1810.] 
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ORIGINAL POETRY. ! 
Se 
LINES, 
OCCASIONED BY THE DEATH OF THE 
LATE MARQUIS OF LANSDOWNE 5 
WRITTEN WITHIN VIEW oF His GAS- 
FR Ot Oe SOUTHAMPTON, 
By Mr. PRATT. 
CTE is the voice, which bade yon tur- 
rets rise, 
And point their daring summits to the skies; 
While, from the battlements extremest steep, 
They seem to frown upon the shore and 
deep ; . 
Ev’n like some despot they appear to stand, 
Lord of the subject sea, and vassai land; 
Awful and fierce, they swell upon the eyes 
In all the pomp of feudal tyranny. 
But, thoughts abrupt, from transitory views, 
Rapid as rash, the mental sight confuse ; 
In the pure mirror of the reas’ning mind, 
‘Clear as yon fair expansey when not a wind, 
And not a wave disturbs its tranquil rest, 
Compos’d as infants sleeping on the breast 5 
Yes, in truth’s mirror, perfect, plain, and 
pure, 
The object palpable, the medium sure ; 
Things as they are, not as they seem, ap- 
pear, 
Obvious the motive, and the action clear. 
Yon fabric judg’d’ by these unerring laws, 
Claims reason’s sanction, and the worid’s 
applause ; P 
Lo ! as that fabric lifts th’ aspiring head, 
Cloth’d are the naked, and the hungry fed ; 
As gradual spreads the far-extended pile, 
Ingenious art, and honest labour, smile ; 
And every cubit to its stature, proves’ 
What wisdom honors, and what bounty | 
loves. 
The bark of commerce, and the barge of 
wealth, 
Afford the poor man ease, the rich man 
health ; 
Pleasure’s light sail, and trade’s laborious oar, 
The castle hail from ocean to the shore 3 
Alike it aids them in their different views, 
As this gay pastime, that stern toil pursues ; 
Its cheering light, the mariner befriends, 
As oer the main his homeward course he 
benus: 
And, haply, when the northern tempest 
raves, 
And the eye startles at the billowy graves, 
One friendly taper in yon turret plac’d, 
May snatch the tossing vessel from the 
waste ; 
Ev’n in the sight of home, the crew may 
‘Spare, 
And guide to wives and children in despair, 
Ye moral censors, eager to deride 
Plans not your own, as folly or as pride, 
Repress the cynic snecr, and hence be taught 
& nobler scope of action and of thought ; 
MontTuty Mag, No. 199, 
Learn, that when riches run not to abuse, 
That private pastime leads to public use ; 
That wide diffusion, tho’ not waste, supplies, 
From wealth’s full store a thousand sympa- 
thies: 
That pleasure’s frolic, oft with virtue blends, 
Sportive the means, but bountiful the ends. 
Fortune’s gay plaything, fashion’sidlest toy» 
Yields social comfort, and domestic joy ; 
And the huge logs that light yon Gothic hall, 
Warm into bleze the woodman’s cottage 
small ; 
His sturdy arm that gave the well-aim’d 
blow, 
Dilates his heart, and spreads the genial glow, 
To all his forest family around, 
Who hear the faggot crackle in the sound; 
Circling the ruddy hearth, the jocund throng, 
The freezing evening thaw with jest and song. 
Thus, tho’ yon castle’s founder breathless 
+ os ties; 
Still shall its turrets in memorial rise 
Than Kgypt’s pyramids, or Babel’s tower, 
More fair, for those were pomps of lawless 
power. 
Nay, were it leveli’d to its lowest base, 
And Time could scarcely his own ruins trace, 
The sons: of labour, thus the spot would 
cheer : 
“¢ There stood the pile our fathers belpd to 
rear.”* 
Hiil Cottage, near Southampton. 
Nov. 22,1809: 
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ADDRESS TO SLEEP, 
WRITTEN UNDER AFFLICBRION FOR THES 
DEATH OF A FRSEND. 
G WEET sleep, thy visits to the wretch are 
kind! 
To him, who needs repose, thy blessings. 
give! ‘ 
And let no dreams engage my troubled mind, 
That, for a time, I may forget I live ! 
Now. 7. 1809. W... PB. 
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EXTEMPORARY LINES, 
INSCRIBED TO MR, WARDLE, AND THE 
OTHER INDEPENDENT, PATRIOTIC 
MEMBERS, OF THE BRITISH HOUSE OF 
COMMONS. ,? 
PA! to the Heart of Cak! who firmly 
- stood, . 
And fought, with legion, foul corruption’s 
brood 5 
Hail! to the tongue of Truth! whose trums 
pet-tale 
Made the proud spirit of corruption quail ; 
Hail! to the virtuous band, th’ enlighten’d 
few, ‘ 
Who prov’d to justice, and Britannia true: 
Ye firm defenders of your country’s cause, 
Yo whom each patriot-Briton pegls ap-~ 
plause, 
4H Qh! 
