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EOWLEYX’S ODE fo CROMWELL, abridged. 
CURST be the man who thinks it braye 
Ana great his country to enilave 5 
Who of his peopte loves to be the firft, 
"Yho’ at the rate of being worft. 
At fallen Freedom’s call 
Perith the foe of all, 
Who feeks alone to overpoife 
A nation’s might—a nation’s veice ! 
Blood and ruin may obtain 
A fhort, a.miferable reign 3 
But clofe-drawn curtains cannot keep 
siway the dreams that haunt his fleep 
Wo guards can huth-each whilpering fear 5 
No priefis wipe off the undermining tear } 
Contcience thall bere his eariy hell begin, 
He fees his flaves without, his tyrant feels 
within. 
Let, gracious God! Iet never more thy 
bald 
Lift up this fcourge againft our land. 
A tyrant isa rod and lerpent tud, 
“Ana brings worfe plagues than Egypt knew. 
He tears our flocks and herds away 5 
He makes our bloomiag ions his prey 5 
Whom eloquence ani courage raiie, 
Whom worth and wiisorn join to praife, 
Before his envious frown mutt fly 
Far from their native land, on feverifh fhores 
to die. 
Let, gracious God! let never more thy 
hand 
Lift up this {courge againft our land. 
Rather may Roman come again, 
Or)Saxon, Norman, or the Dane + 
In ail the bonds we ever bore, | 
We griev’d, we wept, we never blufh’d be- 
fore. 
Come, rather,Peftilence! and reap us down, 
The iword of Heaven is nobler than our 
own 3 . 
Come, deluge, rather than this woe re- 
main, 
And whelm our ifiandin the ftifling main. 
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FANCY. 
OF ‘is there not, when dewy eve 
Spreads her light texture o’er the vale, 
A gentle Fay, that loves ts leave 
Her moonlight paftimein the dale; 
And where the raptur’d poet fits 
To view the bive mifts {pread around, 
Acrofs his mental -vifion flits, 
And wraps his thought in peace profeund ? 
Oh yes, there is! when firft I fung, 
(Poor fimple boy ! I knew not then 
The carol prankt by artful tongue 5 
i nature knew, but knew not men :) 
She clafp’d me round the neck, and{mil'd, 
And o’er the daificd meadows led 5 
While frolic fport the way beguil d, 
To where uprofe the green hill’s head. 
Original Poetry. 
[Jan. 4,. 
Upon the grafly turf reclin’d, 
My ruftic lays ’'4 murmuring read 5 
While fhe in wanton fport would bind 
/ My brows withmanya fimple weed. 
Or if I chofe, the rais’d for me 
Geepin the dalea dark alcove 3 
And round it planted many a tree, 
And choiceft flow’rets that I'd love ; 
And thither fhe the woodbine brought, 
_ And there the lady-fmock fhe twin’d ;. 
A daified feat fhe deftly wrought, 
And near it taught arill to wind. 
Oh happy days! with her I’d rove, 
With her Pd chaunt my ruftic ftrain ; 
Or, fleeping in my fav’rite grove, 
She rais’d gay vifions in my brain. 
Iilufive Sprite ! where art thou gone ? 
Oh fool ! to wander far from thee ! 
I left with thee thofe joys alone 
I prize, of {weet fimplicity. 
Oh hither, gentle Fancy, look ! . 
Forgetful my repentance fee 5 
No more Pll gild my maple crook, 
My verfe thall be infpir’d by thee. 
She comes !——the mifty veil fhe clears ! 
She ope’s my eyes to cloudlefs day 3 
Qh thank thee !—-Sprite, nor doubts nor fears 
Shall force me from thy arms away, 
J.H 
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28902 I, T1302. 
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COMPARISON 67 ENGRAVING with PAINT=+ 
InG.— An Extra. 
“EYAL, glorious Art! where light and thade 
combine, 
True light and fhade, and juft proportions 
thine : 
No beauties falfe thy labour’d pictures fill, 
Nor gaudy tints betray a want of fkill; 
The eye, charm’d with no meretricious art, 
Beholds, and learns to criticife each part: 
By thee refin’d, the painting is divine, _ 
More ftrength, more beauty, and more fweet- 
nefs thine. he, 
As fome fair maid, born in Circaffia’s plain, 
Decreed todeck the mighty Sultan’s train, 
Affifts her charms with all the aid of drefs, 
Nor thinks by aid fhe makes thofe beauties 
lets: 
In brighteft gems, and robes of purple dye, 
She lures the heart,and captivates the eye :—= 
Cumpar’d to her, behold the Grecian maid 
In one loofe robe of imple white array’d, 
Which the fine fhape and modeft ftep reveals, 
And but difplays thofe beauties it conceals 5 
Her downcaft eyes, where bafhful glances roll, 
Shew the pure heart, and fpeak the fpotlefs 
foul: — 
Circaffia’s beauty triumphs for an hour, 
She charms the fenfes, but fhe does no more 5 
The Grecian nymph, wins flow but juft ap- 
=i »(plawie; 
And admiration, approbation draws. 
Nov. 1, 12026 J. }—-————. 
ORIGINAL 
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