1$07.]. 
Awake th’ ecftatic lyre 5 
Thy fcenes, where Peace and hermit Wifdom 
hoar 
For holy intercourfe retire, 
To fhun of waffail noife th’ unmeaning roar 5 
And, with meet awe, adore 
That Will Omnipotent, whofe feady arm 
Lanced mid yon rolling fpheres thy mould- 
ed ball, 
And, providently pleas’d with all, 
Breath’d o’er thy favorite face an inexpreflive 
charm ! 
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LINES ADDRESSED TO CHAUCER, 
AT THE TABARD INN (NOW THE TALBOT) 
SOUTHWARK, WHERE THE PILGRIMS 
USED TO ASSEMBLE, PREVIOUSLY TO 
THEIR DEPARTURE FOR CANTERBURY. 
By PETER PINDAR, Ese. 
Ow jocund bard, I never pafs 
The Tabard, but I take a glafs, 
To drink a requiem to thy ghoft 5 
Where once the pious pilgrims met, 
Companions boon, a jovial fet, 
And midft the bands a jovial hoft. 
Methinks I fee them on the road 
To Becket’s miracle-abode, 
That cleans from Satan’s foot the foul: 
Methinks i hear their comic tale, 
Delighting lanes, and hills, aoe dales, 
And bidding time more gayly roll. 
Well pleafed I waik the rooms around, 
» And think I tread on clafflic ground ; 
Keverence é¢ach rotten beam and rafter; 
Fancy I hear your fong of mirth, 
And quips and cranks, that once gave birth 
To many a hearty peal of laughter 
Shall Shakefpeare boat his Jubilee, 
And, Chaucer, nought be done for thee, 
The father of our Britifh lays ? 
Oh bards, and bardlings, fie! oh fie!. 
And Southwark folks to you 1 cry,— 
¢ How are ye mute in Geolfry’s praife ? 
Js it referved for me alone 
To boaft how Chaucer’s merits fhone 
On dark unclaflic ground ? 
How well he touched the Britith Jyrey 
And kindled high the Mufe’s fire, 
When aot a fparkIe gleamed around ? 
Oh then be formed a club of fame 
‘To hail thy venerable name ; 
And let me join the choral throng. 
For ftanzas I'll invoke the Muie, 
And, confequently, will chufe 
My old friend Shield to fet the fong. 
Ah! what though, obfolete, thy phrafe 
No more delights our modern days, 
I love thy genius in each line: 
Like thee I ftrive to charm our ifle ; 
Like thee I court the Mute of Smile; 
And wifh to leave a name like thine ! 
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Though obfolete, alas! thy line, 
And doomed in cold negle& to fhine, 
By me fhall Chaucer be rever’d; 
Whoie art a new Parnaflus rais’d, 
That midit barbaric darknefs blaz’d, 
A fun where nota ftar appear’d! 
eae 
THE PERSIAN LOVER. 
"THE fportive zephyr plumes bis wing . 
From hyacinthine bowers 5 
And binds the rofy brow of ee 
With bands of blooming flowers, 
Which fcent the morning’s golden hair ; 
And deck the citron grove, 
Where Selim fill’d the perfurn’d air 
With fighs of hopelefs love. 
He mark’d not when fweet buds ay ae ~ 
Nor when the vernal hours, 
In Jilies’ bells, and cups of gold, 
Conceal the glittering fhow’rs, 
Which ftring the new-blown jonquil’s flems — 
With beads of pearly dew; 
And hang at eve, in lucid gems, 
On flowers of rofy hue. 
The gloomof night, the blufh of morn, 
To him alike appear’d, 
When the falfe Azza’s pointed fcorn 
The love-lorn thepherd fear’d. 
And apt his lute’s enchanting found 
Breath’d vigils-through the grove, 
To call the nymphs and fhepherds round 
The bow’r of hopelefs love, : 
There, while the fhepherds figh’d in vain, 
His drooping garlands hung 5 
And thus at eve the plaintive fwain 
His mournful ditty fung : 
Since the falfe Azza mocks my pain, 
Tll quit the roieate vale, 
Where full-blown almonds bloom in vain 
To check the whifpering gale, 
Which bjds me from her beauty fly ; 
From grots, and moffy dell, 
Where fullen ftreams flow murmuring by 
‘The love-lorn Selim’s cell. 
They feem to check this fond delay, 
Which bids me linger here, 
To chill the blooming fweets ef May 
With forrow’s icy tear. 
Some mountain cave I’ll quickly feck, 
That’s damp with baneful dew; 
Or trace fome defert, wild and bleak, 
Where flowrets never blew. 
And when the dawn is overcaft, 
Over dangerous rocks Vl flray ; 
While horror howls in every blaft, 
And lightnings round me play. 
Then chance the friendly hand of Death 
May check life’s ebbing tide ; 
And faints, that caught my parting breath, 
WAL! weep when Selim died, RM. 
H2 SGANET 
