Original Poetry, by Capt. Morris, and Mr. Capel: Loft. 
LINES 
Written in a Bower of Mr. Swatnson’s 
Botanic Garden, at Twickenham. 
. | Bythe elder Capt. Morris. 
FLERE, to enjoy the filent and the cool, 
Sat one unkaownamong the proudor gay ; 
Too wife was he to prove ambition’s fool, 
Too dull to learn to trifle life away, 
Now, in the manjion, now, this fecret bow’r, 
Ten days of quiet did the muter fpend; 
There Swainfon’s mirth beguil’d the tedious 
hour, : 
Here little Robin was his gueft and friend. 
Perch’d on his book, and perking in his face, 
The guilelefs Redbreaft feem’d to watch 
his thought: 
Alas! he knew not man’s verfidious race, 
By whofe allurement fimple birds are 
caught. 
E’en man to man but rarely is fincere; 
The love profefs’d is interefted art : 
Tho’ heay’n’s bright image on his brow appear, 
Yet honeft Robin boatts a purer heart. 
‘Defpair not, Robin, tho’ I take my flight; 
_ The gen’rous hoft, who oft hath feafted me, 
Shall,-for my fake, thy amity requite, _ 
And, when he treats his friends, remember 
thee. 
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Written on, feeing Mrs. Sinvons, as Mrs. 
HaArver, in Tue STRANGER, Friday, 
25th of May; and as IsaBELLA, in THE © 
Fatat MarriaGE, Monday, 23th, 1798. 
By Carer Lorrt, Ef. 
JO; we may fpeak of others:—but for 
thee ;— ¢ 
Tis not in poetry or mortal voice, 
Thee, Stpnons, to pourtray!—-the form, 
perhaps, 
Thefe may defcribe: the elevated mien; 
The countenance of more than human airs 
_ The awful eye; the ftature goddefs-like; 
The ftep like her’s who above equal reigns, 
Queen of Homeric verfe, and to her charms 
’ Subdues th’ all-dreaded fov’reign of the ikies. 
But who fhall point that energy of foul 
Which animates the wonders of that form, 
Beyond all colours radiantly fublime; 
Breathes in each part, and confecrates the 
whole 
To virtue, dignity, celeftial grace ! 
_ Thy great idea, Reynolds, half exprefs’d. 
And here, could Fate re-animate their duf, 
Here Raphael’s felf and Angelo would fail. 
Een had they feiz’d one attitude divine, , 
~ One look expreffive beyond utterance, 
On canvas or on deathlefs marble fix’d; 
* Yet more remains: while ever-varying pow’rs 
‘Say, thou art Nature’s ;—-Art muft here 
, defpair. 
- The poet’s eye, in a bleft frenzy rolling, 
. May range from heav’n:to earth, from earth 
~-+ to heav’n3, i ie 
But never form like thine, or look, or mien, 
Hath poet's fancy pencil’d ox the heart. 
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O never, glowing with the tints of heav’n, 
Such changeful {plendour Ivis gives the fkics, 
As frem thy light’ning countenance beams 
forth 
Each moment new, and vivid beyond thought. 
Thy foul infpires them; ours can ill contain. 
And if of thefe fome image could be given, 
Still, Mill, thy voice.....that harmony which 
earth 
Wonders to call her own, and lifning feems 
To think the mufic of th’ immortal fpheres.... 
Benevolence, and tendernefs, amd joy, 
A fadnefs moft divine. Sublimeft love, 
And ecftacies that fill. the foul with heav’n, 
Thrill in that voice through all its faculties. 
But when not e’en thy voice may touch the 
ear, 
Nor fupplicate the bending of that neck, 
Nor thofe extended armis call heav’n to aid; 
When, in the majefty of facred woe, 
In the unutter’d ftillnefs of defpair, 
Then, when thy form, in an aftonifh’d trance, 
Stands like a ftatue; motionlefs, as dead; 
O how unlike thy grief to other griefs! 
The mind fuperior, in itfelf retir’d 
Awakes to refignation, holy hope 
To fortitude fuperior to all ills ; 
Smiling in pangs triumphant over death. 
Or muft thou paint the ruin of a mind, 
Great is that ruin, and the wieck itfelf 
Bears witnefs to its prime iublimity, 
Like temples, ’mid their falling walls, pre- 
ferv’d, 
O Haller; Ifabella!.....to thefe names, 
Living in thy aétion,, by thy voice futtain’d, 
_ Filld withthe high affeGtions of thy foul, 
Weak are all words, and pow’rlefs ev’ry praife. 
May 30, 1798. 
: ——EE Laas 
LINES | 
On Valentine's Day. 
AGAIN revolving time unfolds the day, 
When each plum’d chorifter, with heart 
elate, 
Salutes, O Nature! thy refiftlefs fway, 
“hat re-unites him to his long loft mate. 
See, from the flocks difpers’d, yon happy pair, 
No longer they the pendant willow feek ; 
To mourn divided love and feafon drear, 
Or fly for thelter from the froft-wind bleak. 
What pleafing rapture each fond breaft in- 
{pires ! 
Each ftrives with each, asemulous to prove, 
That wintry blafts ne’er chill’d their warm 
defires, 
Or cool’d the embers of their former love. 
Sweet birds! gay Spring will foon with foli- 
age deck 
The laughing groves, to yowa fafe retreat 5 
There build, nor fear your much lowd neft- 
lings wreck, 
By plund’rers wand’ring with intrufive feet. 
Perhaps fome youthful heart now fondly 
throbs, 
And feelings new it’s little breaft invade, 
La oe 
Lis 
