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There while its branches whiftle as they wave, 
That tree} O Connal! marks thy lonely gtave-: 
On the bleak hill when wild winds how! around, 
It ftrews its green leaves o’er thy hallow’d 
ground. 
There if the folitary hunter go, 
In filent mufing melancholy, flow, fs 
When the dim twilight fpreads its veil ferene, 
The throwded fpecties ftatk along the green. 
Through rolling ages who thy fires can wae, 
And who recount the fathers of thy race? 
See the tall oak from yonder mountain rife, _ 
And lift its leafy banners to the fkies 5 
The lurid light’ning with tremendous glare, 
Scatters. its rifted banners in the air! 
Thus, Conwal! did thy family excel, 
They rofe, they fourith’d, and in ree they fell. 
Mourn‘ul thy wars, O Fingal! ’midft the flain 
Here Connal preis’d the blood - enamelled 
plain ; : 
Here’ was the din ofarms, and ftain’d with 
gore; 
Here fell the mighty to arife no more. 
S:rong was his arm. as ‘empefts of the main, 
His height, like rocks that overlook the plain ; 
His {word a meteor in thelow’ring fky, 
A fiery furnace glow’d his wrathtul eye 5 
And loud his) voice as when the furges roar, 
With fuamy billows on the founding thore5 
In carclefs-playfulnefsthe thoughtle!s child 
Crops the gay thiftle in the flow’ry wilt, 
Thus Connal’s faulchion feal’d the warriors 
doom, 
His traniient glories withering ere they. biopm. 
As rolling thunder in the noon-day fkies, 
Dargo the Mighty to the battle flies, 
Dark and contradted was his fulleir brow, 
And his funk eyes feern’d hollow caves below. 
Bright rofe. their, clathing {words with wild 
alarms, 
And dire thé clangor of refulgent arms. 
The fair Cremona, heavenly maid! was near, 
Daurhter of-Rinyal, matter of the fpear, 
Who cas’d in mail had follow’d from afar 
Her much-loy’dConnal_to the din of war; 
Wohiltt her loo’ treffes negligently flow, 
Her beautedus hard fultains the quiv’sing bow; 
On Dargo now the draws the erring dart— 
h, haplefs'maid! it cleaves thy Cunna!’s heart. 
So falls the giant“oak, the valley’s pride, 
So tilted rocks roll down the mountain's fide, 
In deep defpair th’ unhappy virgin frays 
Through tansi’d paths and. unfrequented 
weys; ‘ r 
While chilly. vapours’ fitoud the moon’s pale 
beam, 
All wild fhe wanders by the murm’ring ftream3 
Connal, my love! Connal, my friend! the cries, 
She finks—-the faints—the trembles—and— 
fhe dies. | : 
Here, earth, thou doft the lovelieft pairinclofe, 
That ever flept in undifturb’d repofe; 
Within thy chilly bofom, here reclin’d 
Their memory rufhes on my. mufing mind, 
And while the falt tear trickles from mine.cyes, 
The wild wind whiftles, and the rank weed 
fighs. 
MontTui_y Mac. XXVIUI. 
Original Poetry. 
Af 
SONNET 
To THE OWL, ies 
J woo thee, cheerlefs melancholy bird, 
Soothing to me is thy funereal cry, 
Here build thy lonely neft, and ever nigh 
My dwelling be thy fullen wailings heard, 
Amid the howling of the northern blat 
Thou lov’ft to mingle thy difcordant {creamy 
Which to the vifionary mind, may feem 
To call the fufferers to eternal reft ; 
And fometimes, with the fpirit of the deep, 
Thou fwelP the roarings of the ftormy 
Waves, ‘ 
Whilerifing throudle{s from their watry graves» 
Aérial forms along the billows {weep! 
Hark, loud, and louder ftill, the tempeft raves, 
And yet I hear thee from the dizzy fteep. 
Edinburgh. r AUGUSTA; 
ed 
AN IMITATION OF A CANTATA OF 
METASTASIO. 
OME penfive fair, whilft foft approaching: 
night 
O’er weary’d nature draws her filent fhade, 
From ocean’s mitror, view departing light, 
Whilft varying forms in clofing darkne(s 
fade. 
Plac'd on a rock, which ocean gently laves, 
Mark tle flow changes of the lefs’ning fail, 
Whilft cooling zephyrs flightly curl the waves, 
Enjoy the fweetnefs of the paffing gale. 
Yon azure vault bright twinkling gems adorn, 
Their borrow’d luttre gilds the envious deepy 
Along her ftudded path pale Cynthia’s'borne, 
Whofe icy beams upon-the billows fleep : 
Leave then, fair nymph, your flock and shady 
bow’ tr, 
And fhare the trahfient glories ofthe hour. 
ECE. 
Fr ae 
BOTANY-BAY ECLOGUE. 
EDWARD AND SUSAN, 
Time, Evening. 
SUSAN. 
WHY, Edward, hangs thy head in filent grief, 
Why will thy ftern ‘repentance (hun 
relief 2». 902 
Still heaves thy reitlefs bofom with the figh 2 
Still dwelis on vacancy thy rigid eye ? 
Lov’d of my foul, from fruitlefs forrow ceafe, 
And let thy Sufan foothe thy foul to peace. 
EDWARD. 
Oh flv me, fly me! leave me to my, fate, 
Reproach me with my crimes, andJearnto hate! 
Leave me each woe fo well deferved to prove, 
But'do not, Sufan, wowand me with thy love.— 
Why, heavenly. juftice ! mauit this angel thare 
The anguith I alone deferve to bear ? 
Why, was fhe doom’d to tempt: the dangerous 
fea, 
Or why united to a fiend-like me.? 
Ye blafting tempefts, rufh around my head! 
Ye heaven-wing’dlightnings, ftrike this monfier 
dead ! j 
Spirits of hell! come end this life of woe, 
Game drag your vilimte the fires below ! 
Gc SUSAR. 
