Then the firm arch shall stem the roaring tide,

And join thofe countries which the ftreams divide !
Then villas rife of true Palladian proof,

And the proud palace rear it's ample roof;
Then ftatelier temples to the skies afcend,
Where mix'd with nobles mighty kings may bend,
Where Poverty may fend her fighs to Heaven,
And Guilt return, repent, and be forgiven.
Such are the fruits which facred Peace imparts,
Sweet nurfe of liberty and learned arts!

These she reftores-O! that she could restore
Life to thofe Britons who now breathe no more;
Who in the embattled field undaunted flood,
And greatly perish'd for their country's good;
Or who, by rage of angry tempefts tofs'd,
In whirlpools of the whelming main were loft.
Ye honour'd shades of chiefs untimely flain!
Whose bones lie scatter'd on some foreign plain;
That now perchance by lonely hind are seen
In glittering armour gliding o'er the green;
Ye! that beneath the cold cerulean wave
Have made the watery element your grave,
Whose wandering spirits haunt the winding shore,
Or ride on whirlwinds while the billows roar,
With kind protection fill our isle defend,
(If fouls unbodied can protection lend)
Still o'er the king your fhadowy pinions fpread,
And in the day of danger fhield his head ;
Your bright examples fhall our pattern be,
To make us valiant, and to keep us free.

A MI

MINT A.

AN ELEGY.

BY THE REV. MR. GERRARD.

N o'ergrown wood my wandering steps invade,

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With furface mantled in untrodden fnow; Dire haunt! for none but favage monsters made, Where frosts descend, and howling tempefts blow.

Here, from the search of bufy mortals stray'd,
My woe-worn foul shall hug her galling chain :
For fure, no foreft boafts too deep a shade,
No haunt too wild, for misery to remain.

O my Aminta! dear diftracting name!

Late all my comfort, all my fond delight; Still writhes my foul beneath it's torturing flame, Still thy pale image fills my aching fight!

When fhall vain Memory flumber o'er her woes?
When to oblivion be her tale refign'd?

When fhall this fatal form in death repose,
Like thine, fair victim, to the dust confign'd?

Again the accents faulter on my tongue;
Again, to tear the confcious tear fucceeds;
From sharp reflection is the dagger fprung,
And Nature, wounded to the centre, bleeds.

Ye bitter skies! upon the tale defcend;

Ye blafts, tho' rude your vifits, lend an ear; Around, ye gentler oaks, your branches bend; And, as ye liften, drop an icy tear!

'Twas

"Twas when the step with confcious pleasure roves,

Where round the fhades the circling woodbines throng; When Flora wantons o'er th' enamell'd

groves,

And feather'd choirs indulge the amorous fong:

Infpir'd by duteous love, I fondly ftray'd,
Two milk-white doves officious to enfnare;
Beneath a filent thicket as they play'd,
A grateful prefent for my fofter fair.

But, ah! in fmiles no more they met my fight,
Their ruffled heads lay gafping on the ground:
Where-my dire emblem!-a rapacious kite
Tore their soft limbs, and strew'd their plumes around.

The tear of pity stole into my eye;

While ruder paffions in their turn fucceed;

Forbid the victims unreveng'd to die,

And doom the author of their wrongs to bleed.

With hafty step, enrag'd, I homewards ran ;

Curfe on my speed! th' unerring tube I brought;

That fatal hour my date of woe began,

Too sharp to tell, too horrible for thought!

Difaft'rous deed! irrevocable ill!

How shall I tell the anguish of my fate! Teach me, remorfelefs monsters, not to feel, Inftru&t me, fiends and furies, to relate!

Wrathful behind the guilty fhade I stole,

I rais'd the tube-the clamorous woods refoundToo late I faw the idol of my foul,

Struck by my aim, fall fhrieking to the ground!

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No other blifs her foul allow'd but me;

(Hapless the pair that thus indulgent prove!) She fought concealment from a fhady tree,

In amorous filence to obferve her love.

I ran; but O! too, foon I found it true!

From her ftain'd breaft life's crim fon ftream'd apace;
From her wan eyes the fparkling luftres flew;

The fhort-liv'd rofes faded from her face!

Gods! could I beat that fond reproachful look,
That ftrove her peerless innocence to plead !
But partial death awhile her tongue forfook,

To fave a wretch that doom'd himself to bleed.

While I, diftracted, prefs'd her in my arms,

And fondly ftrove t' imbibe her latest breath;
O fpare, rafh love!' fhe cry'd,thy fatal charms,
• Nor feek cold fhelter in the arms of death.

• Content beneath thy erring hand I die!

Our fates grew envious of a blifs so true;
Then urge not thy distress when low I lie,
But in this breath receive my last adieu !'

No more fhe fpake, but droop'd her lily head!

In death the ficken'd-breathlefs-haggard-pale!
While all my inmoft foul with horror bled,

And afk'd kind vengeance from the paffing gale.

Where slept your bolts, ye lingering lightnings fay!
Why riv'd ye not this felf-condemned breast!

Or why, too paffive Earth, didst thou delay!
To ftretch thy jaws, and crush me into reft?

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Low in the duft the beauteous corfe I plac'd,

Bedew'd and foft with many a falling tear ;`
With fable yew the rifing turf I grac'd,

And bade the cypress mourn in filence near.

Oft as bright morn's all-fearching eye returns,
Full to my view the fatal fpot is brought;
Thro' fleepless night my haunted spirit mourns,
No gloom can hide me from diftracting thought.

When, spotless victim, shall my form decay!
This guilty load, fay, when fhall I refign!
When shall my fpirit wing her chearless way,

And

my cold corfe lie treasur'd up with thine!

THE AFRICAN PRINCE,

IN ENGLAND, TO ZARA AT HIS FATHER'S COURT.

WRITTEN IN THE YEAR M DCC XLIX.

BY DR. DODD.

RINCES, my fair, unfortunately great,
Born to the pompous vaffalage of state,
Whene'er the publick calls, are doom'd to fly
Domestick blifs, and break the private tie ;

Fame pays with empty breath the toils they bear,
And Love's foft joys are chang'd for glorious care;
Yet confcious Virtue, in the filent hour,

Rewards the hero with a noble dow'r ;

For this alone I dar'd the roaring fea,

Yet more for this I dar'd to part with thee!
But while my bofom feels the nobler flame,
Still unreprov'd, it owns thy gentler claim,

Tho