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VERSES fent to CHRISTINA, QUEEN of 
SWEDEN, with CROMWELL’S PICTURE. 
Tranflated from the LATIN of MILTON. 
TU SCONQUER’D Virgin of heroic foul, 
Bright Star! whofe rays illume the Arétic 
Pole, oe. © 
Furrow’d with warlike cafque this front be- _ 
hold, 
Tho’ worn, intrepid—and tho’ aged, bold: 
While bravely hethe Peoples’ caufe mains 
tains, 
And treads the path to Honour, Heav’n or- 
dains; 
To thee, fair Queen, thy beauty bids him 
bow, 
Smooths the majeftic menace of his brow, 
And o’er theié features, terrible before, 
Draws a foft fhade, fatal to kings no more! 
Mabe? & 
« 
ee 
SONNET, TO MY- CAT, 
FoR that thou, once, did’ft lend a Poet.aid, 
And from the green lamp of thy glaring 
eye 
Did’ to divine TorquaTo * light fupply, 
When Penury around diffus’d her fhade, 
liluftrious fhalt thou live in lofty fong 5 
For well do’ft thou deferve immortal praife, 
Whofe influence beam’d on fuch delightful 
lays 5 
Go,then,and foar above the vulgar throng, 
And, clofe to Virco, fhine, a FELINE 
ST&r ! 
And, as the rolling Spheres fhall chime around, 
Still fweetly purr to the ecitatic found, 
By Afltronomic Sages ken’d afar— 
Tho’, darkling, pregnant with poetic dream, 
Ah! never may [need thy vivid gleam ! 
D: 
ee eee 
SONNET. PERVERTED GENIUS. 
YOUTH! as thou read’ft fome celebrated 
page, ® 1 
Where Fancy all her charmful pow’rs dif- 
play’d, ’ 
Haft thou not curft thy ftar with impious 
rage, 
That funk thee a dull cypher in the fhade ? 
Ah! fairer far,thy calm ingiorious lot, 
Sweeter, tho’ uninfpird, thy leaden ileep, 
And tho” by¥ame’s obftrep’rous trump forgot, 
On thy green turf each neigh’ring fwain wili 
weep. 
He who thofe polith’d lines fo well could 
form ; 
Was Pailion’s flave, was Indifcretion’s child; 
Now, earth-enamour’d, grov ling with the 
worm, 
Now, (srapbeplumidl, *mid ether wand’ring 
wild, 
*, Tasso, of whom this tradition is related. 
_MontTuly Mae. No, 72. 
Original Poetry. 
329 
From his, lone grave the tray’ler turns afide : 
Youth! by his own red hand thy envy’d 
fav’rite died. dD. 
ee a 
ELEGIAC ODE to the MemMoRyY of the late 
ROBERT BURNS. 
Slate, in mufeful mood, I ftray’d, _ 
When twilight darken’d on the daley 
Beneath aftivery willow’s fhade 
IT heard an Angel-femblance wail, 
And thus her piteous plaint declare, 
All on the lonely banks of Ayr. 
«* Ah youth below’d! to whom * gave 
The riche bounty of my chaims, — 
Mute doft thou fill the gloomy grave, 
No genial {park thy bofom warms 5 
While fad I breathe my deep defpair, 
Allon the lonely banks of Ayr! 
How gentle was thy gifted breaft ! 
How wild!y grand thy witching thime! 
Of all my copious pow’rs poffett,'- 
Sweet coula’it thou fing, or foar fublime 5 
Thou wer’t, indeed, beyond compare 5 
Tho’ onthe lonely banks of Ayr. 
If thou did’ pour the hum’rous ftrain, 
What tranfport danc’d in every eye! 
All fave grim Superftition’s train, 
That pafs’d, denouncing vengeance, by: 
But, jovial, little did’ft thou care, 
While on the lozely banks of Ayr. 
Thy gen’rous warmth, thy youthful pride, 
Thy zeal in every bold defign, 
Tho’ tober Dulnefs might deride, 
But only more proclaim’d thee MINE 3 
And fondiy did{t thou woo the fair 
That, whilom, grac’d the banks of Ayr. 
Not to rich blockheass I impart, 
Nor titled fools, my raptur’d glow $ 4 
That mot I blefs the humble heart, 
Let my unrival’d SHAKESPEARE fhew! 
And thou, fweet fwain! whofe ditties rare 
So charm’d the echoing banks of Ayr.” 
She ceas’d5 nor ken’d I what bright dame 
Might chufe a refuge, 6 forlorn, 
When, fudden, thro’ the air hername 
Was from low-hailing voices borne ; 
"Twas Fancy!’ who indulg’d her care 
Along the lonely banks of Ayr. D. 
ars Sa 
SONNET. 
SINCE firtt foft Paffion could this breafin- 
flame, 
Oh, Love! I’ve own’d the aigor of thy rule, 
Still, to thy fhrine with bleeding heart I 
came, 
' Tho’ Prudence poiated oft the am’rous fool 5 
Tis pafte-and ah! tho” with thy pow’r are 
-flewn 
Unaeniee a pangs, that wrung my tortur’d 
oul, 
Joy too is fied; fweet raptures all thy own, 
That. gild the chains of fuch fevere controuls. 
’ Da Where 
