1802: J “ 
To P. D. on reading bis verses in the laft 
MAGAZINE. 
*DRIEND, be not this thy ‘¢ laf expiring 
i‘ ftrain !” ay 
Tho’ joys are fled we ne’er fhall greet again 5 
Such, as in focial hours remember’d long, 
We fhared from Wakefield’s {cience-gifted 
tongue : 
Yet may kind Heav’n extend thy life’s fo- 
journ, 
Though ‘* bending” oft, regretful, ‘* o’er 
his urn !” 
Yes, live, till friendfhip’s pious care has 
join’d Ay 
Each fcatter’d fragment of -his mighty mind 5 
And, as thy judging eye the form furveys, 
The femblance ftill may faithful mem’ry 
"| ofrace. 
Live, yet to teach the vanity of youth, 
How letter’d age reclines on heav’nly truth, 
And waits the blifs of virtte’s promis’d 
days, 
When ‘¢ Friendthip’s altar” fhall for ever 
<¢ blaze.” 
Whitegate Farm, Fan. 2, 1802. J. T.R. 
—SR 
ANACREON, ODE Iz 
— Ozrhw Acyew ATpeidage 
imitated, 
Pain would my Mufe, with daring Wing, 
Thy glorious deeds, Atrides, fing 3 
And celebrate to lift’ning plains, 
Cadmus, thy aéts in lofty ftrains. 
Alas! in vain :—the peaceful lyre 
Nor feels nor knows a martial fire 5 
Its warbling notes more gently move, 
And only fing the charms of love. 
Enfpir’d by glory, once again, 
I change the lyre, renew the ftrain ; | 
In bolder notes my fong I raife, 
The deeds of Hercules to praife s 
But foon again, in murmurs low 
The melting notes begin to flow ; 
Rebellious to my wifh they prove, 
-Re-echoing ftill the charms of love, 
Here then I ceafe—with hand profane 
No more [ii raife the warlike ftrain. 
“Heroes and ‘arms, farewel! My fong 
Shall now to fofter themes belong ; 
Reclin’d at eafe, beneath the fhade, - 
Pll celebrate my lovely maid 5 
And every rifing note fhall prove 
- The charms of Laura, and of Love. 
Lincoln Callege, Oxford. 
——Ea 
TRANSLATION of @ LATIN EPIGRAM. 
[X vain a mother cries 
For fuccour and relief : 
In vain her ftreaming eyes 
O’erflow with pain and grief, 
Stern and unmov’'d Lucina hears: 
With cruel heart her aid denies: 
Confirm’d are al) a father’s fears, 
And at its birth the infant dies. 
Sai a 
Original Poetry. 
47 
Oh! Powers ahove, who bear eternal fway, 
Whofe will fupreme, nature and time obey, 
Where were ye then? Why rufh’d ye not to 
fave nh at 
A matchlefs infant from th* unfeeling grave? 
But ah! the babe expires, 
And by its mother’s fide is clos’d in fun’ral 
fires. 5) 
Sapp’d in the bud, thus droops the tender 
flow’r ; 
Thus beauty fades when canker-worms de- 
vour. 
They’re gone—but fafe, earth's troubles o’er 
Safe are they landed on that happy fhore, 
Where pain and grief and troubles are no 
more. ny tS 
Still memory, with retrofpeCtive eye, 
Dwells on the paft, and wakes a parent’s 
2. figh. 
Ah! why did Heav’n reject my heart-felt 
pray’r, 
And bla my hopes fo fair ? 
Give but the child—ah! 
tad, 
Bek foother of my woe! 
For who, that culls the produce of the vine, 
Would tear the branches which the alm en- 
twine ? 
no—the mother 
Rejoice, ve barren! ftrangers to the pain 
Amelia felt; but join your tears to mine, 
Ye widow’d hearts! return the figh again, 
While we due honours pay to virtue’s fhrine + 
Virtue which from defpair and grief can fave, 
The Gods themfelves doom to th’ untimely 
grave. 
Too, too unequal ftrife— | 
Thus rends the weighty frui¢ the branch 
that gave it life. . 
aoe 
SONNET. 
HEN gentle Eve, fair child ofardent Day, 
- ‘Throws her foft mantle o’er the verdant 
ground, \ 
How fweet! adown the floping vale to ftray, 
While Cynthia fheds her filver radiance 
round, 
How fweet! to hear the plaintive bird of 
woe 
Pour her fad murmurs to the -lift?ning 
grove, 
As through the air the warbl’d nembers flow, 
Fraught with the melody of mourning 
love. _ 
How {weet! to mark the fading landfcape 
near, 
The lowly cottage and the flately tower 3 
How fweet! the diftant village peal to hear, 
Borne on the gale at this foft filent hour. 
Thefe are thy charms, fair Evening ! may 
they prove ; 
A balm for grief, an antidote to love! 
Lincoln College, Orford, Cr Tye 
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