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TO SIR HENRY VANE.

And post o'er land and ocean

without rest; VANE, young in years, but in sage They also serve who only stand counsel old,

and wait." Than whom a better senator

MILTON. he'er held The helm of Rome, when gowns,

SONNET. not arms, repelled The fierce Epirot, and the Afri- | 0, for my sake do you with Fortune can bold,

chide, Whether to settle peace, or to unfold The guilty goddess of my harmful The drift of hollow states, hard

deeds, to be spelled;

That did not better for my life proThen to advise how War may,

vide, best upheld,

Than public means, which public Move by her two main nerves,

manners breeds. iron and gold,

Thence comes it that my name reIn all her equipage: besides to

ceives a brand, know

And almost thence my nature is Both spiritual power and civil,

subdued what each means,

To what it works in, like the dyer's What severs each, thou hast

hand: learned, which few have done: Pity me then, and wish I were reThe bounds of either sword to thee

newed; we owe:

Whilst, like a willing patient, I will Therefore on thy firm hand

drink Religion leans

Potions of eyesell, 'gainst my strong In peace, and reckons thee her

infection: eldest son.

No bitterness that I will bitter think, Milton. Nor double penance, to correct cor

rection.

Pity me then, dear friend, and I ON HIS BLINDNESS.

assure ye,

Even that your pity is enough to WHEN I consider how my light is

cure me. spent,

SHAKSPEARE. Ere half my days, in this dark

world and wide, And that one talent which is PORTRAIT OF ADDISON.

death to hide, Lodged with me useless, though | PEACE to all such! but were there my soul more bent

one whose fires To serve therewith my Maker, and True genius kindles, and fair fame present

inspires; My true account, lest he returning Blest with each talent and each art

to please, “Doth God exact day-labor, light And born to write, converse, and deviel?”

live with ease; I fondly ask: But Patience, to Should such a man, too fond to rule prevent

alone, That inumur, soon replies, “God Bear, like the Turk, no brother near doth not need

the throne, Either man's work, or his own View him with scornful, yet with gifts; who best

jealous eyes, Bear his mild yoke, they serve him And late for arts that caused himbest: his state

self to rise; Is kinely; thousands at liis bidding Damn with faint praise, assent with speed,

civil leer,

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And, without sneering, teach the Pleased Vaga echoes through her rest to sneer;

winding bounds, Willing to wound, and yet afraid to | And rapid Severn hoarse applause strike,

resounds. Just hint a fault, and hesitate dislike; Who hung with woods yon mounAlike reserved to blame, or to com

tain's sultry brow? mend,

From the dry rock who bade the A timorous foe, and a suspicious

waters flow? friend;

Not to the skies in useless columns Dreading even fools, by flatterers

tost, besieged,

Or in proud falls magnificently lost, And so obliging that he ne'er obliged; But clear and artless, pouring Like Cato, give his little senate laws,

through the plain Aud sit attentive to his own applause; llealth to the sick, and solace to the Whilst wits and Templars every sen

swain. tence raise,

Whose causeway parts the vale with And wonder with a foolish face of

shady rows? praise:

Whose seats the weary traveller reWho but must laugh, if such a one

pose? there be ?

Who taught that heaven-directed Who would not weep, if Atticus

spire to rise ? were he?

“ The Man of Ross," each lisping POPE. babe replies.

Behold the market-place with poor

o'erspread! LINES TO ALEXANDER POPE.

The Man of Ross divides the weekly Wule malice, Pope, denies thy page

bread:

IIe feeds yon almshouse, neat, but Its own celestial fires;

void of state, While critics, and while bards in rage,

Where age and want sit smiling at Admiring, won't admire:

the gate: While wayward pens thy worth as

Him portioned maids, apprentice sail,

orphans blest, And envious tongue- decry;

The young who labor, and the old These times, though many a friend

who rest. bewail,

Is any sick? The Man of Ross reThese times bewail not I.

lieves,

Prescribes, attends, the medicine But when the world's loud praise is

makes and gives. thine,

Is there a variance? enter but his And spleen no more shall blame:

door, When with thy Homer thou shalt Balked are the courts, and contest is shine

no more: In one unclouded fame:

Despairing quacks with curses fled

the place, When none shall rail, and every lay And vile attorneys, now a useless race. Devote a wreath to thee;

Thrice happy man! enabled to pur. That day, (for come it will,) that day

Sie Shall I lament to see.

What all so wish but want the DAVID LEWIS.

power to do! Oh say, what suns that generous

hand supply? TIIE MAN OF ROSS. What mines to swell that boundless

charity? But all our praises why should lords Of debts ani taxes, wife and children engross?

clear, Rise, honest muse! and sing the This man possessed — five hundred Man of Russ:

pounds a year,

Blush grandeur, blush! proud courts, | And see all things despoiled of withdraw your blaze;

fallacies; Ye little stars! lide your diminished Thou shalt not peep through latrays.

tices of syes, And what? no monument, inscrip Nor hear through labyrinths of ears, tion, stone,

nor learn His race, his form, his name almost By circuit or collections to discern; unknown?

