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higheft reafon, and the defence of it wor- 
thy any reafonable creature.” 
Thefe fentiments muft be confidered as 
doing honour to the head and heart of the 
writer. The publication, within three 
years, of three elaborate treatifes on fub- 
Original Poetry. 
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jects that required patient invefigation, 
is a proof of talents and diligence in ftu~ 
dy, that would be to the credit of ad- 
vanced years, and are wonderful in a 
young man, 
(To be continued.) 
* 
ORIGINAL POETRY. 
ee 
A PERSIAN SONG. 
Tranflated by s1R WILLIAM OUSELEY from 
the WORKS of HOSEIN. 
“© Mutreb agher pordeh az een rab xened 
Baz niayend herifan beboofb.”” 
delightful is the air, which our min- 
€é S° 
ftrel now fings, 
That if he continue the ftrain my companions 
will not recover their fenfes. 
So delicious is this wine, that, if the cup- 
bearer give us more from the fame jar, 
The graveft of our company will envy the 
tavern-keeper. 
But the fong of the minftrei cannot banifh 
love from my heart, 
Nor,the ruby-coloured wine eftace the image 
of my beloved. 
I cannot find words to defcribe the happinefs 
I enjoy when fhe is prefent ; 
Still lefs am I able to exprefs the affliction 
which I fuffer in her abfence. 
Among the cyprefles of the grove, the is the 
moft graceful 5 
No flower-garden produces fo beautiful a rofe, 
This letter, perfumed by her touch, declares 
the approach of my beloved, 
As the gale, impregnated with mufk, an- 
nounces the caravan from Tartary. 
Amidf the fhades of night, a weary traveller, 
I have loft my way ; 
But, lo! Hofein’s lovely moon appears! and 
he no longer wifhes for the dawn. 
— 
LINES on the late REV. HENRY MOORE of 
LISKEARD. 
Bard of the golden lyre! that pour’d’ft 
again 
Immortal Dryden’s more majettic ftrain ; 
Taught by the Mufe to roll in pomp along 
The moral thunders of her loftieft fong ; 
To fire the foul in god-like Virtue’s caufe, 
And wake the echoes of well-earn’d applaute 5 
To raife, for ‘* Zion’s”” fate, the deep-drawn 
figh, 
While Horror glares in Pity’s dew-bright 
eye; 
Or breathe in fainter notes thy widow’d 
heart, 
With hope, with joy, with love, condemn’d 
to part, or 
Like a fick babe that weeps itfelf to reft 
On ‘* Refignation’s” foft maternal breaft; 
Fix’d onthy page while Admiration hung, 
And rapturous Wonder chain’d the faulter- 
ing tongue, 
What ftruggling paflions kindledin my foul, 
The glance indignant flafh’d, or gave the tear 
to roll! 
Was ‘this the man to pine in fhades away. 
Uncheer’d by Fortune’s animating ray ? 
To totter feebly on, opprefs’d with gloom, 
To cold Ob{curity’s unletter’d tomb! 
No, Genius, no! it breaks, the envious 
cloud, 
Potent no more thy facred beams to fhroud - 
Hafte—to his lips the fparkling goblet raife, 
Rich withthe cordial neftar-draught of praifes 
Fame, bind the laurel round his hoary head, 
And o’er his fading form thy wings of glory 
fpread ! 
But hufh—the warbled notes have touch’d 
his ear, 
And Rapture fparkles in that falling tear 5 
That confcious fmile exulting Genius fires, 
That throbbing breaft ecftatic Hope infpires. 
Now, now, fhall glow the bard’s declining 
day, 
And late, like fummet-funs, fade glorioully 
away ! 
In vain:—chill Palfy marks his deftin’d prize, 
Wing’d with keen ice th’ unerring javelin 
files— : 
The blamelefs poet fighs his parting breath, 
And finks and flumbers in the arms of Death! 
O! much lamented! on thy modeft bier 
Long, long, fhall ttream the fympathetic tear; 
Jufiice fhall fnatch the tardy trump of Fame, 
And mourning Mufes hymn thy favourite 
name. 
—But hence, terreftrial thoughts of vain re- 
nown ! 
Thine are the glories of a nobler crown 3 
Our tranfient monuments fhall die away, 
Frailas ourfelves, the feeble fons of clay : 
Thy {pirit foars, trom earthly bondage free, 
To grafp the peerlefs prize—erernity! L. A. 
STE 
LINES occafioned by an incident at BOURDEAUX, 
in a late TOUR through FRANCE, 
GOON below yon purple hill, 
Whole thade embrowns the creeping rill 5 
Where 
