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Poetry.
POETRY .
ODE FOR THE NEW YEAR 179 S . KY HENRY JAMES PYE , ESQ . POET I-Al . H _ . AT . As ptrformei on her Majesty ' s Birth flay . I . genial Zephvr'sbalmy wing
WHEN Fans , with soft plume , the flow ' ry vale , Each tender scvon oi" ihe Spring , Expanding , owns the fostering gale , And smiles each sunny glade around With vegetable beauty crown ' cl---But when the whirlwinds oi the North Burst in tempestuous vengeance forth , Before the ihunderof the siorm tree of weaker form
Each spreading , Or bends 10 earih , or lies reclin'd , Torn by the fury of the wind . Then proudly , ' mid the quivering shade , Stands the firm Oak , in native strength array'd , . Waves high his giant branches , anddeiies The elemental War that rends , the skies !
11 . Deep-rooted in this kindred soil , So Freedom here , thro' many an age , Has mock'd Ambition ' sfruitless toil , And Treason ' s wiles , and Faction's And as the stormy ruin pass'd , [ rage . Which Anarchy ' s rude breath had blown
, While Europe , bending to the blast , Beholds her fairest realms o'erthrown ; Alone Britannia ' s happy Isle , ' Blest by a Patriot Monarch ' s smile , Amid surrounding storms unnyur'd stands , Nor dreads the tempest ' s force that wastes her neig hbour lands .
in . But see I along the darkling main The gathering clouds malignant lower , And spreading o ' er our blue domain , Against ourshores their thunder pour ; While treach ' rous Friends , and daring Around in horrid compact close ; [ Foes , Their swarming barksportentoussluice
I , , With crouded sails the wai ' ry glade—When lo Imperial GEORGE commands-Rush to the waves Britannia ' s veteran bands ; TJnnumber'd hosts usurp in vain Dominion o ' er his briny reign : . His lleetstheir Monarch ' s right proclaim , With brazen throativithbreathofSSarne ;
, And captive in his ports their squadrons ride , Or mourn their shatter'd wrecks , deep whelm'd beneath the tide , VOL , X , '
IV . From shore to shore—from Pole to Pole , Where e ' er wide Ocean ) s billows roll—From holv Ganges' lepid wave To seas that Isle . Atlantic lave—From hoary Greenland ' s frozen lands To burning Libia ' s golden sands , Aloft the British Ensign flies , In folds triumphant to the skies ;
While , to ihe notes that hail d the Isle , Emerging from iis parent mam , The sacred Muse , with raptur'd . smile , Responsive pours th' exulting strainr ' Rule , Britannia ! rule the waves , Britons never will be Slaves !'
PROLOGUE TO THE CASTLE SPECTRE . WRITTEN BY M . G . LEWIS , ESQ . M . P . I Spoken by Mr . Wtmighton .
F . R from the haunts of men , of vice the foe , The moon-struck child of genius and of woe , Vers'd in each magic spell and dear to fame , A fair Enchantress dwells , ROMANCE her name . , ,. , . She loaths the sun or blazing taper slight ; The moon-beam'd landscapes and temnest ' night L'
ous .... amp , Alone she loves ; and oft with glimmering Nearsrravesnew-open'd , or midst dungeons dfimp , - ., X , Tl Drear forests , nnn'd aisles , and haunted Forlorn she roves , ancl raves away thehours ! Anon when storms howl loud and lash the ' deep , , . Cste ; . p ; Desperate she climbs the sea rocks beetling her ' fantastic
There wildly strikes harps strings , ' . ' [ wrings '; Tells to the moon how grief her bosom And while her strange song chaunts fictitious ills , In wounded hearts Oblivion ' s balm distils . A "outh who yet has liv'd enough to know That life has thorns , and taste the cup of h
woe , . . C " ra >' a ' As late near C ONWAY ' time-bow . d towers Invok'd this brig ht enthusiast ' s magic aid ; His praver was heard ; with arms and bosom bare , ¦ , C » "g » w . r , Eves Hashing fire , loose robes , and stream-Her heart all anguish , and her soul all flame , , - , , ¦ ¦ ' Swift as her thoughts the lovely maniac came .
