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As when thou foar'it with lovers! pride, 
And poyrit thy wild notes far and, wide, 
¥et ftill deprivd of every {cene, 
‘The yellow lawn, the meadow green, — 
‘The hawthorn buth befprink’t with dew, 
The fkyey lake, the mountain blue, 
Wot half the charms thoudit’d have for me, 
As ranging wide at liber ty. 
/ 
Liverpool, 5 : 
Abril 6, 1797 Witttam Sacvrue. 
eT ee es 
SONNET. : 
BR from the tumult of the bufy throne. 
court the filent wood’s fequetter’d 
fhade ; 
And as I view the tints of Pheebus* fade, 
I fee! the hours drag heayily along. 
Onward I ftray, and wrapt in penfive gloom, 
” Mufe on the varied ills of wayward life : 
On Faifehood’s treacherous wiles, Ambi- 
tion’s ftrife, 
‘And virtue haftening to an early tomb. 
Slow, fink ing in the weft,-the-evening ftar 
. Shoots in’ pale fires athwa the duafky 
grave = \ 
Its radiance pitdmseblenk sf her I lovey 
Whole image toon difpels each ruffling care— 
She bids my warring paffions fink to.reft, 
And fooths to heavenly peace my troubled 
breatt. eclees G. 
a + : 
THE DOG AND H!S PROTECTOR. 
ImiTatTIoN FROM Mancini NIVERNOTS, 
GOLDs* ‘ITH, perhaps, was much-to blame, 
Who fays, that Friend/hip’s buta name ; 
Tis often fomething worle : 
Your en emy may fnar} and bite, 
The world fees throagh his little fpite, 
On him recoils the curfe. 
Bat iv a foolith friend draws near, 
Clofe the. op’d lip, and fhut the ear, 
Nor truft the treacherous name: 
He tells what-heedleis friendfhip fays, 
And while he tells it to your praife, 
He blaits your faire(t fame. 
A clown, before the break of day, 
Acrois the fore ‘took his way, ~ 
‘To reach the dittant fair ; 
His ftaff and dog his fteps attend — 
The dog his faut rite, trutty friend—= 
The faff his fteps to bear. 
The way-was lone, the night was dark 3 
His warchful dog beean to bark— 
A wolf was in the wind: 
A. furious battle foon began, 
The wolf thought nothing of the mana 
But feiz’d the dog behind. 
The clown his ftaff began to plyvy. 
His furious blows at rando:n fly— 
One-froke at lad he foed— : 
“* He’s done for, Tray,” the blockhea: cries 5 : 
His foe, tie wolf,.in fafety- flies— 
His friend, the dog, lies dead. 


* The fetiing fun tinges the furrounding 
clouds with a crimfon hue, which. becomes 
fainter and fainter, as he defcends below the 
kovizon, 
Original Poetry. 
[ July, 
at: SONNETS, : 
By -CuHartes Luoyp. 
eae I. 3 
To THE River Emont, CumBERLANp, 
CWee meus fiream, the fhallow waves ; 
that glide, ; 
In peacefull murmurs, o'er thy ftony bed— - 
Sweet fimple fiream, the gleams of eventide, 
That on thy banks-their melluwing colours 
fhed, 
Befit the te mper of my wéftlefs mind ! 
For while I hear.. thy. Waves, and fee the 
oleam 
OF latett eve » afar from biman kind, 
To linger here, unknown, I fondly dream ! 
J {natch my flute, and breathe a foften’d lay; 
Then melting, View it, as an-only friend ! 
And oft I wonder much, that while-fo pay, 
_ And all, unthinking oth (crs Onward bend, 
I here fhould fadly linger, and rejoice 
To hear a lune ftream, or the flute’ s foft voice, 

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To Locu-Lomonp, ~ 
= > 
Lomonp ! thy rich and variegated {cene, . 
Fantaftic noww—now dignified, fevere ; 
‘Thy tufted underwood, of darker green, 
Thine arrowy pines, that mock “the rolling 
eat; 
Thy foft div mcaly of fweeping bavs, 
Fring’d with each fhrub, and edg’d wit 
dereft turf, 
Where, as'the attenuated north gale plays, 
The wild flowers mingle with the harmlefs 
fark; 
Thy long, protracted lake. expanfive now 
(Bo! diy diverfified with wood-crown’d ifles) 
Imprifen A tow by rocks, on whofe ftern brow, 
Clad with cold heath, the fammer fearcely 
fmiles— ; 
welcome fearfully / and hail in thee . 
The wildett fhapings of fublimity. 
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h ten- 
(aoe 
TO PEACE. 
ow LET Peace } 
fight,’ 
that hovered in 2 nation’s 
“And chcer'd the: finking hear=Alas Pinot 
fiown, - 
But rudely benifhed that aulp! cious height, 
Where Hove had built a fond aér.al ceniee 
Sweet Peace } -we trace thee on reluétant wing, 
Impelt" d along thy melancholy way ; 
Vainly thy ate: effulgence doft thou fling, 
Difpers’d, or broken, each benignant ray. 
What now thy influence on the paffing hour, 
Save where the humbleft individual ftill, 
To win thy prefence, yet enjovs the power, 
Poffefing—happieft who poffets !—the will: ? 
That influence fhed on dear demsfic life, 
Where thy twin fifter, Harmony, is feen 5 
Oft as thou fmil’ft, to quell tumultuous ftrife, 
And blefs, with thee, the fympatherie feene, 
D. 
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