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Pursue the track thy ardent genius shows,
That like the sun illumines where it goes ;
Travel the various map of Science o'er,
But O forgive, if touched with fond regret
Recalls the vacant smile, the social hours
Which charmed us once, for once those scenes were ours !
And while thy praises through wide realms extend,
Itself a sea, and rushes to the main ;
While its firm banks repel conflicting tides,
And stately on its breast the vessel glides ;
While yet a stream the silent vale it cheered, By many a recollected scene endeared,
Where trembling first beneath the poplar shade He tuned his pipe, to suit the wild cascade.
AN INVENTORY OF THE FURNITURE
IN DR. PRIESTLEY'S STUDY.
A MAP of every country known,
With not a foot of land his own.
A list of folks that kicked a dust
On this poor globe, from Ptol. the First;
Some day to get a corner there.
of all the British kings,
Writ a great while ago, they tell us,
A Juvenal to hunt for mottos ;
And Ovid's tales of nymphs and grottos.
Like new-made glass, set by to cool,
Before it bears the workman's tool.
A blotted proof-sheet, wet from Bowling. +
“How can a man his anger hold in?”—
A chaos dark, nor land nor water ;
New books, like new-born infants, stand,
Waiting the printer's clothing hand ;-
Their limbs unfashioned all, and rude,
Like Cadmus' half-formed men appear;
One rears a helm, one lifts a spear,
And feet were lopped and fingers torn
Before their fellow limbs were born;
A leg began to kick and sprawl
Which quiet as a mushroom lay