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Thus favour’d, fill was he inclin’d 
To bear the difcontented mind ! 
The wind was cutting, and he found, 
The cottage ftood on northern ground ;— 
The foil was courfe, and bleak the air, 
And loud the tempeft rattled there. 
The brcok, at times, wou’d overflow ; 
And, the trees, waving to and fro, 
Diftuib’d his reft: the cow and fheep, 
Would ftray along the upland ftecp, 
And he was old, and could not bear 
The endlefs toil of watching there ! 
Now, to the manor-houfe remov’d, 
Old Stmon ev’ry comfort prov’d 5 
The wind micht bowl, the tempeft frown, 
Still Srmow flept on bed of down ; 
And all was rich and warm, yet he 
Still difcontented chofe to be! 
Near, in the garden legends fay, 
A Pea-nEN fcream’d, at dawn of day; 
Old Simon heard the hideous ftrain, 
And figh’d for folitude again, 
The woodland fteep, the thady grove. 
Where he alone might mufing rove; 
For now he knew the wretched fate, 
Of yielding to the sons of sraTE! 
The labour which proud parrons afk 
In adulations endlefs tafk ! 
He felt the flav’ry which annoys, 
With chain of gold, ambition’s joys ; 
That MAN muft ever groan to find 
That chain about his active minp! 
Thus Simon figh’d, once more to be 
The fon of lab’ring PoverTy 3 
And to regain his wonted pleafure, 
Sought rreEDoM! aS MAN’S PROUDEST 
TREASURE ! TABITHA BRAMBLE. 
ee a 
To the Editor of the Monthly Magazine. 
“SIR, 
mae following lines are at your difpofal, 
for Vulcan, or your poetical department. 
They are a tranflation of a fepulchral infcrip- 
tion, bya Greek poet, MELEAGER, not to 
his wife, as the editors and criticks have uni- 
formly and erroneoufly fuppofed, but certainly 
to his daughter, G. WakEFIELD. 
Dorckefier Goal, Aug. 11. 
HERE fhall REMEMBRANCE pour the in- 
ceflant tear, 
Tho’ Death detains thee in his realm below: 
Accept, dear maid ! this offering to thy bier: 
Tis all a father’s fondnefs can beftow ! 
Freth ftreams of forrowftill fhall dim thefe eyes; 
Thefe rites of pious duty ftill be paid ; 
Still, where my lov’d Heliodora lies, 
Thefe fad libations foothe her penfive fhade. 
A¥FrercrTion’s glance can pierce the dreary 
gloom 
That curtains round with clouds the land 
unknown 
She wails and fobs in anguih o’er thy tomb: 
Her tears unfeen, unheard alas ! her moan. 
So fair, fo gay, where is my bloflom fled ? 
Ah! fee ’tis ravaged by relentlefs DEATH: 
See in the duft her blooming honours fpread, 
All pale, and blafted by his baleful breath, 
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Hear, holy zartTH! a haplefs parent weep! 
In thy kind arms my darling lull to re@ ; 
Her glimmering eyelids clofe with gentle 
fleep,y ; 
And foft recline on thy maternal breatt! 
oe 
LINES ADDRESSED TO THE LOVERS OF 
MODERN POETRY. 
BEAR me, ye Zephyrs, where no fleety 
thowers. 
On mifty wing no hungry whirlwind lowers, 
No horrid ice its bulk enormous rears. 
Unthaw’d thro’ beamiefs funs and wafte of 
years 5 
No defart’s black uncultur’d ruin lies, 
Spreads its vaft plain, and mingles with the 
fkies, 
Wild-fcreaming Famine fweeps along the 
fhore, 
In concert dread with the wide ocean’s roars 
But ripe with life all forms their incenfe bring, 
Stretch the young limb, and clap the quiv’ring 
wing, 
Retplendent Sylphs in orient ether ftray, 
And glance their glittering fides, and hymn 
the blaze of day ; 
Dart their fwift light ; with undulation fine 
Wheel their bright ranks, indent the varying 
line, 
Mount on the clouds, direé& the fpringing rains 
And ficat triumphant o’er the laughing plains 
Rocks, hills, and woods, in gay confufion rife, 
Impearl’d with dew-drops, gliften to the fkies; 
The glorious fun harmonious rolls along, 
Gaze of the fage, and idol of the throng, 
The Lord of life and light, and patron of 
the fong. 
Where gentle love in confentaneous minds 
An off ’ring pure, an honeft altar finds, 
My Delia where, reclufe in dim retreat, 
Relenting comes, her lover’s vows to meet—= 
In that fweet hour when fairy twilight’s 
reign 
Sweeps the long fhadows o’er the glimm’ring 
plain, : 
Thro’ the fine frame when panting tremors 
move. , 
And melts the foul in ecftacies of love. 
Each {welling grace and undulated charm, 
The bofom’s pant, the rofy:winding arm, 
The thrilling languifh of the liquid eye, 
Which coyly grants the love it feems to fly 5 
All thefe my Delia owns ; nor thefe alone 
Beam the blue eye, or heave the virgin zone 3 
The generous tranfports of a feeling mind, 
Slave to no precept, by no rule confin’d, 
No bigot prejudice with rude controul 
Chill’d the young ardour of her buoyant foul, 
But rapturous hope, and eager fond furprife, 
Lives in her mien, and fparkles in her cyes; 
Each look is love, and every action grace, 
Nature each word, all intelieét her face ! 
I-feel her thrilling touch, her glance of fireg 
Each reeling fenfe in extacy expire, 
Throbs every nerve while rapture whelms 
my breaft—— 
Come then, expreffive filence, mufe the rett. 
SONNET, 
