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¢, distant doom’d to toil, 
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tears tement the sun-burnt 
Oh! may an ext! 
Where blood and 
soil 5 
Exalt his voice to swell the votive song, 
- And, in loud notes, the applausive strain pro- 
long 5 
The pension’d Laureat’s prostituted praise, 
Insults the subject of his leaden lays 5 
But he who lifts unknown his voice to you, 
Speaks but the praise to public virtue cue « 
He bows the knee to-Freedom’s form divine, 
Aid for the patriot, fain a wreath would 
twine. ; 
But say, what need to pour the applausive 
lay, 
Needs the bright morn the taper’s twinkling 
r? 
ray! 
To virtuous action, still it is decreed, 
Self- ae yields her purest meed 5 
Yes ! conservators of the sacred laws, 
Ye firm defenders of your country’s cause 5 
Proceed, supporters of the public weal, _ 
On whose fair fronts, high Heaven has set its 
seal ! 
Proceed, ere lung to reap your recompence : 
Reform the rotten fabric of defence ; 
Resist the force that *gainst your country 
fights 5 
From usurpation still preserve her rights ; 
The constitution, and its subjects guard, 
And, glorious, gain the patriot’s rich re- 
ward ! 
June, 1809. Brirannus. 
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SONNET, 
_ ON THE DEATH OF THOMAS HOLCROFT, 
HebcRort ! thy angel-pen of purest 
light, 
Fell from the wing of Truth, 
free, 
Ev’n by the goddess giv’n, to blazon bright, 
The record of thy soul’s nobility ! 
And never shall thy glory set in night : 
The virtuous energy that glow’d in thee, 
The warm effulgence of thy mental might, 
Shall fire the hearts of late posterity. 
Yet must I mourn, that thou art laid in 
earth, 
And I have ne’er beheld thy honourd 
face, 
Ev’n in the morn of life I read thy worth, 
And I have joy’d thy genius still to trace: 
Holcroft! thy sacred ashes shall give birth, 
To phenix forms of intellectual grace. 
Samaica, Fune, 1809. A. Rogson. 
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SONNET TO TRE MOON. 
BY S..D. H. REID. 2? 
O, THOU fair orb, that roli’st in yon 
expanse, 
Thy perfect sphere, while chill’d autumnal 
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killing 
diffuse 
Thro’ nature’s fairest works, end fast advance 
a favour 
And | frosts, their baneful power 
oelry. [Jan. 1, 
boisterous train of storms, and tem- 
pests drear, 
Quick hurrying o’er the short revolving 
year, 
Thou seem’st to lend thine influence benign, 
To curb stern winter’s desolating power, 
The 
And whisper peace to the unfriended 
bower ; 
As thro’ the fragment cloud, thy pale beams 
shine, 
So man, when ills, and *whelming cares _ 
increase, 
In life’s (decline), will from religion find, 
The only comfort that can calm his mind, 
And hoary age shall smile, and die in peace. 
Manchester, Oct. 1809. 
SE 
‘SONNET, 
ON THE DEATH OF DOCTOR BEDDOES. 
(8 ! name rever’d! to krow that thou ne 
more 
Art number'd with the living, fills my 
heart 
With a dark flood of sorrow. deplore, 
That thou, who could’st to others heatth 
impart; 
High priest of blest Hygeia! and restore 
The breath of life, by thy most blessed art, 
Though mail’d in beams of bright Phoebean 
lore, 
Should’st feel the ra 
ing dart 5 
But not to die, not thine a mortal doom, 
Thy generous zeal! O, truth-illumin’éd 
Sages 
Has gain’d, for thee, an evereliving tomb 5 
Thetruth shall shine, eternal from thy page. 
Thy laurel, Beddoes ! shall for ever bloom, 
And grow still greener, with increasing 
ge of Death’s destroy 
age. ; 
Famaica, May, 1809, A, Rosson. 
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SONNET. 
TO AN ANCIENT OAK. 
HAL! rev’rend tree, with kindred ivy 
twin’d, 
Low at your foot, my languid Hmbs | 
spread, 
And pillow’d on the leafy couch yeu shed, 
These soft reflections steal upon my mind, 
How often you have felt the winter’s wind ; 
How many summers beam’d upon your 
head 3 
How many, who in infant gambols joia’d 
Beneath se shade, now slumber with 
the dea 
And soon br ret o’er whom your branches 
wave, 
Where yon white stones point out the 
haljow’d ground, ; 
Sleep unremember’d in some aasaless grave, 
And dark oblivion spread her curtain 
round. 
Another, and another race shall fail, 
’Ere all-devouringTime, your knotted trunk 
ascail, J. Uz 
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