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Each fierce affault gave mortals to foreknow, 
And fkill, elufive of the falling blow: 
Prov’d vain and fenfelefs thofe black cares, 
that roll 
Their tide of rage and horror in the foul. 
As wild imaginary phantoms fright 
The child, all darkling in the gloom of 
* nichts 
Fond dreams, as wild as infant fears, difmay 
Our fouls with terrors in the glare of day. 
Thefe dire alarms, this darknefs of the 
breaft, ; 
No fhafts of glory, darting from the Eatt, 
Avail to chace, no-beams of folar light; 
But Nature’s radiant ‘form, / and Reafon’s 
Piercing fight. 
Gireert WAXEFIELD. 
Dorchefer Gaol, 
Sept. 23, 1799: 
. ae 
SONNET. , 
I SHRINK not, trembling, Scars the pelting 
rain 
That beats fo hard on my unthelter’d head, 
Nor hear, appall’d, uplitted from its bed, 
The roar tremendous of the diftant main ; 
The vivid lightning, glancing o’er the plain 
With awe-infpiring glare, I do not dread; 
- Nor all the horrors now around me fpread 
Give to my aching breaft one moment’s pain, 
Becaufe that here, defencelefs, I’m expos’d, 
Alone, tabrave this dark. and ftormy night: 
Patient, I'd waited the returning light, 
And with the morning all my woes had _ 
clos’d: 
But, ah! nor light, nor morn fhall end my. 
“ eares;—— 
Far hence, a brittle bark my Anna bears! 
September 47, 1799. 
ee 
PARTLY IMITATED FROM TIBULLUWS. 
LATE as in balmy fleep reclin’d I lay, 
Maria’s image rofe before my view; 
os and fo fair, as on the fatai day 
We bade a long, and, ah! a laft adieu. 
1 ftretch’d my arms to clafp the long-loft 
maid: 
What tender things my tongue attempts to 
fay ! 
But fwift as winds, or as the Betis fhade,y 
The unfubftantial vifion glides away. 
‘Hard was the wretch who firft, with fteely: 
heart, 
Burft the foft bands by fweet affeftion 
| 5 ie, 
' ¥rom the Sarid maiden fore’d the youth to 
: part, 
Or from her lover tore the weeping bride. 
And hard the heart that fuch enormous woe 
Can bear with cool ferenity, unmov’d; 
Which loaths not life, and all its empty 
fhow, 
_ Depriv d for ever of the maid it Lov’d. 
~ Montury Mac. No. na 
‘ 
ue -* 
Original Paige 
805 
‘Not fuch the temper of this aching brgatt, 
Which foon fhall burft beneath the cruel 
blow; : 
Wearied with life, I-gladly fink to reft, 
Where fighs fhall ceafe to heave, and tears 
to flow. 
When pale, extended onthe funeral bier, 
Thy faithful lover’s Peg -cold corpfe is laid, 
Wilt thou, Maria, drop the tender tear? ~ 
That tender tear fhall foothe my plaintive 
fhade! 
T afk no marble urn, no feulptur’d fone, 
To teach pofterit ty my haplefs name; 
A hillock green, with mois and flow’rs o’er= 
gro Ww Ny ‘ 
Is all befits a humble youth to area 
‘Plant the fed willow o’er ay turf-clad grave, 
Fit emblem of the love:x’s piteous tale: 
The mournful tree its bending boughs fhall 
. wave, 
* And figh refponfive to the paffing gale. 
And oft as near the hallow’d ground they 
pats, 
The village youth their wandering eps 
fhall flay ; 
And, pointing to the long-neglected grafs 
That fnades my humble grave, hall fighe 
ing fay, 
‘¢ Beneath that tree a haplefs youth is laid, 
®¢ (The mouldering heap is fearcely now 
, defcried), ‘ 
¢¢ Who lov’d with fondeftt auth a blamelefs 
maid, 
66 Was: difappointed ; fitter d, droop’d, and 
died.” 

FROM THE ANTHOLOGY, 
Vol. ii. p. 51. ed Brunck. 
AE! wherefore, failors! dig my haplefs 
, grave {, ) 
On the. wild margin of the ftormy fea? 
I drezd'to hear the tumults of the wave, 
So fear’d of all, fo fatal late to me. 
Far, far beyond the hated billows’ reach, 
» The -fhi ipwreck’d ftranger’s weary bones 
fhould He— 
But bleft the hands that en the wave-warn 
2 beater. 
With pityiag care, this hafty grave fupply. 
ia . F. 
—E 
EPIGRAMS 
FROM THE GERMAN OF G. E. LESSING. 
On the Death of an Epigrammatif. 
ie lee: dead! his epigrams will now come ~ 
Out: 
Let who will weep—t hope 
2-—(1.) 
Who does not utter Klopftock’s praife ? 
Yet who has read him through? | 
Be it mine to give the praifers lee, 
The readers more to ai 
x 
= su 3.—V: 
a laughing-bout. 

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