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Poetical Efays:

Poetical Essays, &c.

for June 1784.


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The Invitation.

The duaile ftreams obey the guiding

hand, (Continaed from page 298.) And social pleaty circles round the HB museinvites,my DiLiA hafte

land. away, And let us sweetly waste che careless

But nobler praise awaits our green day.

retreats ; Here gentle summits lift their airy The muses here have fix'd their sacred brow ;

seats, Down the green flope here winds the Mark where it's simple front yon mixlabouring plough;

fion rears, Here, bath'd by frequent flow’rs, cool The nursery of men for future years ! vales are seen,

Here callow chiefs and embryo states Cloath'd with fresh verdure, and eter

men lie, nal green ;

And unfedg'd poets short excursions Here smooth canals, across the extend.

try, ed plain,

While Merley's gentle current, which Stretch their long arnas to join the dif- too long, tant main :

By famc negle&ted, and unknown to The sons of toil, with many & weary

song, Aroke,

Between his rufty banks (no poet's Scoop the hard bosom of the solid rock,

theme) Refifless thro’the Aiff opposing clay, Had crept inglorious, like a vulgar With Ateady patience work their grado ftream,

Refc&s th' ascending seats with con Compel the genius of th' unwilling

scious pride, flood,

And dares to emulate a claffic tide. Thro' the browa horrors of the aged Soft mufc breathes along cach op'aing wood;

Thade, Cross the lone wafte, the filver urn And fooths the dashing of his rough they pour,

cascade. And cheer the bárren heath or Cullen

With myftic lines his lands are kgor'd

o'er, The traveller with ploafing wonder secs And circles trx'd upon the letrer'a The white sail gleaming thro'the dusky thore.

Beneath his willows rove th' enquiring A views the alter'd landscape with youth, furprise,

And court the fair maje Aic form of And doubts the magic scenes which

truth. round him rise.

Here nature opens all her secret Now, like a flock of swaps, above his springs head

And heav'n born science plumes her Their woven wings the Aying vessels eagle-wings; spread ,

Too long had bigot rage, with malico Now meeting areams in artful mazes swellid, glide,

Crush'd her Atrong pinions, and her While cach pamingled pours a seperate Aight with-held;

Too long, to check her ardent process, ow thro' the hidden veins of earth

Atrove : they low,

So writhes the serpent round the bird And visit fulph'rous mines and caves of Jorot below;





When this, this little group their COUR

try calls From academic mades and learned

halls, To fix her laws, her fpirit to sustain, And light up glory trindber wide do

min! Their various tifles in different arts

display'd, Like temper'd tarmony of light an

Made, With friendly union in one mass shall

blend, And this adorn the fate, and that de.

fend. There the requester'd made liall cheap

Jy pieale, With learned labour and inglorious

eale: While trore, impeld by fome refillers

force, O'er feas and rocks fall urge their

ventrous course; Rich fruits, matur'd by glowing (uns,

behold, And China's graves of vegetable gold ; From every jand the various harveit

Spol, And bear their tribute to their native

lol: But tell each land (while every toil

they share, Frm to sustain, and resolute to dare,) Man is the nobler growth our realms

supply, And Souls are ripend in our north

ern sky.

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Hangs on her night, restrains her tow'.

ring wing, Twists it's dark folde, and points it's

venom'd sling. Yet fill (if aught aright the rule di

vine) Her risiog pride Mail mock the vain

desigo ; On sounding pinions yet a'ost háil

foar, And, tbro' the azure deep, untravel'd

paths explore. Where science (miles, the muses join

the train ; And gentlest arts, and purest manoers

reign. Ve generous youth, who love this fu.

dious thade, How rich a field is to your hopes dis

play'd ! Knowledge, to you, unlocks the claffic

page ; And virtue blossoms for a better age. Oh golden days! oh bright unvatu'd

hours ! What bliss (did ye but know that bliss)

was yours? With richest fiores your glowing bo

Com's fraught,
Perception quick, and luxury,

of thought ; The high deligns that leave the la

bouring loul, . Panting for fame impatient of controul; And lund enthuhadic thought, that

feeds On pi&ur'd tales of vart heroic deeds ; and quick alte&ions, kindling into

fame At yirtue's, or their country's, ho

nour'd name ; And spirus light, to every joy in tune ; And friendlip ardent, as the summer

nopný And geu'rous scorn of vice's venal

tribe , And proud disdain of intereft sordid

bribe ; And conscious honour's quick instinc

tive sense ; And smiles un forc'd ; and easy confi.

