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SELECT

FROM THE PERSIAN.

HE who my brimming Cup shall view
In trembling radiance shine,

Shall own the liquid Ruby's hue
Is match'd by rosy Wine.
Each is a gem from Nature's hand,
la living lustre bright;
But one congeals its radiance bland,
One swims in liquid light.

Ere you can touch, its sparkling eye
Has left a splendid stain,
Ere you can drink, the essence high
Floats giddy thro' the brain.

car,

[turns; Now flows majestic, and now foaias by As a vast river from the threatening brow Of some huge hoary mountain falls below, When watery stars and endless winter swel! [waves rebel : His rage above the banks, and make his With a deep mouth, and an immortal soul, The son of Jove, beyond weak man's con[Poet whole.

troul,

Pindar all likeness scorns, and reigns a His brow is shaded with the sacred leaf, Which binds the temples of the Muses' Chief:

Lo, without art, and trusting Nature's force, [course

He sits upon his chair, and urges on the Of his divine bold dithyrambieks, proud To sing his words, yet never heard, aloud; And pour his lawless measures forth, and dazzle the weak crowd.

And sometimes Gods, and sometimes too be sings

Great heaven-descended Kings: They, by whose force the guilty Centaurs [hell:

fell;

And rash Chimæra, breathing flames of
The horsy people, and the triple beast,
In the full Bacchus of their flowing feast*

* The Centaurs were slain by Theseus, and Pirithous, at the nuptials of Hippodamia.

And flowery Lycian mountain, they from life releast t.

And sometimes those, whom Pisa's palin brings home, With heavenly pleasure, from Alpheus' [Blood; Wrestler, or horseman, even Gods become, Or surely of the nectar-drinking brood: Their acts now sparkle in his glorious lays; More than a thousand statues shines bis praise; [gaze

The vanquish'd without envy bear, and Upon their lovely victors' looks, and vow them lengthen'd days.

Or to the tearful, and betrothed maid The ravish'd, youthful husband he de

plores;

[vey'd, And, all her soul into his strings conThe beauteous dowry of his life restores; His strength, his courage, and the golden

light

Of his chaste manners to the stars he lifts;
And envies Orcus, and eternal night:
The maid, assuaged by those sacred gifts
Of aye harmonious musick, to content-
ment shifts.

A bounteous air lifts up the Theban Swan, When to the foot of Jove he would be gone: An air, Antonius, that must needs be great, To bear his swelling plumage, and his [to Heaven's gate. of clouds, and up

glorious state
Quite through the sea
But, as a Matine bee,
With slender flight and song,
The Rower of thyme-plant gathers free,
With art and labour long,
Murmuring o'er the grove, and 'bank
Of the yellow Tiber dank,
Like the bee, laborious, I
My little musick try.

Thou shalt soar with rapid wing,
And with a deeper plectrum strike the
string:

[high, Thou shalt exalt great Cæsar's fame on Thea, when the fierce Sicambri he shall draw, [savagely, Grim o'er the Sacred Hill, and frowning The fierce Sicambri, that disdain'd all law; Thou shalt exalt him in thy deathless

verse,

And all the barvest of his wars rehearse,
Nothing yet more good, or great,
To the Gods we owe, and Fate;
Nothing more great, or good, shall ever owe:
Not, though renewing our elapsed date,
Into their antient gold the Seasons flow,
Thou shalt sing the happy days,
And the festal city's blaze, [plays;
Th' illumin'd temples, and life-acting
All, that the natural heart of Rome cau

give.

Chimæra haunted a mountain of Lycia. For

For Cæsar, riding on our sacred ways:
Sweet concord in the forum shall revive.

Then of my voice, if aught of mine
May swell the musick of thy song divine,
Then of my voice shall an exceeding part
Declare the language of the heart:
And, ✪ fair sun, and ever to be prais'd,
To whom all hands, to whom all hearts are
rais'd,

O sun, for ever happy, thee I sing,
That dost to Rome immortal Cæsar bring!
Not once, O Cæsar, on thy sacred way,
Io triumphe! shall thy people say;
Not once, but always will they shout, and
sing,

All the whole city, and sweet incense bring. To every smiling God, and Heaven's eternal King.

Ten bulls, ten cows, Antonius, shalt thou slay;

[day:

I but a tender ball upon this beauteous
See, from his mother's side, he feeds,
Charm'd with his rising youth amid the
flowery meads.

On his front the dazzling horns,
Like the pale moon's curved fires,
On the third night rising fair;
And his brow a star adorns,
Emblem of his chaste desires -
All the rest is golden hair,
Laeken, Sept. 1816.

ODE.

ASTERIA Rocking the Cradle.
By Mr. GEORGE DYER.

"TIS fair Asteria's sweet employ,
To rock you little restless boy:
Tho' small that cradle, it contains
Treasure, beyond a King's domains.
Not all Arabia's spicy store,
Not all Golconda's glittering ore,
Elysian fields, nor Eden's grove,
Could buy that httle restless love.
Dear babe! the fair Asteria cries;
Dear babe! the listening muse replies;
While here a faithful guard we keep,
Dear babe, enjoy the honied sleep.

