The hunter's call to Faun and Dryad known; queen, Satyrs and sylvan boys were seen, Peeping from forth their alleys green; Brown Exercise rejoic'd to hear, And Sport leapt up, and seiz'd his beechen spear. Last came Joy's ecstatic trial, He, with viny crown advancing, First to the lively pipe his hand addrest, To some unwearied minstrel dancing, While, as his flying fingers kiss'd the strings, As if he would the charming air repay, O Music, sphere-descended maid, You learn'd an all-commanding power, DIRGE IN CYMBELINE, The red-breast oft at evening hours To deck the ground where thou art laid. When howling winds, and beating rain, The tender thought on thee shall dwell. Each lonely scene shall thee restore, AN ODE ON THE POPULAR SUPERSTITIONS OF THE CONSIDERED AS THE SUBJECT OF POETRY. INSCRIBED TO MR. JOHN HOME. HOME, thou return'st from Thames, whose Naiads Have seen thee lingering with a fond delay, Whom, long endear'd, thou leav'st by Lavant's side; And joy untainted with his destin'd bride. Thou need'st but take thy pencil to thy hand, There must thou wake perforce thy Doric quill; SUNG BY GUIDERUS AND ARVIRAGUS OVER FIDELE, There, every herd, by sad experience, knows SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD. To fair Fidele's grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring No wailing ghost shall dare appear And melting virgins own their love. How, wing'd with fate, their elf-shot arrows fly, Let thy sweet Muse the rural faith sustain; These are the themes of simple, sure effect, That add new conquests to her boundless reign, And fill with double force her heart-commanding strain. * How truly did Collins predict Home's tragic powers! † A gentleman of the name of Barrow, who introduced Home to Collins. And hostle amchers met, ni prive each other's arus Te fine ang how Saming hiders wels Is Scr+ June wie, ne gled wari-seer. Lote in the warm care wa Fire's ill spear. Orm the death ať Ust's dark brest iweis: How they whose night much timer dreams engram With her own TSCH JĊ WOL.sh i koco: When, s'er the when strih, 4 TILTY TOM. They see the ring guests m300 ei 200g. Or. if a soura, ie in the festive green, Their testa i glance some foed mouth descry, Who now perna 18. 11 ISIT TEC seen. And may heata sul sun lamented fe. For them the view frns if ur they Their adding heed, and at their berk 29712 To monarchs dear some hundred miles stra7. When headless Charles worn in the scudiod ay! As Borens threw his young Aimri* forth. In the first year of the frst George's reign. And battles mg i in weitin of the North. They mourad in air felt, fel Rebellion slain! And as of late, they joy in Preston's igna Saw at mad Falkirk their hoces near crown'd' They rav'd: divning brooch der second-sigh* Pale, red Culloden, where these hopes were Costines William Britain's guarfan same! But then more giorious, Savery's chain bast brike. To reign a private man, and bow to Freedom's yoke! By young Aurora, Ceñas maimbtedly meant the first appearance of the northern Jgnts, which happened about the year 1715; at least, it is most highly pridanie. from this peculiar circumstance, that no ancient wrider whatever has taken any notice of them, nor even any me notera, previous to the above pervaž Frum van is unrous wife stal wat Or wander artha meet him on his way: Her travel i Limbs in broken sumbers steep. With droeging wows crest, his mourada sprze Then be, perhans, with moist and whery hand. Shall visit sud, perchance, her slent sleep: Shall indly seem ʼn press her shuddering cheek. And with his bineswein ice befire her stand, And, salvering cout, these ploevus accents speak : Pursue, dear wit, my daly ma pursue. At dawn or dusk, intustrous as betone: Nor e'er of me one helpless mooght renew, Dead by dhe Krize si wrath, nor e'er stall and Wille I lie weiterng in the ower 2 store. thee more." Unbounded is the range: with varied skil From their rude meks, extend her skirting wing Round the moist marge of each cold Heard sie, • Second-nights the term that is used for the divination A ferr meteor, called by various names, such as W.J of the Highianders. with the Wisp, Jack with the Lasters, &c. It hovers in 1 The late Duke of Cumberland, who defeated the Pre- the air ever marshy and fenny places. sender at the battle of Culloden. | The water fend. To that hoar pile* which still its ruin shows: In whose small vaults a Pigmy-folk is found, Or thither, where beneath the show'ry west No slaves revere them, and no wars invade: The rifted mounds their yawning cells unfold, And forth the monarchs stalk with sovereign power, In pageant robes, and wreath'd with sheeny gold, And on their twilight tombs aërial council hold. But, oh, o'er all, forget not Kilda's race, How have I sat, when pip'd the pensive wind, Believ'd the magic wonders which he sung! Hence, at each picture, vivid life starts here! Hence his warm lay with softest sweetness flows! Melting it flows, pure, murmuring, strong, and clear, And fills the impassion'd heart, and wins th' har- All hail, ye scenes that o'er my soul prevail! On whose bleak rocks, which brave the wasting The time shall come, when I, perhaps, may tread tides, Fair Nature's daughter, Virtue, yet abides. Of those whose lives are yet sincere