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INSCRIPTION I. 
HERE ftop. young man ! and if thine eye 
Can fhed-o’er injur’d worth a tear, 
With heedlefs ftep oh pais not by, 
~ But wake the thought of pity here. 
Beneath this yéw’s funereal fhade 
The broken-hearted Nancy fleeps; 
And often here the pafling maid, 
Or paffing ruftic, flops and weeps. 
For black-hair’d Nancy, kind and fair, 
Was gentle as the gentie dove, 
And died (ah wretched !) in defpair, 
The victim of unhallow’d love! 
Or, if thou fhed’f the bitter tear ~ 
O’er thine own forrows, man forlorn ! 
Here paufe, for the repofes here 
Who once like thee was doom’d to mourn. 
Beneath this yew’s dark umbrage reft, 
Againtt the rugged trank reclin’d ; 
And tender thoughts, ideas bieft, 
Shall foftly foothe thy mourning mind. 
But hat thou, wretch ! by beaftly lut 
impell’d to do the blafted deed, 
Betray’d the virgin’s guilelefs truft ? 
Wretch, if thou batt, fop here and read : 
«¢ Spoiler of maids, whofe foul is guile, 
A villain’s victim fleeps below ! 
She drank fweet poifon in a {mile, 
And found that lawlefs love was woe. 
¢: Modett fhe was, fhe knew not art ; 
Her thoughts ne’er foar’d on wings of 
pride ; 
Her hand was bounty, and her heart 
To pity’s mildnefs was allied. 
«© Love, love the pure, fir’d her breaft ; 
* Love was betray’d by villainy : 
But now her forrows are at retft, 
And her fad ftory {peaks to thee.” 
E, E——t1r. 
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INSCRIPTION II. 
EAR, man of thought, my voice. I know 
thee well, 
And not a ftranger to my paths art thou ; 
For I have often mark’d thee in this glen, 
Mufing ; thy feat this bank, mofs-carpeted. 
My name is Solitude. Inall thy walks 
By thee I-wait ; and when thou fing’ft thy 
fong 
Of true poetic harmony, awake 
Echo, my fifter, in the craggy vale : 
‘She hears thy fong, and mournfully repeats 
In fweeter founds its {weetnefs. Mark me, 
Bard ! 
Soon as the Sun looks o’er the woody hills, 
And gilds with living gold vales and their 
ftreams, 
T feek this cavern damp with dripping 
f{prings, 
By fun-beam unillum’d, and hear hoarfe 
ales 
Shake the tall pines that o’er this brown rock 
wave 
The folemn fhade. Here, till the Sun falutes 
Criginal Petry. 
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[| March ¥, 
The IfMes Atlantic, I, mof thoughtful, mufe 
On hie, death, fathomlefs eternity, 
Duration, nature, and the Caufe uncaufed. — 
But foon as dim-ey’d Even tpreads her 
fhades 
In fill fucceflion over earth and fea ; 
Soon as the owl weicomes with -wildeft 
- fhrieks 
Defcending Night, and the {weet Nightingale 
Flings on the ear of Darknets melody ; 
Emerging from this fombre cavern then, 
O’er fthadowy plains, or by the viewlefs 
ftream 
That foftly murmurs tothe lonely hour, 
Slowly I wander. Orit tome unknown ~ 
And vifionary vale, while far around 
The filent landfcape fleeps, I hear the ghoft 
Of Suicide tell his pathetic tale 
To Midnight, till thé Queen of _Heav’n af- 
cends 
Her filver-clouded throne, and fcares away 
The formlets children of the fepulchre. 
Oh, Man of Meditation, fince thefe joys 
Are to thy foul not charmlefs, vifit thou 
This valley of the cavern, when the Sun 
Flames in the eaft, or when the ftate of Night 
Stalks noitelefs o’er the world; and I will 
blefs 
Thy penfive walk, and whifper to thy foul 
Poetic thoughts moft pleafing, moft fublime. 
Be ih Ne 
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PART OF THE FIGHTHU SATIRE OF JUVENAL 
3 IMITATED. : 
*SAY, Orleans, what avails the blazon’d@ 
tree, 
Rich in imperial anceftry, to thee ? 
Why proudly fhow St. Louis’ breken buft, 
The {word and crucifix obfcur’d with duft ? _ 
Why boat the Conftable,+ whofe gilded ftaff 
Time’s icy touch has moulder’d to a half ? 
Or great Navarre, in whom, with valour — 
fhone 
Each milder grace that dignifies a throne ? 
If with their effigies you hang the hall, 
Where pimps, and proftitutes, and traitors 
bawl ; 
Where miduight plans of regicide are laid, 
To ranks of frowning Capets full difplay’d ; 
And where, half-drunk, you juft begin te ~ 
dofe, 
At peep of dawn, when they to battle rofe ? 
{if filken C—— boaft a martial line, 
Whofe high achievements on his chariot, 
fhine ; 
Vain of defect, he gives us thus to fee 
Within what is, without-what ought to be ; 
And vaunts the fires who fought to mark his 
plate, 
Emblaze his curricle, and crown his gate. 
o , whofe feminine and furtive bloom, 
Smooth, polifh’d limbs, and hands that drop 
perfume, ¢ 
* Yerle 1— 19. 
+ The Conftable Bourbon. 
§ Verfe 15—18,. 
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