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O! whilst on earth she bends her modest eye,
That I could gaze upon those blushing cheeks !
From all my soul holds dear, so soon to part ?
Marian swears, That none, but me, shall in her bosom reign; Farewell then, now farewell to all my cares ! Farewell to love-lorn Hammond's plaintive strain,
TO A DULL STORY-TELLER,
You're proud, because when you relate
Your dull, long-winded stories,
Of laughter loud the roar is.
words are true
R. A. D.
RUINS OF ATHENS.
BY THE REV, HENRY BOYD,
TRANSLATOR OF DANTE.
ARGUMENT. Introduction. General proposition and division of the subject. Situations most favourable to freedom. Origin of Athenian Liberty. Effects of the Republican Spirit. Causes of the corruption of their Orators, Poets, and Philosophers, with its influence on their moral opinions.
OH! for a voyage to th’ Antipodes,
his meshes to the winds away!
* Written in the summer of 1790, at the time of the dispute with the Spaniards, about the trade of Nootka Sound.
Of drowsiest potency, the minds to lull
With amorous ditties, such as Hindoo's God Breathes in sweet magic o'er the softened clime, Compose their slumbers ! Her enervate notes The Gallic muse will lend, which sooth'd the swains Of Narbonne and Tolosa's tribes of yore.
They can be spar'd, for now the Gallic muse Flings by the Lydian Aute, and thro' the trump Breathes the long Eleutherian strain, that wakes The startled nations round, to royal ears Discordant, as the screech owl's fatal dirge Which sung the fall of + DUNCAN. Oh! what
* Some warm expressions in favour of the aspect which, in 1790, the Gallic revolution seemed to exhibit will, perhaps, be pardoned by those who contemplated it nineteen years ago. + Macbeth,
The royal Pedagogue has lost his rod ! His school is all broke loose! the very walls Long echoing to his pupils' groans, are laid Flat as the battlements of Jericho! Ah ill-starr'd tutor, was it then for thee To let thy train forsake thy rigid lore, To join the Saturnalia of the West And catch contagion from that * madding band, Which claim'd a right of gamboling, unknown To thee and thine? And now, like swarming bees They “sport amid the liquid noon." Elate With most triumphant minstrelsie, they scorn The Dust abundant by thy minions flung To check their wild excursions, and allure The rebels to their hives. The tinkling tones Redoubling from SEQUANA, and the din From Liger's banks they scorn! for hark, afar The Belgian swarm has burst away! no more They dread the winged harbingers of ill. Ah! may the rovers find the genuine flowers That give the rich, mellifluous store, belov’d By gods and men ! for much I fear, the love Of freedom long deny'd, may lead them on To taste their bane in those seducing fields Where grow the venon-breathing flowers, adorn'd With lovely petals, whose alluring scent Spread desolation thro' the Attic hives And laid Hymettus waste! Oh for the muso Of Maro, to direct your roving flight Where no, gay blossom lures the busy kind, To vegetable poison, for the sweets Of the wild-breathing thyme! Had he but liv'd These wonders to behoid, to spy the rise
Of Freedom in the west, while Tyranny,
Yet we may tell beneath what genial star
+ Aristaus, see Virg. Geo. here