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PROGRESS OF POESY.

THEE the voice, the dance obey,
Tempered to thy warbled lay.
O'er Idalia's velvet green

The rosy-crowned Loves are seen,

On Cytherea's day,

With antic sports and blue-eyed Pleasures,

Frisking light in frolic measures;

Now pursuing, now retreating,

Now in circling troops they meet:
To brisk notes in cadence beating

Glance their many-twinkling feet.

Slow melting strains their Queen's approach declare :
Where'er she turns the Graces homage pay:
With arms sublime that float upon the air,

In gliding state she wins her easy way:

O'er her warm cheek and rising bosom move

The bloom of young Desire and purple light of Love.

GRAY.

AD POESIN.

TE Vox, te sequitur chorus,
Si quando liquidum protuleris melos.
Et quum Diva potens Cypri
Natalem Idaliæ concelebrat diem,
Tum vittis roseis Amor,
Exultatque levis turba Cupidinum,

Ludis juncta decentibus:

Tum nudo viriden pulsat humum pede
Audax Lætitiæ cohors:

Incedunt, celeres mox revocant gradus,
Turmæve orbibus invicem

Occurrunt, hilares dum resonant modi,
Concordesve pedes micant.

Adventum Veneris carmine languido

Lenti significant soni;
En! quacunque jacit lumina, Gratiæ
Reginam obsequio colunt.

Sublatis manibus Diva per æthera

Molli tendit iter via;

Pulcher purpuream vibrat Amor facem,

Læti et flamma Cupidinis

Matris perque genas perque sinum movet.

J. W. D.

THEIR GROVES O' SWEET MYRTLE.

THEIR groves o' sweet myrtle let foreign lands reckon,
Where bright beaming summers exalt the perfume;
Far dearer to me yon lone glen o' green breckan,
Wi' the burn stealing under the lang yellow broom.

Far dearer to me are yon humble broom bowers,
Where the blue-bell and gowan lurk lowly unseen;
For there lightly tripping amang the wild flowers,
A-listening the linnet, aft wanders my Jean.

Though rich is the breeze in their gay sunny valleys,
And cold Caledonia's blast on the wave;

Their sweet-scented woodlands that skirt the proud palace,
What are they?-The haunt of the tyrant and slave.

The slave's spicy forests and gold-bubbling fountains
The brave Caledonian views with disdain ;

He wanders as free as the winds of his mountains-
Save love's willing fetters, the chains o' his Jean.

BURNS.

BARNABY BRIGHT.

BARNABY BRIGHT he was a sharp cur;

He would make a great noise if a mouse did but stir;
But now he's grown old and can no longer bark,
He's condemned by the parson to be hung by the clerk.

GAMMER GURTON.

AD JOANNAM.

SUAVIA laudabunt alii myrteta coloni,

Qua nitidis ridet solibus auctus odor:
Carior illa mihi filicum viret avia vallis,
Celat ubi rivi flava genista fugam.

Carior illa humilis frondet mihi silva genistæ,
Quas bellis latebras quas hyacinthus amat;
Inter enim flores illos, ubi vernat acanthis,
Sæpe levem celerat nostra Joanna pedem,

Rideat æstivis peregrina in vallibus aura;
Scotia ventoso frigore verrat aquas:

Silva quid est, celsas redolens quæ suspicit ædes?—
Mosta domus servi, mosta ferocis heri.

Aurifluos Scotus fontes et odora vireta,
Serviles, spectat fortis et odit, opes;
It vagus, it liber, patrio cum flamine-vinclis
Solus Amor gratis, sola Joanna tenet.

B. H. K.

BARNABÆOCANDIDUS.

BARNABÆOCANDIDUS Molossus acer erat,
Latrabat ille fortiter si mus se commoveret :
Nequit senex nunc latrare, et canicida Pontifex
Damnavit illum laqueo, et Clericus est carnifex.

H. D.

PEACE.

I HAVE found Peace in the bright earth,
And in the sunny sky;

By the low voice of summer seas,
And where streams murmur by.

I find it in the quiet tone
Of voices that I love;

By the flickering of a twilight fire,
And in a leafless grove:

I find it in the silent flow
Of solitary thought,

In calm half-meditated dreams,
And reasonings self taught.

But seldom have I found such Peace,
As in the soul's deep joy
Of passing onward, free from harm,
Through every day's employ.

If gems we seek, we only tire,
And lift our hopes too high:

The constant flowers that line our way
Alone can satisfy.

ALFORD.

THE GRENADIER.

WHO comes here?-A grenadier.
What d'ye want?-A pot of beer.
Where's your money?—I forgot.
Get you gone, you drunken sot!

GAMMER GURTON.

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