ee a 
‘ place — of 
306. 
Hf love direét, roll on, thou genetous ftream, 
_ Thy banks, oh! Tweed, I kifs, and hail 
thee friend: 
But while thy waters, ferpent-winding gleam, 
Should ferpent treacheries on thy courfe 
attend, 
Thy banks difdainful would I rove along, 
‘Tho? every bard* that fings, fhould raife thee 
in his fong. 
Ly. 
But, no, my friend}: Iread thy candid page, 
And catch the fervor of thy generous 
mind, 
Be mine, “with chaplets Scotian brows to 
bind, 
While — bards thy ftudious hours en- 
The Highland nymph bail melt with Eng- 
land’s lay 5 
And Englifh fwains be charm’d aisle Sco- 
tia’s fong ; 
Tho’ rude the language, yet to themes fo 
Savy 
» The foften powers of melody belong. 
Still Ramfay, fhall thy Genree Suep- 
- HERDY pleafe, 
Still, Burn a thy ruftic mirths, and amo- 
rous minftrelfies. 
Wee 
When fhall I view again with ravifk’d fight, 
As when with thee, my Anderfon, I ftray’d, 
And all the wonder- -varying {cene furvey’d, 
Seas, hills, andcity fair from Calton’s height ? 
When hear, (for Scotia’s rhymes ah! foon 
thal] fail) 
Some Ednam{| bard awake the trembling 
firing, - 
Some tuneful youth of charming Tiviot-dale, 
Some Kelfo@! fongftrefs love’s dear raptures 
fing? 
Language may change; but fong thall never 
die, 
Till heauty fail to charm, till love forget to 
igh. 

*-The Fweed has been much celebrated 
ay the Scottifh poets, andisthe f{ceneof fome 
of their moft beautiful fongs. 
+ Dr. Anderfon is editor of 66 The Works of 
tke Britifb aries from Chaucer to hee prefent 
tinies ii clud ing aljo the bef Tranjlations from the 
claffical Greek aid Latin Poets » with Prefaces, 
Biographical and Critical.” 
t A--paftoral drama, written by Allan 
Remfay, much admired in'Scotland,. perhaps 
too much; but certainly much under-rated 
by fome ‘writers. Al preface to ‘* Ancient 
Scoitife Poems,” vol. 
§ The weil- ie: RogperT Burns. 
}) A viliage near Kelfo in Berwickfhire 
near which the little river Eden flows, ae 
which the village takes its name: the native 
Tsomson, the author of the. 
Seafons. 
@| Near Kelfo the rivers'Tiviot and Tweed 
join; this is the claffical ground of Scot- 
fand. 
Original Poetry. 
[Nov? 
NELSON’s VICTORY. 
AN ODE. 
CSIMB, climb, Abookir’s tower. Not thus, 
not ed 
Abyfs-born earthquakes bellow: yearning 
deeps 
Prepare not to ingorge 
Phe eternal pyramids. 
Nor frowns the prophet ; Eblis is not 100s” d 
Flame-breathing, din-environ’ d, {moke-in- 
wrapt, 
By fhouts of yelling fiends, 
To feath and havoc urg’d. 
Though a deftroying angel walk§ the wave, 
His ftep the thunder, and his frown the night, 
A fearing fword of fate, 
Bare in his réd right hand, 
’Tis Nelfon he obeys: to Nelfon’ $ prayer, 
Almighty God his dread avenger fent 
In chara€ters of death, 
To write the dooms = men. 
Ye trembling mothers, not with featter’é 
hair, 
From the long-facred precinéts of your home 
In wild duel burft, 
Soothe, foothe, the clofe-clafpt habe, 
And change its {cream of fright toe crowing 
joy: 
Your faviour conquers in this night of deedseeg 
Here from Abookir’s tower, 
We mark his triumph nigh. 
Athwart the fmouldring {moke, that lowers 
around, 
As had the pee voic’d chaos call"d anew 
On earth, and fea, and fky, 
‘To mix in fhapelefs mift, 
Roar thunders thoufand fold : 
red, 
Like feething lavas the iliumin’d wave. 
While o’er the pirates pale, _ . 
Their thick-ribb’d bulwarks break. 
Bright, bright, yon proud pyre burns. The 
Orient burns. 
Toulon, once more thou’rt humbled: thy 
huge gift, 
Tothe French navy burns 
With fire unquenchable. 
by fits glares 
- 
“Lo! it explodes! fo from extinguith’d funs, 
Spurt their laft lightnings to the rim of 
heaven, 
And the chilld planets round, 
Their dark ning thine forego. 
How the tower totters with the mighty crafh, 
Shakes, far as Sinai’s foot, the fhuddering. 
fhore. 
‘The thick mafts from the clouds 
Drop—like fhafts thet in yain. 
Slow beams the blooming dawn: as ftills the 
ftrife. 
Heace, down the winding ftairs. 
pearled eye 
On the throng’d coafi below, 
Pale pity beck’ning ftands. 
Dare, dare, to meet the fhrieks of mangled 
men— 
© ftop the fire-fwart bute Riehairiteds ; 
eAfe 
With 