dence ; And vivid fancy; and clear simple

truth And all the mental bloom of vernal

youth. How bright the scene to fancy's eye

appears, Thro' the loag perspective of difani


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The patriot passion this shall Atrongly

III. feel,

Friends, parents, country, will I leave Ardent, and glowing with ündaunted Without one anxious figh ; zeal ;

For woes thall ne'er my borom heave,
With lips of fire Mall plead his coun- While love and thou art by.
try's cause

And vindicate the majesty of laws.., With thee; contented, hence to roam
This, cloath'd with Britain's thunder, To diftant lands; by sea,
spread alarms

And rebel prove to all at home,
Thro' the wide earth, and make the To all but love and thec.

pole with arms.
That; to the soupding lyre, his deeds

The Answer.
Enshrine his name in some imortal

HEN to my bosom come deir verre,

To long pofterity his praise consign,
And pay a life of hardships by a line.

Thy various doubts compose ;
While others; consecrate to higher No care Mall there thy breast invade,

Or troublė thy repose.
Whole hallow'd bosoms glow with


In me thou shalt a parent find
purer fames, i
Love in their heart; persuasion in their Nor can that lover prove unkind

A friend, a lover too ;
With words of peace shall charm the

To one so fair as you.

Draw the dread vale that wraps tho To you obediễnce. Thall he yield,
eternal throne,

And blefsed in thy charms;
And launch our souls into the bright With pleasure leave the laurel field,

And din of glorious arms.

Here ceale my long. Such arduous

No more thy rebel inalt thou claim.themes require

No more his steps pursue ;
A mafter's pencil and a poet's fire :

He glories in a subjects name,
Upequal far such bright defigns to

Subdu'd by love and you.
Too weak her, colours, and her lines

for the Boston MAGAZINB.
too faint,
My drooping muse folds up her lut-

A Prayer to Indifference. tering wing, And hides her head in the green lap of By Mrs. Greville. fpring.

FT I've implor'd the gods in


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And pray'd till I've been weary i
For the Boston MAGAZINE.

For once I'll try my wish to gain
Writen by an English Lady whó

Of Oberon the Fairy.
admired an American Officer Sweet airy being, wanton (prite,
that was a prisoner.

That lurk’ft in woods unseen ;

And oft, by Cynthia's filver light,
WITH thee, thro' dreary wilds Trip'At gaily o'er the green !

Where winged dangers fly, ; If e'er thy pitying heart was mord,
domindful of the threat'ning roe, As ancient Atories tell,
Whilft love and thou art by. And for the Athenian maid who lov'd,

You sought a wond’rous (pell.
for Thall one tho't perplex my mind,

Or vex my peaceful breast;

Oh! deign once more e exert the
But rapture, joy, and bliss, I'll find,

Of love asd thou poffeff.

Harly come herb of tree,


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Sov'reigo as juice of weftern Power,

Conceals a balm for me.

And what of life remains for me


I'll pass in sober ease, I ask no kind return in love,

Half pleas'd, contented will I be, No tempting charm to please ;

Content but half to please. Far from my heart those gifts remove

XVII. That tend to peace or ease.

Nor peace nor ease the heart cad VI Nor peace nor ease the heart can know Which, like the needle true, Which, like the needle true,

Turns to the touch of joy or woe,
'Turns at the touch of joy or woe, But turniog trembles too.
But turning trembles too.

Far as distress the soul can wound,

For the BosTON MAGAZINE. 'Tis pain in each degree :

HEE, Mary, with this ring Bliss goes but to a certain bourd ;

I wed,"
Beyond 18 agony.

So fixteen years ago, I said,

Behold another ring !..." for what?" Take then this treach'rous sense of

« Towed thee o'er agaia-- why not us mine,

With that firit ring I married youth, Which dooms me ftill to smart,

Grace, beauty, innocence and truth, Which pleasure can to pain refine,"

Tafelong admir'd ; sense long rever'd; To pain new pangs impart.

And all my Molly then appear'd.

If the, by merit fince disclos'd,
Oh hafte to shed the sacred balm !

Prove cwice the woman I supposid,
My shatier'd nerves new fring,
And for my guest, rerenely calm !

I plead that double merit now

To juftify a double vow. The nymph indifference bring.

Here then, to day (with faith as core, X.

With ardour as inteose and pure, At her approach, see hope, see fear,

As when amid'At the rights divine See expectation fly!

