When Rapture to her hall invites, 
Or bids thee through her mazes fly, 
The night-ftar guides my wand’ring feet, 
The chill gale bears my wafting figh. 
Each mournful night my foutftep calls 
To ruin’d fcenes and tott’ring aisles 5 
Where, far from Rapture’s revel halls, 
I think on thy deluding fmiles. 
O Mary! when the bands of fleep 
With fweet compulfion feal thine eyes, 
Think’ thou the dream that crowns thy 
reft, 
E’er to my couch of forrow flies ? 
The only blifs my foul can know, 
The only vifion that beguiles, 
Is juft to fteal awhile from woe, 
And dream of thy deluding fmiles. 
When to the voice of Pride I turn, 
And clothe my forrow in difdain 5 
When darknefs fhrouds my finking form, 
And filence lures me to complain : 
Alike in dreary f{cenes foriorn, 
Or *mid& the world’s betraying wiles, 
Fond mem’ry checks the rifing fcorn, 
Aad dwells on thy deluding fmiles. 
P.M. Janus. 
— 
SONNET, written #y WILLIAM HAY- 
LEY, Esa. ro PRINCE HOARE, Esa. 
(In return for bis ixtereBing Corre[pondence with 
_foreign Academics. ) 
HANKS to the Friend of univerfal art, 
Who fhews me how a juft and generous 
mind, 
By boundlefs fympathy and zeal reGn’d, 
May through the veins of emulstion dart 
Supplies of vital fire, frefh hopes impart, 
And in fuch ties the focial nations bind, 
That Commerce, with a fimile divinely kind, 
May bid new wonders into being fart. 
Thou liberal Patriot ! lafting praife be thine, 
Who, for the glory of thy native iand, 
Haft led her to achieve thy bright defign, 
To teach the heart of Genius to expand, 
And cherith talents, wherefce’er they fhine: 
Science anc honour guide and blefs thy hand! 
March, 1804. 
HORACE’s ODES. BOOK IV. ODE 5. 
To AUGUSTUS, 
SPRUNG from the Gods! Rome’s guardian 
Power! 
Why thus delay the happy hour 
Yo make a people blef ? 
Prepitious Ruler! thed the Tight 
Of thy low’d prefence on our fight, 
And footh our fears te reff. 
For where thy face, like chearful fpring, 
Which gladnefs never fails to bring, 
Is kind?y feen to {mile ; 
There, funs a brighter luftre fhed ; 
The day glides on, by pleafure led, 
And joys each keur beguile. 
Original Poetry. 
[ May 1, 
The youth whom adverfe winds detain 
Beyond the rough Carpathian main, 
Far from his native foil! 
Fills a fond mother’s breaft with fears: 
To her the days have feem’d as TAGs) 
An age of grief and toil ! 
Lo! on the craggy ee the ftands, 
With tearful eyes and wringite hands, 
And pours her piteous fighs! 
Nor ever cafts a look behind 5 
Nor ceafe to throb within her mind 
The mingied fears that rife. 
So Rome, with faithful love impreft, 
To feel herfelf fupremely bleft, 
Her Cefar’s prefence waits: 
She now the pomp triumphal leads, 
And, asthe voted viétim bleeds, 
She opens wide her gates. 
The flocks fecure the meadows roam, 
With plenty flows each harveft-home, 
And virtue fways the breaft: 
The freighted bark on tranquil feas 
Sails in the bofom of the breeze 5 
Nor foes nor forms moleft. 
Full in the new-born child we trace 
Each feature of the father’s face— 
A virtuous mother’s pride : 
No bed by lawlefs luft ts ftain’d; 
For tainted honour fiands arraign’d, 
Nor dares a wifh to raife. 
Who fears the Parthian’s deadly bow ? 
Or Scythian, bred ’midft wilds of fnow? 
Or rude Iberia’s race? 
For whilf the blifs of health is thine, 
Not all her fees that drink the Rhine 
Shall Rome’s fair fame deface. 
Beneath the mountain’s funny fide, 
When Phebus feeks the weftern tide, 
Her free-born fonsretreat 3 
Well-pleas’d to rear the tender vine 5 
Round fome kind tree its branches twine ; 
A tafk ferenely fweet ! 
Then, with a bofom free from care, 
Straight to their chearfu] homes repair, 
To quaff the genial bow]; 
And, as the grape’s foft power they prove, 
With the immortal gods above, 
Thy glorious name enroll! 
To thee, their guardian Genius ftill, 
A flowing goblet forth they 411; 
To thee their voices raife; 
And witb their houfehold gods adored, 
Thy mem’ry crowns the feftive heey 
in ftrains-cf hallowed praife ! 
Ah! quickly fee Hefperia’s fhore ; 
Be martial difcord heard no more, 
Throughout Rorne’s wide domain! 
Such is the prayer that warms each breaft, 
Soon as the fun breaks through the eaft, 
Or finks beneath the main. 
Hawten: ReFory, W.HELPs. 
near Newark upon.Trent, 
Lifarch TS» 1804, A MAROON F 
