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“ORIGINAL POETRY. 
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ODE. 
EK TOY AAKAIOY. 
Ver prev 6 Zeus, ev 0 wesym pasyac 
Nea, Werayarw 0 vdwtrey eoat. 
Ka€Ganrrs Tov yEmow, ems prev TiBEro 
Tlug. ev de xsevag envoy eerdEews 
MEA yeoy. 
FROM ALCZEUS. 
FLXALTED Jove, with angry frown, 
[mpetuous hurls the torrent down; 
The gathering clouds majestic roll 
Their spreading glooms from pole to pole 5 
Now, wildly hurrying, tempest-driven, 
Deform the smiling front of heaven 5 
While raging ocean sounds from far 
The din of elemental war. 
Despise old Winter’s chilling ire; 
Pile loftier still the cheering fire 5 
And let the golden bow! go round, 
With generous wine profusely crown’d : 
The golden bowl, whose nectar’d stream 
Shall fire each eye with pleasure’s beam. 
Painswick. 2 KG. 
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ON ELIZA HILL, OF BOSTON, 
A BEAUTIFUL CHILDy) WHO DIED suD- 
DENLY, AT THE AGE OF ELEVEN 
YEARS, i 
BENEATH a father’s watchful eye, 
A mother’s fost’ring care, 
Eliza, in the bloom of youth, 
Shone fairest of the fair. 
The playful kid, that lightly bounds, 
And vaults in airy space, 
Could not more innocence display, 
Or fascinating grace, 
Her heavenly features, sylphid form, 
Drew each admiring gaze; 
Her virtues, op’ning into day, 
Promis’d meridian blaze. 
Death, in his silent, sad career, 
Beheld this beauteous prize: 
é¢ art thou achild of earth,’’ he cried, 
‘© Or daughter of the skies?” 
Unseen, he stretch’d his icy hand, 
And wav’d it o’er her head ; 
Then gently smote—but at his touch 
‘The vital spirit fied. 
(Just so the early blossom fades, 
When Winter’s ling’ring pace 
Checks the impatient step of spring, 
Benumb’d in his emorace.) 
Death stood amaz’d: and ah! too late, 
Would have recall’d the stroke: 
But Death himself was powerless herey 
Nor could the deed revoke. 
«¢ And wast thou, then, of mortal clay, 
And cast in human mould ?” 
The pailid ourent’s anguish’d shrick 
The truth too plainly rold.* 
* The father, on coming downstairs, found 
is child lifeless at the foot of the staircase. 
But mourn not thus, with fruitless woe, 
The lovely spirit freed ; 
She, who an angel but appear’d, 
An angel is indeed. 
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THE STORM, 
AN IRREGULAR DESCRIPTIVE ODE} 
By JOSEPH COTTLE. 
BY this huge crag of granite high, 
Dark-frowning o’er the subject tide, 
I gaze upon.the evening sky; 
I mark the circling waters wide : 
Nature, that for ever shines 
Transcendent in august simplicity, 
Now in all her grace reclines 
Upon the bosom of the sea: 
And to complete the magic sight 
‘Of forms divine, and colours bright, 
The radiant clouds around her head 
A fair and glowing mantle spread ; 
Whilst the young waves, with light’ning 
glance, 
O’er their sleeping parents dance; 
_ And from the stream, 
In fancy’s dream, 
(Where, mid heaven’s concentred ray, 
‘They wanton with the parting day) 
A vast and fiery column rise, 
Faith-like, pointing to the skies. 
.M. A.M, 
While poring on the prospect far, 
Each object waking new delights 
I view the first faint evening star, 
Leading on the train of Night. 
To charm the eye, to sooth the ear, 
New sounds are heard, new forms appear; 
The happy billows sport around, 
With foam or floating sea- weeds crown’d, 
And to the beach direct their way 
In Jong and undisturb’d array. © 
Far as the eye can tracey 
In slow and solemn pace, 
To this inhospitable shore, 
(Whose rocks and ‘earful caverns roar, 
F’en from the plaintive zephyr’s murmur- 
ing sound, ) fi 
With undiverted course they throng, 
And bear their buoyant spoils along ; 
Where having cast them, with a proud 
disdain, 
Again they seek the main, 
And plunge into the depth of night pro- 
found. 
Upon the utmost verge of ocean, 
A homeward. destin’d bark appears 5 
Tho’ sailing fast, so slow its motion, 
It embiems Jite’s departing years: 
What transport in yon vessel dwells, 
Whilst, gazing on his native shore, 
The seaman’s anxious bosom swells, 
With ecstasies unknown beiore ! 
Exultant now he waves his hand ; 
He bids the friendly gale arisc, 
And bear ‘him swifter to the land 
That he has ever cali*d the pride 
Of earth, in her dominion wide, 
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