III. 3.

Albion, foon thy poets free
Puur'd their soft stores of harmony;
And dancing in the verdant grove,
Fair Venus led the train of love;
Yellow Ceres o’er thy breast,
Smiling flung her wavy veft.

Here genial freedom fix'd her seat,
Ruby-crested glory thone,

Refulgent near her sacred thronc,
Attendant on her ftate.
Then commerce bleft thy silver strand,

And scatter'd plenty o'er the land:
Dear, sacred ille! ne'er shall these honours die,
For arts and arms renown'd, the land of liberty.

ODE TO THE RIVER CAM.

BY MR. GEORGE DYER.

[From the Annual Anthology for 1799.)

,

While yon ruftic whiftles gay, On thy hanks, oh! Cam, I lie,

Museful pour the pensive lay.
Willowy Cam, thy lingering (tream

Suits too well the thoughtful breaft;
Languor here might love to dream,

Sorrow here might figh to ref.
Near yon Ateeple's tapering height,

Beauteous Julia, thou art laid ; I could linger through the night

Still to mourn thee, lovely maid! In yon garden fancy reads

« Sophron ftrays no longer here," Then again my bosom bleeds :

Then I drop the filent tear.

Hoary Cam, Real Now along :

Near yon desolated grove Sleep the partners of my tong,

There with them I wont to rove. He, the youth of fairest fame,

Haften’d to an early tombFriendship shall record his naine,

Pity mourn his hapless doom.
Hark! I hear the death-bell found !

There's another spirit filed!
Still mine ears the tidings wound;

Philo flumbers with the dead,
Well he knew the critic's part,

Shakespeare's name to him was dear; Kind and gentle was his heart,

Now again I drop a tear. Bending sad beside thy Itream,

While I heave the frequent sigh, Do thy rippling waters gleam,

Sympathetic murm’ring by? Then, oh! Cam, will I return,

Hail thy soothing stream again, And as viewing Julia's urn,

Grateful bless thee in my strain. Still there are, who raptur’d view

Scenes, which youthful hopes endear; Here they science still can woo,

Still they love to wander here. Peace they meet in every grove ;

Lives again the rapturous song ; Sweetly sportive still they rove,

Cam! thy sedgy banks along. Stately streams, and glens, and lakes,

They can leave to Scutia's plains, Mountains hoar, and vales, and brakes,

They resign to Cambrian swains. But these placid scenes full well

Suit the quiet mufing breast; Here, if fancy may not dwell,

Science shall delight to reit,

LINES

ON SPRING.

CA

VALM'D is the roaring of the billowy main

The orient beams--the stormy clouds are Aed, Zephyrus woos the blue-ey'd Naiads again,

The growling north-east seeks his cavy bed. Freed by the potent sun's enliv’ning ray,

Fair nature pleas’d, with animation smiles;
Each scene to decorate with Aow'rets gay,

With tasteful tand laboriously she toils.
Lo! at his magic touch, the primrose blows,

The purple violets grateful odours thed,
Amid the humid marsh the cowslip glows,

And modest daisies ornament the mead. The garden now its flow'ry pride displays,

In robe imperial, shines the crocus fair,
A spotless fole the snow-drop fair arrays,

The beauteous hyacinth perfumes the air.
And gay, in vernal charms, the shrubb’ry's seen,

What various hues and blossoms charm the eye! The hawthorn blooms, the copse is clad with green,

The shadowy grove resounds with harmony. Their matin hymns the larks now sing with glee,

If day's bright regent does the sky illume; And sweet the murmur of the busy bee,

That sucks the honey from the orchard's bloom. High on the breezy downs, and on the plains,

Innumerous lambkins sport, and bleat their joy ; Wildly melodious pipe the shepherd (wains,

And spring's gay jubilee meets no alloy. Way'd by the gale there embryo harvests grow,

And ev'ry verdant blade is burnish'd high, The glitt'ring rivers murmur as they flow,

Serene and cloudless is the azure sky.

The silent shade reflection now may seek,

And muse on actions past with pure delight, As memory pictures decds of childhood meek,

Or manhoud's firmness in the paths of right. And mad ambition, whose ferocious breast Throb’d with wild joy, when conquest crown’d his

arms, Amidst these tranquil scenes may love to rest,

And be enamour'd of fair virtue's charms.
Here modest beauty, from licentious gaze,

Unveil'd may wander peaceful thro' the grove :
And age rever'd, may spend his fragile days,
Bleft with the smiles of happiness and love.

ELEANOR

NEGLECT.

BY MRS. ROBINSON.

A or sinow;

H! cold neglect-more chilling far

Sure born beneath a luckless star
Is he, who after ev'ry pain,
Has wrung his bosom's central vein,

To fill his bitter cup of woe,

Is deftiu'd thee to know.
The smiles of fame, the pride of truth,

All that can lift the glowing mind,
The noblest energies of youth-
Wit, valour, genius, science, taste;
A form by all that's lovely grac’d,

A soul where virtue dwells enshrin'd,

A prey to thee we find !
The spring of life looks fresh and gay,

The flowers of fancy bud around,
We think that ev'ry morn is May;
While hope and rapture fill the breast,
We hold reflection's lore a jest,

Nor own that sorrow's shaft can wound,
Till cold neglect is found.

Ah! then how sad the world appears!

How false, how idle are the gay! Morn only breaks to witness tears, And ev’ning closes but to shew That darkness mimics human woe,

And life's best scene; a summer's day

That shines and fades away.
Soine dread disease, and others woe ;

Some visionary torments see;
Some shrink unpitied love to know,
Some writhe bencath oppression’s fangs,
And some with jealous hopeless pangs ;

But whatsoe'er my fate may be,

Oh! keep neglect from me!
E'en after death let mem’ry's hand,

Directed by the moon-light ray,
Weaye o’er iny grave a cypress-band,
And bind the Tod with curious care,
And scatter flow'rets fresh and fair;

And oft the sacred tribute pay
To keep neglect away!

SUMMER's EVE.
LACID eve succeeds the day,

Sol withdraws his scorching lay :
Now the zephyr's whisp'ring breeze
Wantons through the waving trees;
Ruddy streaks suffuse the sky,
Heifers ruminating lie;
Woolly flocks in meadows bleat,
Frogs their hollow croaks repeat;
Grateful dews on plains descend,
Verdant hills their shades extend;
Ruftics, as they trudge along,
Greet the cvening with a song ;
Rooks their pasturage forsake,
Skims the swallow o'er the lake;
Plumy minstrels of the groves
Cease to carol forth their loves;