1800.] . 
The lilys of her bofom,—icy cold! 
Yet beawtiful and fpotlefs ! 
Now afar 
The wond’ring Hermit heard the clang of 
arms 
Re-echoing from the valley! the white cliffs 
Trembled, as though an earthquake fhook 
their bafe 
With terrible concuffion! thund’ring peals 
From warfare’s brazen throat proclaim’d th’ 
approach 
Of cong’ring legions. Onward they extend 
Their dauntlefs columns ;— shouts of victory 
With deaf’ning clamours ratify the toils 
Of ruthlefs depredators! in che ranks 
A RUFFIAN met the Hermiv’s ftartled gaze, 
Like hell’s worft Demon! for his murd’rous 
hands 
Were fmear’d with gore, and on his daring 
breaft 
A golden crofs, fufpended, bore the name 
Of his fouls darling !—Haplefs ANCcHorET! 
Thy veftal faint, by his unhallowed rage 
Torn from monattic folitude, had been - 
The victim of rude rivters, whofe fouls 
Had mock’d the touch of pity! To his cell 
The wretched alien turn’d his trembling feet; 
And, after three fad weeks of pain and pray’r 
Clos’d the dark tablet of his fate—and pizp ! 

Tranflated from the Fifth Book of the Greek 
ANTHOLOGIA, publifbed by Stephens, cga- 
taining Explanations of ancient Statues.’ 
By G. Dyer. 
E{OMER feem’d living brafs, not deftitute , 
OF genius and of mind; 
fefs'd 
Of voice ambrofial; fo divine the fkill, 
That ey’ the brafs appear’d a God in form. 
For fcarcely can 1 think the labouring hand 
Of mortal arcift, ftation’d at his feat, 
Could fhape that metal; rather Pallas’ felf, 
Deep-counfell’d, fafhion’d it with hand divine, 
Apollo’s fitter: then conipicuous ftood 
My father, god-like Homer: much he ap- 
pear’d 
An aged man; yet, was that age moft {weet, 
Diftilling richer grace, with beauty mix’d, 
Wenerably-lovely, brightening all his form. 
Behind his bending neck a time-worn lock 
Flow’d from his hair, which from befide 
each ear 
Meand’ring ftray’d: beneath extended wide 
His beard, which mellow curl’d, not toa point 
‘Tapering, but. floping broad, and then re- 
fie€ting charms 
Upon his naked breaft and lovely face. 
Bald was his forehead: yet, that forehead bald 
Shew’d wifdom feated, counfellor of youth. 
Around his prominent eye-brow wander’d art 
Confiderate: nor in vain: for from his eyes 
Fled was the light: yet, did he not appear 
Like a blind man: for on his fightlefs orbs 
Sat a {weet grace, which viewing one might 
think 
Art labour’d much to make it feem to all 
That from the fecret fountain of his heart, 
Th cbard fent up the pure aetherial ftream, 
fearce unpol- 
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His cheeks were furrow’d o’er with wrinkl’d 
age, 
And fomewheat hollow’d ; but upon them fat 
The Graces’ inmate, modefty innate. 
The bee Pierian round his facred mouth 
Stray’d wanton, big with honey-dropping 
fweets : | 
In mutual embrace his hands were lock’d, 
Which, as when living, refted on a ftaff. 
His right ear lif’ning feem’d, as though 
fome Mufe 
Or Phebus’ Lyre were near, likening him te 
a man ; 
With mind intenfely fix’d 5 while here and 
there 
Genius from inward light irradiate ftray’d, 
Various and guick, weaving fome warlike 
theme, ; 
Whofe fweet melodious harmonies might 
charm 
Like Syren warbling-foft Pierian airs. 
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For the Monthly Magazine. 
A» oft harrafi’d by pain, the fick man flies 
To what affords a momentary eafe; 
Ev’n while he knows, that what he now 
applies. 
Will only tend to heighten the difeafe ; 
And when ’tis done, he grieves his folly paft; 
Yet flave to habit, foon o’ercome by pain, 
To the dire poifon quick returns again 5 
Commits, and mourns his errors to the laft: 
So I, by wayward blinding paffion led, 
Though reafon frowns, purfue fome phantom 
gleam 
OF fancied blifs, which foon is ever fled 5 
Then weep my dire miftake, and fondly 
dream, 
That reafon will refume her rightful fwav. 
In vain; for foon more fiercely paffion burns, 
Wild urgeson, andreafon’s maxims fpurns :-— 
Thus folly and remorfe faft wafle my life away.. 
Aberdeen, Auguft 1799. A. D. 
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S, roaming at the midnight lonely hour 
Amidft the gloom of fome deferted hall 3 
Where defolation frowns and horrors low’r, 
And length’ned fighs breath flow along the 
wall, 
And feem upon the dread-ftruck ear to call 
To liften to the tale of long-pait woe, — 
Or warn of dark misfortune’s plunging blow 3 
The drooping wand’rer fhivers in the breeze, 
Which through the mouild’ripg cafements 
blows around ; 
Half hears ftrange voices ’midft the waving 
trees, 
And trembling farts at every diftant found 5 
’Till Philomela, from the dark profound, 
Wakes from his dream, and by her plaintive 
ftrain 
Bids phantom fhadows fly, and foothing tears 
remain :— 
What, wand’rer ! is the fong of night to thee, 
O Fancy! be thy magic woice te me! 
Aberdeen, Auguft 1799. A. D. 
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