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By lab'ring fculpture wrought; and hark! 
the wind : 
Murmurs thro’ lonely chambers unconfin’d, 
Where once th’ enthufiaft-minftrel fwept the 
wire, 
Kindling in ev'ry breaft ferocious ire. 
Wet fweeter far to me that lone retreat, 
And fairer, than the defpot’s hall of ftate. 
The circling ivy’s venerable arms, 
‘To pleafe my fimple tafte, has greater charms 
Than tinfel’d tapeftry, and all the fame 
Which, earn’d by crimes, adorn’d the Saxon 
name. 
And the rude blaft I prize beyond the ftrain 
Which prompts the bloody deed from motives 
Vain. 
Se 
SYMPATHY. 
FROM THE SAME. 
SWEET is the tear by feeling giv’n, 
It is the baimy dew of Heav’n; 
Which rears the drooping flow’rs of Sorrow, 
To meet fair Hope’s bright beams to-morrow, 
_Dearis the figh, fill half reprefs’d, 
Which murm’ring in the gen’rous breaft, 
Bids drear Misfortune’s victim know 
Soft Sympathy partakes his woe. 
For ah! what fpell can e’er illume 
Difeafe—or Grief’s o’erwhelming gloom ? 
Is it not Pity’s beamy eye ? 
Js it not Friendthip’s votive figh ? 
To thee, bleft Sympathy ! we owe 
Our iweeteft antidote for woe: 
‘Thy voice can raife the man of forrow, 
To meet fair Hope’s bright beams to-morrow. 
| a 
SONNETS. 
SONNET 1. 
‘THE MOTHER. 
Imitated from the Italian of Filicata. 
SEE the fond mother, with her offspring 
round, 
How melis her foul with pious tendernefs ! 
As fhe furveys them, all her looks exprefs 
Maternal love and thoughts with pleafure 
crown’d: 
One to her breaft, where the calm: joys.abound, 
Fager the clafps; another itrives to blefs 
With words of fweet import; a third a 
kifs 
Soothes, whilft another {ports upon the 
ground. 
By ail their little ways their wants fhe knows, 
To each difpenfes what its wants require, 
Or, feigning, frowns:—th’ Almighty fo, 
who thraws 
His gldnce from high, attends to each 
¢efire 
On earth ; 
trve 
Vi ken he denies that prayer he grants a 
biciwing too. 
and if a pray’r grants not, "tis 
G. W. Gs 
Original Poetry! 
[Feb. l, 
SONNET UF. tise 
WRITTEN ON READING WARTON’S 
‘€ SUPCIDE.” 
RIGHT fung the glowing bard his moral 
ftrain, 
While bending o’er his feraph-fpéaking 
lyre, 
His nee bofom fill’d with hallow’d 
fire, 
He drew the wretch by his own weapon flain*? 
Mifguided wretch whom black defpair could 
chain, : 
While to his fancy’s view the held, thrice- 
dire, 
' Woes that awoke the phrenzv-kindling ire § 
¢¢ Tho’ fell Misfortune and her baleful train 
Affail thee, bear thou {till with fortitude 
Thy doom, the trial of all-righteous Heaw’n ; 
Who gives, in mercy, too, Religion bleft 
With fovereign balm to foothe. thy foul to 
reft, 
Not murmuring 3 nor dare to quench with 
rude 
And impious hand the life which God has 
given !” 
G.W.C. 
oe SRE ee 
SONNET IIi- 
OF ! gentle ftream, that gliding thro’ the 
vale, 
Along thy bed the ecean’s waves ta meet, 
Haft foothed me often with thy murmurs 
{weet, 
Mixt with the fighs of Summer’s balmy gale ; 
From the aye-bufy world’s enjoyments ftale, 
-Thie, gladly, once again, bleft ftream, I 
SEEEES 
For ah! *tis long fince laft my weary feet 
Preft, carelefs, thy foft banks; ere Sorrow — 
, pale : 
Had mark’d me for her own: and many a 
itream 
Bzauteous, and river proud, fince, have E 
feen; ; 
But not from thee could e’er my menrry 
roam, 
Ox love thee lefs my foul, than when, in 
dream 
Of youth, thro” Fancy’s wiftful - eyes, 
ferene, | 
I watch’d the fparkling of thy fun-tinged 
foam. he 
G.W.C. 
ea 
THE MISER. 
&¢ Méifer ille ————~”« 
Lt here awhile, and I will let you fee 
- A mifer’s perion in your.company : 
And fheuld you in the picture chance to find 
My verte as wretched as the mifer’s mind, 
I truft its lack of merit youl prefer, 
And own the ftyleis quite in charaéter. *. 
A loyal man is he, fos, be it told, 
Ris loyalty is center’d in his gola 5 
Nay, witn delight Pve often feen him trace. 
The faint memoriais of his monarch’s faee 5 
Ang. 
