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Written on hearing that the Inhabitants of
GLASGOW intended to erect a Monument WHY heaves Britannia’s bosom high?
to LIEUT.-Gen, Sir Joun MOORE, who Why o'er her cheek the grateful tear Bursts from her anguish-speaking eye,
was born in that City. While gazing on yon coming bier ? BLEST be the Chief who for his country
dies, 'Tis thine, illustrious Moore, 'tis thine; And rests unshrouded in a soldier's grave ;
For thee her tortur'd bosom bleeds, A grateful nation points where honour lies, For thee she weaves the wreath divine, And consecrates the ashes of the brave. A tribute to thy glorious deeds.
Ye kindred sons of silver flowing Clyde, Yet, what avails the burst of wo,
Pursile your just and generous design; The empty honours of a name ;
Moore was your ancient City's boast and In deach the gallane Chief lies low,
pride; Heedless, alike, of grief and fame. Glory demands, and ye devote the shrine. But nature's voice resistless cries,
Peace to his Shade! In early youth belov'd, Resistless flows the gushing tear :
The splendour of his riper years admir'd,
His skill and valour by his King approv'd, The wreaths of fame unbidden rise, To deck a tomb for ever dear.
And every soldier by his deeds inspir'd.
Victorious! Yet the Gallant Victor fell, His country's hope, his country's pride,
His memory to his country ever dear, He scorn'd the Tyrant's rage to fear ; Marble or bronze shall of his triumph tell, With glory crown'd, he bravely died,
While Friendship bathes the trophy with a And conquering clos'd his bright career. When gameless years have rolld away, Columns may rise, the arch sublimely bend,
Some Briton on Corunna's shore, To grace and dignify the warrior's name; While swells his glowing breast, shall say, But the fond heart, which sighs and sor.
In Freedom's cause here died the gal rows rend, lant Moore.'
B. Deplores the fatal sacrifice to Fame.
Dreadful, against the councing shore, ON THE HERO WHO FELL AT CORONNA. The winds and waves cumultuous roar, INTREPID, firm, and void of fear, The corrent-hraving mound in vain
When may a soldier shed a tear? The stormy inroad would restrain, When may he, drown'd in anguish wild, The surges, with resistless sway, Go sorrowing like an orphan child?
Force o'er the labour'd mole their way, What sight to him shall grief impart ?
Scorn every weak resource of human coil, What sight alone subdue a herre
O'erwhelm'd the peopld town, and waste Which mortal peril dares defy ?
the cultur'd soil. 'Tis this to see a Hero die !
But when, by native fences barrid Like him who fell on Abram's height,
From billowy rige, the happier land, A champion of Britannia's Right;
And rocky clisis for ever stand Like him who sleeps in Malta's Isle,
To the wide-water d coast a guard, The Veteran of the Plains of Nile;
Such as on Vecia's southern steep Like him the foremost Son of War,
Look down deliance on the raging deep,
And idly beat against the shore,
While from the heights sublime the swain On WALLACE; or the Vale of ELLERSLIE. Mocks the vain efforts of the foaming mair, THIS rising bard sweeps sweetly o'er Till nature bids the delug'd surge subside, the string,
Hush'd is the tempest's voice, and refluent While the heroic Wallace is the theme; rolls the tide. The memory of the days of old he brings, So o'er Europa's ravaged plain
And in a raptur'd song, t' immortal fame, We saw the torrent wild of war
Of our great forefather consigns the name. Resist less spread its iron reign, From heav'n's high height,spirit of Wallace, And scatter roin wide and far : smile,
The embattled wall, the warlike band, When from the mountains of thy native Vainly the Tyrant's course withstand; vale,
Before the impious sons of Gaul Thou hear'st these strains, and musing, The legions fly, the bulwarks fall; think'st the while,
Yer Britain's floating castles sweep
Securer by her patriot arm,
While, freely floating in the anbient sky, Safe on time's tide may they be borne along, Sacred to Freedom's cause, their mingled
And ever grateful live to distant times; ensigns fly.
To the Editor. To Wallace name; and thou, O heavenly
Epitaphs are innumerable. Many are With thoughts and words sublime the bard not worth preserving, some are curious, inspire !
a few are excellent. The following may Lo! as the poble subject he pursues,
be amusing to some of your readers.-His efforts Caledonia grateful views ;
Their insertion will oblige your most Lo! with a bright'ning glory now he
1. On BURBIDGE a Tragedian. Fame with a circling laurel now his head entwines.
2. On PIRON, by himself.
Ci git Piron, qui ne fut rien,
Pas meme Académicien.
3. On WILLIAM WRAY., When the pale moon malignant rides, Here lyeth, wrapt in clay, And bids the howling tempest sise,
The body of William Wray. And swells the ocean's briny tides,
I have no more to say.
4. On, John Wuite, Esq. M. P. 1640. That form, which like the morning sun Here lies a Juhn, á burning, shining light, Diffusing pleasure as the plant it chears; Whose Name, Life, Actions, all alike were
That voice, than which no melody afar, Wurte.
Borne on the silence of ghe cwilight star, 5. Ben JOHNSON's on his eldest son, an
And, by the gently wafting gale along, infant.
With softer murmur yields his even song,
Words, sweet as nectar, from her lips Rest in soft peace; and (asked) say, would flow, Here dotā lie
To chide misfortune and relieve my woe, Ben Johnson his best piece of Poetrie. Whilst all the bliss a mariner can feel, 6.
As from the friendly shore the zephyrs
steal, Vixi, peccavi, penitui, Naturae cessi.