In heaven then straight know'st all Who builds a church to God, and

concerning it, not to fame

And what concerns it not, shall Will never mark the marble with his

straight forget. name,

There thou but in no other school PoPE.

mayst be Perchance as learned and as full as

she; ELEGY ON MISTRESS ELIZA She, who all libraries had thoroughly BETII DRCRY.

read

At home in her own thoughts, and She, of whose soul, if we may say,

practised 'twas gold,

So much good as would make as Her body was the Electrum, and did

many more. hold Many degrees of that; we understood Up, up, my drowsy soul! where tliy Her by her sight; her pure and elo

new ear quent blood

Shall in the angels' songs no discord Spoke in her cheeks, and so dis • hear: tinctly wrought,

Where thou shalt see the blessed That one might almost say, her body

Mother-maid thought.

Joy in not being that which men She, she thus richly, largely housed,

have said; is gone,

Where she's exalted more for being And chides us slow-paced snails who

good, crawl upon

Than for her interest of Motherhood : Our prison's' prison, Earth, nor Up to those Patriarchs, who did think us well

longer sit Longer than whilst we bear our Expecting Christ, than they've enlittle shell.

joyed him yet:

Up to those Prophets, who now What hope have we to know our

gladly see selves, when we

Their prophecies grown to be history: Know not the least things which l'p to the Apostles, who did bravely for our use be ?

run What Cæsar did, yea, and what | All the sun's course, with more Cicero said,

light than the sum: Why grass is green, or why our Up to those Martyrs, who did calmly blood is red,

bleed Are mysteries which none have Oil to the Apostles' lamps, dew to reached into;

their secil: In this low forin, poor soul, what Up to those Virgins, who thought wilt thou do?

that almost (when wilt thou shake off this | They maile joint-tenants with the pellantry

Holy Ghost, Of being caught by sense and fan If they to any should his Temple tasv?

gives Thou look'st through spectacles; Up, up, for in that sanadron there small things seem great

cloth live Below; but up into the watch-tower | She who hath carried thither new get,

degrees,

(As to their number,) to their digni- | Of inward happiness. We are selfish ties,

men;

Oh! raise is up, return to us again: She whom we celebrate is gone be- | And give us manners, virtue, frete fore:

dom, power. She who had here so much essential Thy soul was like a star, and dwelt jov,

apart: As no chance could distract, much Thou hadst a voice whose sound less destroy:

was like the sea : Who with God's presence was ac Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, quainted so,

free, (Hearing and speaking to him,) as So didst thion travel on life's common to know

way, Ilis face in any natural stone or tree In cheerful godliness; and yet thy Better than when in images they be:

heart Who kept by liligent devotion

The lowliest duties on herself did lay. God's image in such reparation

WORDSWORTH. Within her heart, that what decay

was grown Was her first Parent's fault, and not

WHEN THE ASSAULT WAS INher ow:

TENDED TO THE CITY. Who, being solicited to any act, Sull hearel God pleading his safe CAPTAIN or Colonel, or Kniglit in pre-contract:

arms, Who, by a faithful confidence was Whose chance on these defenceless here

door's may seize, Betrothell to God, and now is mar If(leed of honordiotheeerer please, riell there:

Guard them, and him within pruWhose twilights were more clear

tect from harins, than our mid-dity;

He can requite thee, for he knows Who dreamed devoutlier than most

the charms use to prily:

That call fame on such gentle acts Who being here filled with grace,

as these, yet sirove to be

And he can spread thy name o'er Both where more grace and more

lands and seas, capacity

Whatever clime the sun's bright At once is given. She to Heaven is

circle warms. gone,

Lift not thy spear against the Muses' Who maile this world in some pro

bower: portion

The great Emathian conqueror A Heaven, and here became into us

bill spare

The house of Pindarus, when Joy, (as our joys admit,) essential.

temple and tower DONNE. Went to the ground; and the repeated

air

Of sad Electra's poet had the poster TO MILTON.

To save the Athenian walls from

ruin bare. Milton! thou shouldst be living at

MILTOX, this hour: England hath need of thee: she is a fen

ROB ROY'S GRAVE. stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pet,

A FAMOUS man is Robin Hood, Firesiile, the heroic wealth of hall The English ballad-singer's jor! and bower,

An Scotland has a thief a good, Have forfeited their ancient English An outlaw of as daring mool; dower

She has her brave Rob Roy !

all

Then clear the weeds from off his , “ Allfreakishness of mind is checked; grave,

He tamed, who foolishly aspires : And let us chant a passing stave While to the measure of his might In honor of that hero brave!

Each fashions his desires.

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