-rolling the face 
of the grey fky, 
When on the heath blafts fweep, and the flcet- 
vext traveller fhivers. 
ee 
; THE FALLING TOWER. 
MARK ye the Tower whofe lonely halls 
Re-echo to yon falling ftream ? 
Mark ye its bare and crumbling wails, 
Where flowly fades the finking beam 2 
There, oft, when Eve in filent trance, 
Hears the lorn redbreaft’s plaintive moan, 
Time, caiting round a cautious glance, 
Heaves from its bafe fome mould’ring ftone. 
There, tho’ in Time’s departed day, 
War wav’d his glittering banners high; 
Tho’ many a mintirel pour’d the lay, 
And many a beauty tranc’d the eye ; 
Yet never ’midft the gorgeous {cene, 
’Midt the proud feafts of fplendid pow’r, 
Shone on the pile a bearn ferene, 
So bright as gilds its falling hour. 
Oh! thus when Life’s gay fcenes fhali rade, 
And Pieafure lofe it wonted bloom, 
When creeping Age fhall bare my head, 
And point to me the filent tomb ; 
Then may Religion’s ‘hallow’d flame, 
Shed on my mind its mildeft ray ; 
And bid it feek in purer frame, 
One bright Eternity of Day! 
Sune $. A. 
——— 
SONG. 
WHEN the fhades of night purfuing, 
O’er the ruiti’d billows creep, 
The failor oft’ the gloom reviewing, 
Cheerlefs wanders o’er the deep. 
Haply then in fplendour rolling, 
From the realms of parted day, 
The cloudlefs moon his peace reitor m3, 
Mounts and guides him on his way- 
- Julia, thus, when Hope retreating, 
Yields to care my tortur’d breaft; 
When my heart in anguith beating, 
Sinks with cold defpair opprett ; 
One foft {mile thy lips difclofing, 
Bids the wild emotions ceafe ; 
One kind glance my breaft compofing, 
Stills my heart, and ali is peace. 
Fume 14. OA, 
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TRANSLATION FROM TYRTAUS. 
— MUTE are my chords when beauty claims 
the fong, 
Or kingly grace, or/limbs of giant mold; 
No grace of mine extols the honey’d tongue, 
"The racer’s fwistnefs or the gleam of gold. 
2 
Original Poetry. 
405 
My theme’s the youth who views with Ready 
eyes, 
The bloodieft carnage, and the grin of death; 
’Midft thickeft battle claims the victor’s prize, 
And man to man difputes the laurel wreath. 
Bleft by his country’s praife, his parent’s fmile, 
He views the wafte of life, nor feels appal, — 
Firm at the poft, and feremoft in the file, 
With dauntlefs breaft he fees his comrade 
. fall. 
With finewy arm he ftems the wave of war, 
O’er adverfe hofts he featters wild difmay ; 
Recklefs of life he guides his griding car, 
Where danger frowns, amid the bloody fray. 
And falls the youth ?—he falls, his country’s 
ous 
His father’s pride, who. tells each honeft 
wound ; 
Points to the fifured buckler of his boy, 
And {miles in tears, while all his praife 
refound. 
His children’s children, bending o’er his tomb, 
Shall date their glories from his honow’d 
name ; 
“Thus, wrapt in earth, he “fcapes the wulgar 
doom, 
And lives for ever in the roils of fame. 
Fune 16, Ee ¥, 
INSCRIPTION 
On CrRoMWELL’s PoRTRAIT, PRESENTED 
TO QUEEN CHRISTINA OF SWZDEN. 
{ From Milton’s Works.) 
BELLIPOTEN S Virgo, feptem Regina 
Trionum, 
Chriftina, Arétoi lucida ftella poll, 
Cernis quas menal dura fub caffide rugas, 
Utgue fenex armis impiger ora tero ; 
Inoia fatorum dum per veftigia nitor, 
Exequor & popula fortia juffa manu. 
Aft tibi fubmittit frontem reverentior umbra ; 
Nec funt hi vuitus Regibi s ufque truces. 
TRANSLATION. 
BRIGHT f{cepter’d Maid, whefe arms the 
North controul, 
Chriftina, flar that gilds the frozen pole, 
Eehold my wa-worn cheeks with wrinkles 
{pread, 
And frowning armour prefs my hoary head, 
While thro’ the maze of fate I break my way, 
‘And ali a people’s high behefts obey. 
But m ld to thee, the inade its homage brings ; 
Thefe brows not always fternly bend on kings. 
A COR- 