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Poetry.
POETRY .
ODE FOR THE NEW YEAR 179 S . KY HENRY JAMES PYE , ESQ . POET I-Al . H _ . AT . As ptrformei on her Majesty ' s Birth flay . I . genial Zephvr'sbalmy wing
WHEN Fans , with soft plume , the flow ' ry vale , Each tender scvon oi" ihe Spring , Expanding , owns the fostering gale , And smiles each sunny glade around With vegetable beauty crown ' cl---But when the whirlwinds oi the North Burst in tempestuous vengeance forth , Before the ihunderof the siorm tree of weaker form
Each spreading , Or bends 10 earih , or lies reclin'd , Torn by the fury of the wind . Then proudly , ' mid the quivering shade , Stands the firm Oak , in native strength array'd , . Waves high his giant branches , anddeiies The elemental War that rends , the skies !
11 . Deep-rooted in this kindred soil , So Freedom here , thro' many an age , Has mock'd Ambition ' sfruitless toil , And Treason ' s wiles , and Faction's And as the stormy ruin pass'd , [ rage . Which Anarchy ' s rude breath had blown
, While Europe , bending to the blast , Beholds her fairest realms o'erthrown ; Alone Britannia ' s happy Isle , ' Blest by a Patriot Monarch ' s smile , Amid surrounding storms unnyur'd stands , Nor dreads the tempest ' s force that wastes her neig hbour lands .
in . But see I along the darkling main The gathering clouds malignant lower , And spreading o ' er our blue domain , Against ourshores their thunder pour ; While treach ' rous Friends , and daring Around in horrid compact close ; [ Foes , Their swarming barksportentoussluice
I , , With crouded sails the wai ' ry glade—When lo Imperial GEORGE commands-Rush to the waves Britannia ' s veteran bands ; TJnnumber'd hosts usurp in vain Dominion o ' er his briny reign : . His lleetstheir Monarch ' s right proclaim , With brazen throativithbreathofSSarne ;
, And captive in his ports their squadrons ride , Or mourn their shatter'd wrecks , deep whelm'd beneath the tide , VOL , X , '
IV . From shore to shore—from Pole to Pole , Where e ' er wide Ocean ) s billows roll—From holv Ganges' lepid wave To seas that Isle . Atlantic lave—From hoary Greenland ' s frozen lands To burning Libia ' s golden sands , Aloft the British Ensign flies , In folds triumphant to the skies ;
While , to ihe notes that hail d the Isle , Emerging from iis parent mam , The sacred Muse , with raptur'd . smile , Responsive pours th' exulting strainr ' Rule , Britannia ! rule the waves , Britons never will be Slaves !'
PROLOGUE TO THE CASTLE SPECTRE . WRITTEN BY M . G . LEWIS , ESQ . M . P . I Spoken by Mr . Wtmighton .
F . R from the haunts of men , of vice the foe , The moon-struck child of genius and of woe , Vers'd in each magic spell and dear to fame , A fair Enchantress dwells , ROMANCE her name . , ,. , . She loaths the sun or blazing taper slight ; The moon-beam'd landscapes and temnest ' night L'
ous .... amp , Alone she loves ; and oft with glimmering Nearsrravesnew-open'd , or midst dungeons dfimp , - ., X , Tl Drear forests , nnn'd aisles , and haunted Forlorn she roves , ancl raves away thehours ! Anon when storms howl loud and lash the ' deep , , . Cste ; . p ; Desperate she climbs the sea rocks beetling her ' fantastic
There wildly strikes harps strings , ' . ' [ wrings '; Tells to the moon how grief her bosom And while her strange song chaunts fictitious ills , In wounded hearts Oblivion ' s balm distils . A "outh who yet has liv'd enough to know That life has thorns , and taste the cup of h
woe , . . C " ra >' a ' As late near C ONWAY ' time-bow . d towers Invok'd this brig ht enthusiast ' s magic aid ; His praver was heard ; with arms and bosom bare , ¦ , C » "g » w . r , Eves Hashing fire , loose robes , and stream-Her heart all anguish , and her soul all flame , , - , , ¦ ¦ ' Swift as her thoughts the lovely maniac came .