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I crave not much, yet as I wend along
Those classic shores, and revel in those scenes You priz’d and hallow'd in thy lofty song ;
"Twere charity, and so our Alice ? weens,
To aid me with thy soul-inspiring means ;
Thy rapt Calliope', who safest screens
The sun at length, the wind too in the west,
And the black ruffian clouds which yet remain,
in which the creeping creature man
Loves punily to dwell :
For ever, it were well;
1 A near relation of the Author.
2. The daughter of Jupiter and Mnemosyne, and who presided over Eloquence and Heroic Poetry.
Scud eastward : this the best and surest test,
That hence shall quickly hie the hateful rain
And though the moon (albeit term'd serene)
In that far nobler orb. So, once again,
Not fairest, no, nor meanest, of the towns
Which crowd and beautify Batavia's land;
How many changes say, of head and hand,
* Dordrecht, and the little island on which it stands, are said to have been separated from the opposite shore, by an inundation which happened in 1421. The town is famous for a Protestant Synod held here in 1618, when the doctrines of Arminius were condemned; it is said to have been founded by the great Merovius, who defeated Attila in 451, and who was for some time its Governor. In days of yore, the Counts of Holland held their courts at Dordrecht; at present, it is chiefly distinguished as being a rendezvous for those immense floats, which frequently descend the Rhine, and which consist chiefly of timber procured at Andernach, and other places on its banks; they are sometimes upwards of 1000 feet long, and 500 broad, and consequently of great value.
Of bold Merovius, you rose and grew,
To power and place ?—thy butter in demand : They call thy Islet ancient-and 'tis true.
Good luck to Islands ! we have one or two
A sail in sight! full sweeping round the reach
Of yonder copse-a sail ! nay not so fast : And here now let me, once for all beseech,
You do not take a chimney for a mast :
See how the Royal Frederick rushes past, With noble speed-she down the stream doth go,
We toiling up, and both shall win at last.Such is the life of man, still rising slow, Declining quick, like arrow from a bow.
By all that's beautiful, 'tis she !—it is
It is Ianthè! sure the glow of youth, With its best heart-endearing sympathies,
Were ne'er more glorious given, or with more truth ;
She joyous waves her hand—that hand in sooth,
Sure they were cold, unfeeling, and uncouth,
From heaven on some sweet pious mission bent.
And who so graceful, paces by the
The matron mother-her accomplish'd lord, So long the terror of his country's foe,–
His country's pride !—had left a soldier's sword,
To sleep within its scabbard, when the horde
Discomfited—and England could afford,
A somewhat wandering life; but sage, sedate,
And not like many others unemploy’d,
And empty show, till listless grown and cloyd ;
He, knowing what was best to be enjoyed,
Ianthè's bright accomplishment—nor toy'd
On, onward Royal Frederick 1, for thou hast
A treasure of no common cast-so soon
Shall Greville to his arms receive, this best,
This loveliest woman, as a heavenly boon ;
Who can at once adorn the gay saloon,
By her sweet intellect
-a brilliant noon,
1 The name of the steam-vessel that was descending the Rhine.
2 This episode has been introduced from the circumstance of one of the passengers on board the Kaiser, having perceived on the deck of the Frederick, as she passed, an accomplished and interesting young friend
proceeding to England, to be married to a gentleman to whom she had been long betrothed.