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Tio Sketch of the Ite of Man [Sept. 1, 
tate which would not difgrace the pencil ‘The fetting fun illumes her graceful form, 
of a Loutherbourg. Such fcenes as thefe Her vefture flows in many a playful fold. 
“are peculiarly fitted for indulging the re- She fmiles—huth’d is the wildly-raving. 
ftorm ! 
She fpeaks—-my frozen heart her foothing ac- 
cents warm ! 
¢¢ Miftaken youth! Oh let not wan Defpair 
veries of the imagination. The following 
dines were compofed during a folitary even- 
ing’s ramble among them : 
Here, as with flow unguided ftep I ftray, - © Ufurp the feat where I alone fhould 
And, liftening to the foaming ocean’s roar, reign, 
ColleG& the fhells of many-coloured Tayy €€ His dark encroaching tyranny beware e 
Or feek the onyx on the pebbled fhore, ‘¢ For once admitted—ever then in vain 
Or the rude windings of the rock explore, «¢ Will be thy efforts freedom to regain, 
Sad recolleétion fills my penfive foul, © Madnefs, his follower, and dire ally, 
The days for ever vanifhed I deplore, «6 Will dance and riot in each boiling 
Down my pale cheek the briny torrents vein, 
. roll, h ¢© Will crack thy heart-ftrings, burt thy 
And ’midf the dreary fcene I mourn without glaring eye !— 
control. ‘¢ Oh! from fuch hideous monfters turn, and 
Ye reftlefs waves, ye gloomy caverns, fhuddering fly. 
: hail t i ¢* What, though unbleft with Fortune's 
Ye fuit the mournful temper of my mind 5 - favouring grace, 
Ye deeply-fighing winds, with you I wail, «¢ Thy little life has been one gloomy 
With you lament the forrows of man- fcene, 
kind 5 6¢ Think’t ‘Hoe that future time will 
For, from the hovel of the humble hind, ne’er efface 
To where the potent prince his palace ‘© Thofe fombre tints, and kindly inter- 
rears, vene 
The trace of Mis’ry’s iron hand I find=— 6¢ The brilliant white, and ever-during 
Still to my view the withered hag appears green ! 
With unavailing groans, in unavailing tears. s¢ Though blafts and whirlwinds have dif- 
As late I leap’d yon yawning chafm’s fpan, fturbed thy ae Sil Li 
Why kept my faithfullimbs their wonte ‘* ‘Yet may the fun fhine out with ray fe~ 
eg force! aa 
And as o’er yonder ridge I heedlefs ran, ¢¢ Though now thou wandereft rueful and 
Why did my eye direct the fteady courfe | forlorn, 
Oh! had I fallen, blended with the hoarfe ‘* Perhaps. in focial joys to revel thou wert 
Curlew’s fad {cream had been my dying cry, born.— 
Oh! then for ever dried had been the ¢¢ Then once more mingle with the buft- 
fource, ling crew 
-Which with the bitter ftream oft? drowns 6¢ Who crowd where Julius’ ancient 
mine eye; towers rife, 
For ever from my breaft had fed the heart- ¢¢ Thy much-loved art with energy purfue, 
felt igh. ‘¢ And floth and weak defpondency de- 
fpife 5 
‘¢ For happinefs in clofe employment lies 
¢¢ If wealth or reputation be thy aim, 
‘¢ Perhaps thou yet may’ft grafp the glit- 
tering prize 
*¢ Sought by each ardent votary of fame, 
¢¢ Who emulates a Cofway’s or a Shelly’s 
Or now, as round this rugged knoll I 
cling, 
And watch the progrefs of the rifing tide 5 
Oh! that fome mighty wave his arms would 
fling, ; 
Refiftlefs tear me from the craggy fide, 
And in the ocean’s depths my carcafe hide; 
For there, though furious tempefts feem to sp ytr 
yell, €© Yet, fhould thefe fplendid motives fail ~ 
Eternal calms and lafting peace abide 3 to blow 
There no malignant human demons fell ‘¢ The latent fpark, one yet remains un- 
Unite with heman woes to make the world a faid, 
- hell! 6¢ Behold my trembling view her changes 
é¢ Miftaken youth! deem not thy lot fo and lo ! 
ot cere y She wears the femblance of = blue-eyed 
Amazed I turn, and on the cliff behold maid 5 
Sweet Hope, as painted by the lyric bard,* he climb the rock Where {miles the 
With freely-waving locks of burnifhed ane 
cold That mocks the features a my lovely fairy 
5 But ere I reach its craggy top, they fade, 
The wondrous vifion vanifhes in alx—— 
O’er Maughold hills with lighten’d heart I 
home repair. 
* Collins, The 
With beaming eye fo fair, modef, yet 
1 ’ 
bold. 
