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For I am nature, her whofe fway 
All the elements obey: 
Of the ftarry fpheres the head, 
Queen of ages, and the dead. 
_J that of the pow'rs divine 
Th’ uniform refcemblance fhine. 
Gods fupernal me revere 
Me, the. gods Tartarean fee 
Heav’n my pew’r refiftlefs rolls 
Round the adamantile poles; 
And its all refplendent height 
Marks my nod, and owns my might. 
With this fegeaiie light of mine, 
J, on ev'ry ftruCture fhine ; 
And with moift enlivening fire, 
The joyful feeds of plants inipire. 
Ralmy vreezes of the fea, 
Fiell’s dread lence veld to me. 
20m my fount divinely bright 
lows the fun’s vi€torious Light; 
4A\nd while from Olympus feep , 
His firong fteeds impetuous leap, 
While with matchleis {peed they Ay,. 
sLhand ring thro’ th’ aflonifh’d iky, 
€rown’d with fire, th’ harmonic king 
Boafs from me his fplendors fpring. 
Grateful lahds in times of yore, 
Glory’d me heav’ns queen adore, 
Under various names and rites, 
Which to mark my fou I elights. 
IMuch- SEROUS mortal hear, 
#¥cr adverfe fate, nox fortune fear 3 
For in-me confiding fill, 
Thou fhalt vanquifh evry ill; 
- And with independence bleft, 
geon from ev ry ill fhall reft 5; 
And indignant fram the crowd 
Vain, impertinent, and loud; 
From unfeelieg folly’s mirth, 
DoGrinea of Tartarean birth, 
Lab’rinths of delufien dire, 
Thou fhait happily retire. 
‘The goddets faidy ‘and {wift as light, 
Shot like a mezeor thio’ the right. 
I woke, and fiarting from the bed, 
_ Her rattle feem’drefounding as the fled. 
Walworth, 
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SPR. TN’ G, 
A SONNET. 
Now saan diffufing gladnefs all around, 
With fmiles alluring courts the weftern 
breeze: 
Her gayeft wild-flowers fcatters o’er the ground, 
And clothes in foliage green the fpreading 
trees, 
Where cowers his partner on her mofly nef, 
The linnet carols down the flocthorn glade ; 
‘The thruth, mellifluous, {wells his raptur’d 
breait. 
In yonder thicket’s clofe-embowering fade ; 
The lark mounts buoyant o’er the fhepherd’s 
head, 
And foaring pecrle‘s pours the note of love— 
Why, ther, to all this joy around me dead, 
~ Can Spring no fgrrow from — my cast te 
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Original Poetry. 
THomas TAYLOR. 
[Nov- 
Ah! no—condemn’d to never-ending careme 
No Spring returns to comfortlefs defy air ! 
ALBOLN.. 
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IMITATION 
OF THE FIRST ODE OF ANACREON. 
ii WISH on fome more noble itring,y 
Of Cadn.us, glorious chief, to fing; 
But, ah! my chords alone will move 
To foft, enchanting ftrains of love. 
Afreth of late I ftrung my lyre, 
Relating herces—martia]l fre— 
Still from the chords, to war a fog, 
Love’s airy, vernal meafures flow. 
Oh ! chiefs, farewell ! my humble note 
Cnly in Beauty’s praife may float ; 
~Tis mine, away from toilfome fight, 
To play of Leibia and delight. 
November, 1799. bt ag 
————— = 
IMITATION * 
OF THE FIFTH ODE OF ANACREON. 
5 7 ITH the plant of love, the rofe, 
Let us tinge our fparkling wine ; 
With the fairefi flow’r that blows, 
Let us blufhing crowns entwine 5 
And, while laughing Bacchus flows, 
Sorrow to the Winds confign. 
Fragrant rofe ! thou fweeteft flow'r! 
Daughter of the perfum’d Spring ! 
Priz’d by Gods, at banquet hour ! 
Moving in the Graces’ ring. 
Crowa’d with rofes, Venus’ boy 
Shakes h.s wreath, and fmiles for joy. 
Hither, as my fportive lyre, 
Bromian Bacchus fhall infpire, 
Let the lovely girl advance, 
With the mazy winding cance 5 
Tuck’d above her knee the veit, 
Hair unbound, and open breatt; 
While her limbs, to mufic gay, 
Each foft lurking charm difplay. < 
November, 1796. i 
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FROM THE: CREEK OF PHILODEMUS. 
To RHODOCLEA, 
‘T° thee, fair Beauty, taught by Love, I bring 
A chaplet, wreath’d with all the fweets = q 
{pring ; 
Sweet blooms narcitiusefweet the bluthing 
rofe, 
In modeft hue, while many a violet glows} 
Accept the wreath thyfelf, a fairer flower, 
As foon the vi€tim of the fatal hour. 
F. AE. C. Dy 
Mint * 



ea ia 
OVER THE TOMB OF ANACREON,- 
By ANTIPATOR oF SIDON. 
M4,” the fair field in purple foliage bloom, 
And wanton ivy bind Anacreon’s tomb 
Soft milky fountains o’er the marble play, 
And fweeteft wine in beds of rofes ftray 3 
So fhall his afhes ftill fome pleafure know, 
If pleadure ever lights the fhades below |: 
F, &. C. 
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