well the subject suits his noble mind! fellow feeling makes us wond'rous kind."

h! wonder-working LEWIS! Monk, or Bard, o fain wouldst make Parnassus a church-yard! 260 wreaths of yew, not laurel, bind thy brow,

Muse a Sprite, Apollo's sexton thou!

ether on ancient tombs thou tak'st thy stand, gibb'ring spectres hailed, thy kindred band; racest chaste descriptions on thy page,

›lease the females of our modest age,

oleridge's Poems, page 11. Songs of the Pixies, i. e. DevonFairies, page 42, we have," Lines to a Young Lady," and page Lines to a Young Ass."

grey men,"—" wild yagers," and what

honour, thee, and WALTER SCOTT:

! If tales like thine may please,

e can vanquish the disease;

self with thee might dread to dwell,

ull discern a deeper hell.

It guise, surrounded by a choir elting, not to Vesta's fire,

one knows little Matt's an M. P."- -See a Poem n THE STATESMAN, supposed to be written by Mr.

sweet, but as immoral in his lay!

ev'd to condemn, the Muse must still be just, r spare melodious advocates of lust.

re is the flame which o'er her altar burns;

m grosser incense with disgust she turns: t, kind to youth, this expiation o'er, bids thee, "mend thy line and sin no more."

or thee, translator of the tinsel song,

whom such glittering ornaments belong,

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ernian STRANGFORD! with thine eyes of blue*

1 boasted locks of red, or auburn hue,

The reader who may wish for an explanation of this, may refer RANGFORD'S CAMOENS," page 127, note to page 56, or to the 1 of the Edinburgh Review of STRANGFORD's Camoens.

u to gain thy verse a higher place

Camoens in a suit of lace?

NGFORD! mend thy morals and thy taste;

t pure, be amorous, but be chaste: 300 eive; thy pilfer'd harp restore,

e Lusian Bard to copy MOORE.

arble-cover'd volumes view

vain attempting something new:

spin his comedies in rhyme,

WOOD and BARCLAY walk, 'gainst time,

e remarked, that the things given to the public, as ns, are no more to be found in the original Portuguese, f Solomon.

"Music's Triumphs" all who read may swear t luckless Music never triumph'd there*.

Moravians rise! bestow some meet reward dull Devotion-lo! the Sabbath Bard, ulchral GRAHAME, pours his notes sublime, nangled prose, nor e'en aspires to rhyme,

aks into blank the Gospel of St. Luke, boldly pilfers from the Pentateuch;

HAYLEY 100 most notorious verse productions, are "Triumphs

er," and "Triumphs of Music."

He has also written mu As he is rather an elega

dy in rhyme, Epistles, &c. &c. r of notes and biography, let us recommend POPE's Advice IERLEY, to Mr. H's consideration; viz. "to convert his poet

rose,” which may be easily done by taking away the final syll 'each couplet.