Shewing, how very good you are- IV Dear Rain! if I've been cold and shy, We three, you mark! and not one more! So many sad things to let out; V. And this I'll swear to you, dear Rain! Yet with kind heart, and right good will, Nor should you go away, dear Rain! But only now, for this one day, Do go, dear Rain! do go away. THE VISIT OF THE GODS. IMITATED FROM SCHILLER. EVER, believe me, Appear the Immortals, Never alone: Scarce had I welcomed the sor row-beguiler, Tacchus! but in came boy Cupid, the smiler; How shall I yield you Due entertainment, Celestial quire? Me rather, bright guests! with your wings of upbuoyance Bear aloft to your homes, to your banquets of joyance, soul! O give me the nectar! O fill me the bowl! Give him the nectar! Pour out for the poet! Quicken his eyes with celestial dew, That Styx the detested no more he may view, ELEGY, IMITATED FROM ONE OF AKENSIDE'S BLANK-VERSE INSCRIPTIONS. EAR the lone pile with ivy overspread, Fast by the rivulet's sleep-persuading sound, Where "sleeps the moonlight" on yon verdant bed O humbly press that consecrated ground! For there does Edmund rest, the learned swain! Like some tall tree that spreads its branches wide, But soon did righteous heaven her guilt pursue! Where'er with wildered steps she wandered pale, Still Edmund's image rose to blast her view, Still Edmund's voice accused her in each gale. With keen regret, and conscious guilt's alarms, Go, Traveller! tell the tale with sorrow fraught: THE DESTINY OF NATIONS. A VISION. USPICIOUS Reverence! Hush all meaner song, Ere we the deep preluding strain have To the Great Father, only rightful King, Beneath Whose shadowy banners, wide unfurled, Such symphony requires best instrument. Seize, then, my soul! from Freedom's trophied dome The harp which hangeth high between the shields Of Brutus and Leonidas: With that Strong music, that soliciting spell, force back Earth's free and stirring spirit that lies entranced. For what is freedom, but the unfettered use Of all the powers which God for use had given? But chiefly this, Him first, Him last to view Through meaner powers and secondary things Effulgent, as through clouds that veil His blaze. For all that meets the bodily sense I deem |