CONTENTS.

On the Spring

On the Death of a Favourite Cat

ODES.

On a Distant Prospect of Eton College

To Adversity

The Progress of Poesy

The Bard

For Music

The Fatal Sisters

The Descent of Odin

The Triumphs of Owen

The Death of Hoel

Epitaph on Mrs. Clarke

Epitaph on Sir William Williams

Elegy, written in a Country Churchyard

Sonnet on the Death of Mr. West

A Long Story

POSTHUMOUS POEMS AND FRAGMENTS.

Ode on the Pleasure arising from Vicissitude

Translation of a Passage from Statius

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Fragment of a Tragedy, on the subject of the

Death of Agrippina

Lines addressed to Mr. West, from Genoa
Hymn to Ignorance

The Alliance of Education and Government

Stanzas to Mr. Bentley

Sketch of his own character

Song

POEMATA.

Sapphic Ode. To Mr. West

Alcaic Fragment

Garmen ad C. Favonium Zephyrinum

Fragment of a Latin Poem on the Gaurus

A Farewell to Florence

Imitation of an Italian Sonnet

Impromptu, suggested by a View of the Seat and

Ruins of a deceased Nobleman

The Candidate; or, the Cambridge Courtship
Tophet. An Epigram
Amatory Lines

De Principiis Cogitandi
Greek Epigram

Alcaic Ode

Luna Habitabilis

Part of an Heroic Epistle from Sophonisba to

Masinissa

Hymeneal on the Marriage of the Prince of

Wales

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ODES.

ON THE SPRING,

Lo! where the rosy-bosom'd Hours,
Fair Venus' train, appear,
Disclose the long expecting flowers,
And wake the purple year!
The Attic warbler pours her throat,
Responsive to the cuckoo's note,

The untaught harmony of Spring: While, whispering pleasure as they fly, Cool Zephyrs through the clear blue sky Their gather'd fragrance fling.

Where'er the oak's thick branches stretch A broader browner shade,

Where'er the rude and moss-grown beech
O'ercanopies the glade,

Beside some water's rushy brink
With me the muse shall sit, and think
(At ease reclined in rustic state)
How vain the ardour of the crowd,
How low, how little are the proud,
How indigent the great!

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Still is the toiling hand of Care;
The panting herds repose:

Yet hark, how through the peopled air
The busy murmur glows!
The insect-youth are on the wing,
Eager to taste the honied spring,

And float amid the liquid noon :
Some lightly o'er the current skim,
Some show their gaily gilded trim
Quick-glancing to the sun.

To Contemplation's sober eye
Such is the race of Man :
And they that creep, and they that fly,
Shall end where they began.
Alike the Busy and the Gay
But flutter through life's little day,

In Fortune's varying colours dress'd:
Brush'd by the hand of rough Mischance,
Or chill'd by Age, their airy dance
They leave, in dust to rest.

Methinks I hear, in accents low,
The sportive kind reply:
Poor moralist! and what art thou?
A solitary fly!

Thy joys no glittering female meets,
No hive hast thou of hoarded sweets,

No painted plumage to display: On hasty wings thy youth is flown; Thy sun is set, thy spring is goneWe frolic while 'tis May.

ON THE

DEATH OF A FAVOURITE CAT,

DROWNED IN A TUB OF GOLD FISHES.

'TWAS on a lofty vase's side,
Where China's gayest art had dyed
The azure flowers, that blow;
Demurest of the tabby kind,
The pensive Selima, reclined,
Gazed on the lake below.

Her conscious tail her joy declared;
The fair round face, the snowy beard,
The velvet of her paws,

Her coat, that with the tortoise vies,
Her ears of jet, and emerald eyes,
She saw; and purr'd applause.

Still had she gazed; but 'midst the tide
Two angel forms were seen to glide,
The Genii of the stream:
Their scaly armour's Tyrian hue
Through richest purple to the view
Betray'd a golden gleam.