and plain, And all their prospect but the wintry main. And of its eggs despoil the solan's nest. Hard is their shallow soil, and bleak and bare; Nor ever vernal bee was heard to murmur there! Nor need'st thou blush that such false themes en gage Thy gentle mind, of fairer stores possest; But fill'd in elder time th' historic page. Your lowly glenst o'erhung with spreading broom; Or o'er your mountains creep, in awful gloom! Meantime, ye powers, that on the plains which bore ODE ON THE DEATH OF MR. THOMSON. There, Shakspeare's self, with ev'ry garland crown'd, The scene of the following Stanzas is supposed to lie on the Flew to those fairy climes his fancy sheen, In musing hour; his wayward sisters found, And with their terrors dress'd the magic scene. From them he sung, when, 'mid his bold design, Before the Scot, afflicted, and aghast! The shadowy kings of Banquo's fated line Through the dark cave in gleamy pageant pass'd. The native legends of thy land rehearse; From sober truth, are still to Nature true, *One of the Hebrides is called the Isle of Pigmies; where it is reported that several miniature bones of the human species have been dug up in the ruins of a chapel there. + Icolmkill, one of the Hebrides, where near sixty of the ancient Scottish, Irish, and Norwegian kings are in terred. An aquatic bird like a goose, on the eggs of which the inhabitants of St. Kilda, another of the Hebrides, chiefly subsist. And oft as Ease and Health retire To breezy lawn, or forest deep, But thou, who own'st that earthly bed, Yet lives there one, whose heedless eye But thou, lorn stream, whose sullen tide Whose cold turf hides the buried friend! * Mr. Thomson was buried in Richmond church. And see, the fairy valleys fade, Dun Night has veil'd the solemn view! Yet once again, dear parted shade, Meek Nature's child, again adieu! The genial meadst assign'd to bless Thy life, shall mourn thy early doom! Their hinds and shepherd-girls shall dress With simple hands thy rural tomb. Long, long, thy stone, and pointed clay Shall melt the musing Briton's eyes, "O! vales, and wild woods," shall he say. "In yonder grave you. Druid es!" M Tmn sided thighbt hoo1 2. mond some time before his death JOHN DYER. JOHN DYER, an agreeable poet, was the son of a His health being now in a delicate state, he was solicitor at Aberglasney, in Carmarthenshire, where advised by his friends to take orders; and he was he was born in 1700. He was brought up at West- accordingly ordained by Dr. Thomas, Bishop of minster-school, and was designed by his father for his Lincoln; and, entering into the married state, he own profession; but being at liberty, in consequence sat down on a small living in Leicestershire. This of his father's death, to follow his own inclination, he exchanged for one in Lincolnshire; but the fenny he indulged what he took for a natural taste in country in which he was placed did not agree with painting, and entered as pupil to Mr. Richardson. his health, and he complained of the want of books After wandering for some time about South Wales and company. In 1757, he published his largest and the adjacent counties as an itinerant artist, he work, "The Fleece," a didactic poem, in four books, appeared convinced that he should not attain to of which the first part is pastoral, the second meeminence in that profession. In 1727, he first made chanical, the third and fourth historical and geohimself known as a poet, by the publication of his graphical. This poem has never been very popu"Grongar Hill," descriptive of a scene afforded by lar, many of its topics not being well adapted to his native country, which became one of the most poetry; yet the opinions of critics have varied popular pieces of its class, and has been admitted concerning it. It is certain that there are many into numerous collections. Dyer then travelled to pleasing, and some grand and impressive passages Italy, still in pursuit of professional improvement; in the work; but, upon the whole, the general and if he did not acquire this in any considerable feeling is, that the length of the performance degree, he improved his poetical taste, and laid in a necessarily imposed upon it a degree of tediousstore of new images. These he displayed in a poem ness. of some length, published in 1740, which he entitled Dyer did not long survive the completion of his "The Ruins of Rome," that capital having been the book. He died of a gradual decline in 1758, leavprincipal object of his journeyings. Of this work ing behind him, besides the reputation of an ingeniit may be said, that it contains many passages of ous poet, the character of an honest, humane and real poetry, and that the strain of moral and politi-worthy person. cal reflection denotes a benevolent and enlightened mind. GRONGAR HILL. SILENT nymph, with curious eye! Draw the landscape bright and strong; For the modest Muses made, So oft I have, he evening still, With my hand beneath my head; While stray'd my eyes o'er Towy's flood, From house to house, from hill to hill, About his chequer'd sides I wind, The mountains round, unhappy fate! Still the prospect wider spreads, Adds a thousand woods and meads; Still it widens, widens still, And sinks the newly-risen hill. |