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Yes, Genius, thee a thousand cares await,
And leaves thee all forlorn; [laughs, While leaden Ignorance rears her head and
And fat Stupidity shakes his jolly sides,
With bee-eyed Wisdom, Genius derides,
ing in his grave.
FRAGMENT OF AN ODE TO THE MOON. Mild orb, who floatest through the realm of night,
A pathless wanderer o'er a lonely wild, Welcome to me thy soft and pensive light,
Which oft in childhood my lone thoughts beguiled ;
Nocturnal Study's still retreat,
And through my lofty casement weaves,
An intermingled beam,
This quivering lip, these eyes of dying flame :
These are the meed of him who pants for fame! Pale Moon, from thoughts like these divert my soul;
Lowly I kneel before thy shrine on high; My lamp expires ;-Beneath thy mild control,
These restless dre ms are ever wont to fly.
Come, kindred mourner, in my
breast Soothe these discordant tones to rest,
And breathe the soul of peace;
For thou hast bid it cease.
Oh! many a year has pass'd away
Attuned my infant reed;
When on the lake's damp marge I lay,
And mark'd the northern meteor's dance,
Twin sisters, faintly now ye deign
To chase superior pain.
So swiftly pleasure flies;
The beam of ardour dies..
Thou sinkest into rest;
Loud rage the winds without.— The wintry cloud
now, shut out from every still retreat,
these his meal prepare, And boast in all that cot no lurking care.
What, though the social circle be denied, Even Sadness brightens at her own fire-side, Loves, with fixed eye, to watch the fluttering blaze, While musing Memory dwells on former days; Or Hope, blest spirit! smiles-and, still forgiven, Forgets the passport, while she points to heaven. Then heap the fire-shut out the biting air, And from its station wheel the easy chair: Thus fenced and warm, in silent fit, 'tiś sweet To hear without the bitter tempest beat
All, all alone—to sit, and muse, and sigh,
Oh! thou most fatal of Pandora's train,
Consumption ! silent cheater of the eye; Thou com'st not robed in agonizing pain,
Nor mark'st thy course with Death's delusive dye;
But silent and unnoticed thou dost lie;
And, while thou giv'st new lustre to the eye, While o'er the cheek are spread health's ruddy hues, Even then life's little rest thy cruel power subdues. Oft I've beheld thee, in the glow of youth
Hid 'neath the blushing roses which there bloom’d, And dropp'd a tear, for then thy cankering tooth
I knew would never stay, till, all consumed,
In the cold vault of death he were entomb’d.
Insidious ravager, I saw thee fly
Preparing swift her passage to the sky !
The liquid lustre of her fine blue eye; Yet soon did languid listlessness advance, And soon she calmly sunk in death's repugnant trance. Even when her end was swiftly drawing near,
And dissolution hover'd o'er her head; Even then so beauteous did her form appear,
That none who saw her but admiring said,
Sure so much beauty never could be dead,
TO CAPEL LOFFT, ESQ. LOFFT, unto thee one tributary song
The simple muse, admiring, fain would bring ; She longs to lisp thee to the listening throng, And with thy name to bid the woodlands ring. Fain would she blazon all thy virtues forth,
Thy warm philanthropy, thy justice mild, Would
say how thou didst foster kindred worth, And to thy bosom snatch'd Misfortune's child; Firm she would paint thee, with becoming zeal,
Upright, and learned, as the Pylian sire,
Would say how sweetly thou couldst sweep the lyre, And shew thy labours for the public weal;
Ten thousand virtues tell with joys supreme,
TO THE MOON.
WRITTEN IN NOVEMBER. SUBLIME, emerging from the misty verge
Of th' horizon dim, thee, Moon, I hail,
As, sweeping o'er the leafless grove, the gale Seems to repeat the year's funereal dirge.