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SONNET TO SORRENTO. 
BY THE SAME. 
DPDFAR classic soil, whence fame-crown’d 
Tasso sprung, 
Well. nam’d Syrentum,* with such charms 
endu’d, 
That, whilst-I wander thy cool shades among 
No thoughts to prompt the deep-drawn 
sigh obtrude: r 
Or, if Remembrance picture sorrows fled, 
No more | view them with Affiction’s eye, 
As scorpions on the lap of Nature spread, 
But as benignant warnings from on High. 
Mere, Life’s illusions shall no more betray, 
Nor Passion’s gales too strong for Reason 
prove 5 ' 
But white-rob’d Innocence direct my way 
To the dread confines of the Courts above 3 
Whose porter, Death, at sight of such a 
Guide, 
Shall smiling ope the gate, and throw his 
shafts aside. : 4 
SONNET TO APATHY. 
/ BY THE SAME... ' 
NYMPH, with the gem’d Ficoides* ar- 
ray’d, 
By thy Torpedo-touch, my-cares subdue ! 
For, where thou com’st, vexatious fancies 
_ fade; 
And Grief, tho’ real, doffs her sable hue. 
Mild remedy for wounded Friendship’s tear, 
Or the loud plaints of ill-requited love 5 
Sure antidote to ev’ry pang severe, 
The way-worn pilgrim, Man, is doom’d to 
prove ! 
#’'en our best feelings, tho’ awhile they take 
Sweet Pleasure’s form, or shine in Virtue’s 
dress, 
A captive of deluded Reason make, 
And cheat her with the name of Happiness. 
Then welcome, Apathy! He.§nds not rest, 
Who fails toown thee Sov’reign of his breast. 
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PAX POTIOR BELLO; 
& Fragment from ‘* Poems,” now in the Press. 
_ By James jEyNiINGs.t 
O Gente Peace! 
Who, with thy willing hand, shedd’st plenty 
round !- 
Who escupest from the palaces of Kings, 
To lonely glens, or mountain haunts forlorn. 
* Sorrento, ancienily called Syrentum, 
from its enchanting situation, is the coolest 
and most healthy summer abode in the south- 
ern part of [taly ; and famous for containing 
the paternal mansion of the immortal Tasso ; 
a citcumsrance which I could not resist no- 
tisiig. * 
+ Te ice plant, properly called the dia- 
mon? Ficoides. 
¢ In whose Inscription, page 593, of last 
volume, for Nature. here with ait conventing,’®. 
read. f consenting & 
Original Poctry. 
3s 
Thou who art sent, a good Samaritan! 
To bind the wounds of crimson-creste@ 
War, 
And heal the nations. 
— Tighe’st 
Beneath the peamant’s humble. roof to dwell, 
And hear the matin song of early birds 
Light-hearted 5 with tranquillity and loye — 
To twine unfading wreaths for him whose 
heart 
Is rightljest turn’d to thee. O gentle Peace ! 
O’erspread us with thy pinions, and, as erst, 
Thy wonted influence through the world dif. 
fuse. 
Thou, who most de- 
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STANZAS, 
WRITTEN IN JUNE, 1808. 
AND must we part! O, soul-subliming 
Muse! ihe 
For ever must I lose thy cheering light? 
Ev’n now I hail thee, clad in orient hues; . 
Fair as when first thou charm’dst my 
youthful sight ! 
And oft in depth of woe hast thou relum’d 
My darken’d sight, and exorcis’d despair ; 
Yea! oft. hast thou my sinking  spiri¢ 
plum’d 
_ With strength to soar above the clouds of 
care. 
Oft hast thou rais’d my spirit on thy wing, 
When Sorrow’s shaft had struck it to the 
earth, 
Taught me: the soothing strain of Hope to 
sing : . 
And still ’twas Joy’s anticipated birth, 
But ah! the transports thou dost bid me 
feel, Wise oa - 
Dart through my frame such feverish 
delight, 
Inflict a wound, so deep, no hand can 
: heal ; ; 
And drive the dews of slumber from my 
sight. sith 
Be hush’d, my heart! nor urge the sanguine 
tide, 
To mock with hectic flush my faded 
cheek ; shane ty 
Be hush’d, my heart! Oh, let thy swell 
subsides . 
Nor break life’s murey already worn and: 
weak. bi 4x d 
Yes! we must part, belov'd illysive Muse, 
For ever I must lose thy cheering light, 
Alas! clear-scanning Reason dearly rues 
The hour thy charins seduc’d my yeuthfi} 
sight. 
Yes! we must part ; wild-wand’ring thoughts 
way, ih 
No more may fancy feed the mining fire, 
Which robs my bosom of Health's dewy ray: 
And bids the threbbing pulse of life 
retire. A. ROBSON. 
