514. 
Selfin benevolence abforb’d and lof,  ~ 
Thro’ the fhort remnant of his clofing day. 
‘With brave defiance, or with calm difdain, 
Front the grim vifage of defpotic power, 
Lawlefs, felf-will’d, fierce, mercilefs, corrupt; 
Nor, ’midft the applaufes of the wife and good, 
Lofe the fond greetings of a Mufe like thine! 
GiLBERT WAKEFIELD. 
Hackney, Fune 19, 1807, 
¢ 
~—— Se 
The FUGITIVE; @ BALLAD: Or, the 
BARON of COTEHELE. 
HO views the hand of fpring 
With buds adorn the trees, 
But loves the beauties of the moon, 
The whifpers of the breeze ? 
To tafte thefe vernal fweets, 
A Baron, bold and brave, 
With pleafure walked his green-wood paths,. 
That wind by Tamar’s wave. 
To every rural found 
He lends a willing ear, 
While fcenes of early youth revive, 
And wake the filent tear. 13 
The {warming village ftirs 
Its murmurs, in the vale, 
And awful flows the waterfall, 
Sonorous in the gale. 
The lev’ret ftarts with fear, 
Above the fpringing corn ; 
And blackbirds whiftle to their mates, 
Imbow’red in fhow-white-thorn. 
The veilof night extends 
Its thadows fat and wide; 
And dewy beams of ftar-light dancé 
On Tamar’s placid tide. 
Within this ftill recefs 
He thuns the blood-ftained car, 
To Change for woodnotes wild of peace 
‘The brazen din of war. 
Then Lancafter and York 
In kindred sepenter bled, , 
Ere yet intwin’d their bansiers bloom’d, 
“In rofes white and red. 
But hark! a bugle-horn, 
With note portenteus founds, 
And echo, with the warlike blaft, 
From rock to rock tebounds. 
A hoftile troop affail 
The Baron's lonely towers, 
And, eager to dete& their foe, 
Expiore his fylvan bowers. 
As liens for their prey, 
The green reireats they rove, 
And chace their noble Fugitive 
Through Cotehele’s mazy greve. 
Till from a rocit they {py 
-His bonnet in the wave, 
With moon-lignt iaining ; 
judge, 
Rie found a watery grave. 
whence 
they 
Original Poetry. 
- Ambition’s vefiel, on 2 | Sait tee 
A [July I> 
Triumphant they recede, 
. With jhout and martial found 
Of tramp and bugle-horn, that fhake 
The wilderneis around. 
Conceal’d beneath a rock 
That beetles o’er the flood, 
He threw his bonnet, to delude : 
The foes that fought his blood. 
With glowing heart, he breath’d 
“Fo Heavena folemn vow, 
That with a temple he would crown 
That, fock’s impendent brow. 
Now on its facred wall 
‘The Baron is pourtray’d, 
As kneeling, at the throne of God, 
His homage he repaid. 
‘Though Time his towers diflelvey 
And temple in the wood ;— 
The grove and {treams for ever praife 
The Fether of the good... W.Evané; 
¥ Ee 
STANZAS TO A VALLEY, 
From the GERMAN of Jj. G. 
er. 
Ne giammai vidivalle av fi" peffi 
Luoghi da fofpirar ripofii © fidi. 
PETRARCA. 
SWEET valley, bounded by thefe pine-clad 
VON SALIS. 
hills, 
. Ye meads, juft feen thro’ yonder op’ning 
glade ; 
Ye darkfome groves, ye foftly murm’ ‘ring 
rills, 
Thou cot, conceal’d beneath yon’ walnut’s 
thade; ee) 
From the cad fummit of this mount, bleft 
fcene, 
With tranfport does a wand’rer hail ‘chy 
charms? 3 
Mid’ Nature’s-beauties; tranquil and ferene, 
He feexks a refuge from the world’s alarms. 
Oh bid him welcome then, ye verdant 
freeps ! 
Oh bid him welcome then, ye flow? ry 
brakes !— 
Lull’d in your vofom ev’ry forrow fleeps, 
While only mild and calm refleGtion wakes: 
My life’s career is to con rated bounds 
Confin’d, as thine, oh ! feat of foft des 
shia 
And, as the. end of yon’ meandering rounds, 
Its clofe is veil’d in darknefs from my 
fight. 
Here refts in peace, her anchor {weet con 
tent 5 
Here curiofity is feen no more, 
With prying eye exploring each event. 
a 
Malignity aims riot her venom here - 
Againft mild innocence’ unguarded breat 5 
Nor mid’ the afpens that areruftling neat 
Does hifling icorn ereét her ferpent’s cre. 
Bia Care 