I took thy troth and plighted miue) And disappointment in the rear,

To tbee, sweet girl, my second ringi That blafts the promis'd joy.

A token and a pledge I bring i

With this I wed, till death us parts The tear which piry taught to flow,

Thy riper virtues to my heart ; The eye Mall then disown :

Thore virtues which belore votry'de The heart that melts for other's woe,

The wife lias added to the bride ; Small then starce feel it's own.

'Those virtues, whore progressive claimi, XII.

Endearing wedlock's very name, The wounds which now each moment

My soul enjoys, my song approves, bleed,,..).

For conscience sake as well as love's Each moment :hen mall clore, And tranquil days fhall fill succeed

For why?...they new me hour by To nights of calm repose. XIII.

Honour's high thought, affection's

pow'r, O fairy elí, but grant me this,

Discretion's deed, sound judgment's 'This one kind comfort fend!

sentence : Andro may never fading bliss

Aod teach me all things..-but---RE Thy flow'ry At ps attend.

So may the glow worms grimmering

For the Boston MAGAZINE.
Toy tiny lontsteps lead
Torme new region of delight, By a Lad of Seventeen.
Unknown to mortal tread.

And lie thy acorn-goblet fillid

With heaven's a mirolial dew,
Iron weet oft, freiheit fow's diftilld Fancy new joys,new conquefis, dreams
T.a: thods freth Sweets for you.





To those fofte scenes, where fare


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Where from the world (retiring beau. Deep link thy fighs, new joy thy ty's fhrine !)

strains inspire, In sleep's tweet chains the yielding Still charm'd! hear, ftill fan the pleaslimbs recline :

iog fire ; Where led by love, while dark’ning Warm lo my heart restless pasfions curtaios fhield,

rolig Light coquettes soften,and e'en prudes And love all-pow'rful storms my melttoo yield ;

ing soul! There, o Flavella ! from the heart Burst here my heart! Must thus thy receive,

formi appear, The soft effusions, that the mure can And I with patience this restriction give ;

bear? Her charms in vain, or prudes, or Muft absent far this lov'd, dear image fires controul,

lie, Verse ftill fteals on, Atill fooths the And diftant ftill, beheld in fancy's soft'ning rou!!

eye? Sweet as the gales that sweep Sabæ. Too cruel fate ! O love what pangs deao groves,

ftroy, Sort as the breeze when scarce the Impede thy pleasures, and controul Aspin moves,

thy joy! Thus run the lays when love inspires Too fatal opiate! Once imbib'd, adieu the song,

Ye hours of peace, ye sweets the world Thus the blett accents of the muses pursue ! tongue !

Incongruous bubble! mix'd with all O. when return'd the hours of fweet

the frife repose,

The pains and pleasures of unconftang When eve's mild beams, the day's gay

life. luftre clore ;

But ah, too oft, far other scenes When art's vain pow'rs th' unmask

arise, ing maid de part,

Far other views engage my refless And prompt by, nature, throbs the un

eyes. easy heart :

Now big rait'd tears each pleasing Then may this verse (nor thou my tho't remove, (air refuse.!).

Now e'en Flavella scorns Philario's Theo teli Flavella 'tis Philario (ues !

love ! Then to thy heart, his favourite par- Dispair, black fiend ! ftill baleful ho: sion, move,

vers o'er, And geotly whisper 'tis the tale of And bids, curs'd round ! bids think love.

of thee no more.

Hope! the last phantom of a lover's Say, shall unread the murmuring joys, lays return,

Now quits this heart, and poor deser. Voalwer'd Nill, too fond Philario

ter flies ! bura !

Gallanted now, so Flavia's form I Say, shell his fuit, thy baffling frowns


Now rivals haunting, so that form
Relentless fill, unkind Flavella chide?
Ah no!. This tho'i those smiles de. So, from thy smiles, from all thy fa-

vours hurl'd,
Those pitying smiles, inspire a new Dethronid Philario and a laughing

world! Thus seems my fair, with down con- While thus, fond fair ! thus rising Senting eyes,

doubts perplex, Thus kindly answering to the lay re. Thus hope and fear my soul alternate plies,

vex ! Too well, dear youth! thy conqu’ring Thus fancy's dreams, or griei, or joy paffione move,

supply, 100, well thou know'At thy rond Fla. As hope inspires, or fears that hope vella's love!

destroy ;

pursue !

blown joy ;

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