Now bush, the sobs! now hush, the cries!
Lo gentle slumbers close his eyes!
And here a faithful guard we keep,
Sweet babe enjoy the honied sleep.
Fre von fair orb, that rules the sky,
Beau'd on that little stranger's eye;
Fre yet with feeble voice it wept,
Close in the silent womb it slept.
And, who can tell the bitter smart
That pierc'd Asteria's trembling heart?
Yet sure there's magic in that boy,
That wakes the soft parental joy.

Still on Asteria's languid face
The primrose paleness keeps its place:
Yot o'er that face what brilliant hues
Can this, beloved babe diffuse !

How sweet beside the cradle's brink, In musing state to gaze and think! No daisied bank, no green bill's side, So shines in Nature's decent pride. Now see the babe unclose his eyes! And see the mother's transports rise! How every feature charms her sight! How every motion wakes delight! What rising beauties there she views! The rosy lip, the polish'd nose, The slender eyebrow budding thin, The velvet cheek, the dimpling chin. Anon she views the sparkling eye, The lifted hand, the tuneful cry ; She traces out his future doom. And, hastening on thro' years to come,

"Haply he'll plead Religion's canse;
Or weep o'er Freedom's bleeding laws;
Or feel the Poet's sacred rage;
Or trace the dark Historic page."
Nor is so sweet the sweetest gale,
That breathes across the silent vale,
From myrtle grove, or garden's bloom,
As is the honied breath's perfume.
At length she breathes the fervent prayer:
Great God, oh! make my child thy care!
And may his future actions be

Sacred to virtue, dear to thee!
Whatever fortune then betide,
Thou shalt his portion still abide;
And when the course of life is run,
Give him a never-withering crown.

If there is aught on earth could make us deem, [clay, That man is somewhat more than fragile It is that such a spirit does not seem Fram'd with its fleshly covering to decay: Oh, if a soul like his can pass away, And into dull annihilation go; Who ou this stormy scene would lingering stay [woe, To drain the last dregs of his draught of But quit the bitter cup, and rest in peace below?

Then let us rather hope (though faint may be

Th' assurance) that we meet again above: Our purer essence there may mingle free With what on earth it hardly dared to love. That life these mortal barriers shall remove, That long the kindred soul's communion part. (prove, No more that cold obstruction shail we When here the struggling bosom strives [nial hear!! Its vivid feeling's flash on some congeOne, who at times hath laid his youthful hand,

to dart

scann'd,

Albeit with holy rev'rence, on the lyre, When such a page as Harold's he had Linquire, Would, turning to his conscious breast, * Aud am I too a Poet?-and retire. While such a Bard awakes the living strain, Enough for him in silence to admire, Or, if he raise his powerless voice again, Tis but to feel himself how poor, how weak, how vain!

Canterbury, Nov. 1816.

ARTHUR BROɔke.

SONNET

To Mrs. P, the unremitting Attendant, for many years past, on her aged Mother, Mrs. B- -; with a Repository Almanack for 1817.

PATTERN of Constancy! whose filial

love

Is equal'd only by thy friendships true; Again doth the expiring year approve,

And bid me all my old respect renew: Accept th' accustom'd tribute of the time, In memory of thy perfections c'ear; Perfections, so unusually sublime,

That, tho' we copy not, we must revere, Emblem of thee, observ'd from day to day, Time's Register a steady friend appears; Which to Eternity still points the way,

Denoting the approach of future years: For, though the seasous change, Time ne[keeps. ver sleeps, But, like thy goodness, constant progress Dec. 31, 1816. R. S. W.

* "And I too am a Painter," was the expression of Corregio, after viewing for some time, in silence, the Works of some of the greatest masters of his age.

On Love-affairs, of import high! To kind Anacreon a slave,

I owe myself, and all I have: Charm'd Venus, for a graceful hymu Of praises, barter'd me to him, And kindly us❜d, I willing serve,' Nor ever from my duty swerve. This perfume and this note I bear To lov'd Anacreon's favour'd fair, To Celestine, the loveliest maid That ever yet his bosom sway'd; Whom Venus from the first design'd To reign with softness o'er his mind ! Soon, my Anacreon says, that he From servitude will set me free; But, even should he me release, My cheerful service ne'er shall cease; For, what good reason, pray, have I O'er hills, or vales, or plains to fly? To seek the woods, the founts, the fields, And taste alone what Nature yields? Fed at Anacreon's lib'ral board,

I love my inaster, and my lord ;'
For his luxurious bread I eat,

And from his palms e'en peck the treat;
Nay, even quench my thirst in wine
He drinks himself, in draughts divine!
Then, thus eating and thus drinking,
Why should I of change be thinking!
While feasted thus, I'd rather show
The duty as a slave I owe;
Dance to Anacreon's tender strings,
Cool, or conceal him, with my wings,
And sleep, fatigu'd, upon his lyre,
Than tempt the changing seasons' ine!"
"Kind Dove"-"Nay cease, for I must ge,.
All's told-I've prated like a crow ;.
Aud I shall to my master seem
As sluggish as the Northern team'."
R. S. W.