Anxious to quaff Arabia's spicy gale, 7. On Q. ELIZABETH.
And all the fragrance of the breeze inhale, Juno poténs sceptris, et mentis acumine Ecstatic gave, and such delight he knew.
Such praise the envied object of her view Pallas, Et roseo Veneris fulget in ore decor ;
How sweet a trivial semblance to descry, Adfuit Elizabeth-Juno perculsa refugit,
How passing sweer, to mark with tearful Obstupuit Pallas, erubuitque Venus.
A few lov'd lineaments of those we prize, 8. On WICKLIFF, by a Monk. As fancy veils chem with their native dies, The Devil's instrument, Church's enemy, But oh what voice can bold conception
find, People's confusion, Heretick's idol, Hypocrite's mirror; Schisme's broacher, Hat. To speak the transport of the blessed mind, red's sower, Lies' forger, Flattery's sink ; As, o'er the thought a charnier lov'd before who ac his death despaired like Cain, and Affection bending, learns to love it more, stricken by the horrible judgement of God, To mark the line that swells to be perus’d, breathed forth his wicked soul to the dark Tu kiss the words on which Euphemia mansions of the black Devil.
Nay, to hold converse with a kindred soul, 9. On Stephen the Fiddler.
For me the sweet responsive numbers roll, Stephen and time are now both even;
For me the devious accent flows along Stephen beat time, now time's beat Stephen. In all the breathing eloquence of song.
Can fancy trace no echoing virtue here, To be continued.
To taste congenial, to affection dear?
No beauteous unison that gently flows, EUPHEMIA.
To mark the soft vibration as it rose ? IF, in the polish'd verse, I rightly
trace, Yes-mutual truth, and mutual candor Stamp of that mind, so like her beau shine; teous face,
And kindred thought pervades each tender Great counterpart ! on which I lov'd to line, dwell,
Glows in the breathing word that knows no And dwelling fondly ever lov'd so well, guile, Euphemia's it surely stands confest, Pure as the language of the dimpled smile, Euphemia dearest to my faithful breast, True, as in unison it once could flow, 0 could that form in living beauty rise, In all the warmth of nature's kindling glow, Real, as oft it met my longing eyes, Fancy shall point me to a better part, When dubious, taughc co snatch a transient Aud wake to ecstacy the tender heert, gleam,
As, on the wings of love it seems to soar, of joy and hope-a visionary dream. To some blest region unattain'd before, Or could that voice, nu fancied bliss, im- Where the soft musings of Euphemia's part
voice The soothing balm of comfort to my heart. Seem to reprove my mercenary choice, Invoke as ofc a paradise to view
And bid me clasp the joys of life's increase, As fond imagination will renew,
When all is wisdom, harmony, and peace, I'd own the recollection's bounteous pow's, In those romantic groves, prefer to trace, Bid mem'ry wake to bless che frequent "The silent wonders of the flow'ry race, hour,
Seek in the shade the blest relief it bears, And, as I sought to recompense the past, And leave the world, its folly and its cares, Lament that envious days decline so fast, She seems to whisper, as my vows arise, Then would I think my verse, cho' dear it And hope shall waft their incense to the prove,
7. A. A faithless granscript of my ardent love, London, 1808.
Sae ye niay mak' my lairdships thine,
I've tauld them a' sincerely 0.
I'll prie yere bonnie mou’lassie.
Sae sang I to my bonnie maid, Was gleamin' thro' the storm,
And pried her lovely lippie 0, Wild wandrin' 'mid night's dreary maze, Her rosy cheek to mine I laid Aproach'd a maid forlorn.-
And took the tither sippie O.
While wooster Jock, wi' gloomie glowr, « O sair sair drives the bitter blast,
Bang’t up the mucchkin pingle 0;
And when I kiss'd his trysted flow'r
I'll prie yere bonnie mou’ lassie.
Wi' musin' potions dizzy O,
Gae thro' Pegasus wings a keek,
bonnie hizzie O! “ And does my Lord forget that voice He swore by Heliconian spring, He ought sae well to know;
Nae mair to mount Pegasus O;
His fancy soar'd on higher wing
Amang the bonnie lasses, O. “ My Rosa, once !-my Rose no more!
l'll prie yere honnie mou' lassie.
A hame-spun loon, wi' bonnet blue,
The gill-stoup was caressin' o,
“ Cries, Wow the warld's turn'd, I trow,
For sin' is grace embracin' o!
A tough-tried saunt, o' Cameron's race,
Gaz'd wi' true gospel rapture O;
And cries, My bairn, o'gifts o' grace
Ye con a bonnie chapter 0.
I'll prie yere bonnie mou' lassie.
My thrillin' heart wi' lovin' beat,
Against my breast gade thumpin' O,
My bluid arous'd wi' genial heat,
Her e'en like starnies set in blue,
Her tender smile, sic witchcraft threw,
R. G. Wad nature's self illumine O.
I'll prie your bonnie mou' lassie.
Though rough frae nature's quarry torn,
Nor polish'd by instruction o,
And college-taught correction O.
I hae a saul and duntin' heart,
Wha'e'er was the creator 0,
I'll prie yere bonnie mou' lassie.
Though now my youthfu' bluid he warm,
O ravens wing my tresses O,
And fancy still has pow'r to charm
A sigh frae 'mang the lasses O.
I'll store up a' my love for thee,
And press ye to my bosom 0,
Your wisdom's bloom will pleasure me,
When eild has cropt yere blossom 0.
I'll prie yere bonnie mou’lassie.
Ist Sept. 1808. S