But when the golden orb of day

High in the arch of heav'n appears,

And with its salutary ray

The smiling face of Nature cheers,
Each grove a livelier verdure wears,
The beams the woodland gloom pervade;
While shining through the dewy glade,
As smooth the riv'let glides along,
The lowing herds, in peaceful throng
Assembled on the rushy brink,

Graze on its sides, or from its bosom drink;
And bursting from each parent root,
Myriads of embryo scions shoot,

Myriads of insect tribes their wings display,

And rise to light aud life, wak'd by th' inspiring ray.

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Fell

III.

Fell despotism's giant form

Shews to the subjugated mind,
As glares the meteor of the storm,

The dread, the horror of mankind;
Baleful as through the darken'd skies
With livid gleam the lightning flies,
Fierce as the fiery torrents flow
From the rent mountain's torrid brow,
When o'er Sicilia's plain and dædal towers
Etna the stream of desolation pours,

And far as horror throws th' astonish'd eye,
The wasted regions round in smoking ruins lie.

IV.

But diff'rent far the happy scene,

'Mid fertile vales and sky serene,

Where rules a king with peaceful sway;

A people's good his patriot aim;

Who, like the radiant source of day,

Sheds glowing light and vital flame:

And as along th' ethereal space

Eternal laws the course celestial trace;

So Freedom's rule, and Virtue's high behest,
Direct the councils of the royal breast;
And as the day-star's influence bland

Sheds plenty o'er the teeming land;

Now from th' irriguous marsh and sca-beat coast,
Raising of vapoury mists a fleecy host,

To fall again, again with genial power,

In balmy dew or gentle shower:

So grateful Albion, through each fruitful plain,

Proclaims, with heartfelt joy, her George's prosp'rous reign.

ODE for his Majesty's BIRTH DAY, 1805. By the Same.

IGH on the winding shores sublime,

Majestic in the garb of time,

Where yon proud dome frowns o'er the silver tide; Honour's and Knighthood's bright abode,

By nobles, warriors, patriots trod,

What time from Gallia's vanquish'd coast,
Returning with his victor host,

* The name of Windsor isderived from " winding shore."

Triumphant

Triumphant Edward rear'd on high
The banner'd meed of chivalry;
While eminent above the rest,
With sable arms and snowy crest,
The youthful hero grac'd his side,

His country's and his sovereign's pride;
From ev'ry clime, lo! glory calls

Her vot'ries to yon trophied walls;

Binds her fair guerdon round each loyal breast,

And bids them combat pride, and succour worth oppress'd.

The notes of triumph swell again!
Lo! Windsor boasts as bright a train
Of royal youths, as brave as those
Who frown'd defeat on Edward's foes;
Of royal nymphs as fair a race
As crown'd Philippa's chaste embrace;
Around their king, their sire, they stand,
A valiant and a beauteous band.
Conspicuous, shining, 'mid the rest,
In chivalry's first honours dress'd,
For Cambria's prince, for George's heir,
Albion prefers this ardent pray'r:

Thine be the sacred wreath of virtuous praise,

Thine youthful Edward's fame, but crown'd with length of days.

Oh! still as this auspicious morn
Awakes the muse's votive lays,
May peace, and health, and fame, adorn
The tributary strain she duteous pays:
And while, where'er her navies ride,

Where'er his legions bend their course,
Oppressive rage, and giant pride,

Yield to his firm, but temperate force;
Guarded he stands from inroad's fear,
By Freedom's shield, by valour's spear;
Though dark despair, and shame, and woe,
Lurk in the wreaths that bind the guilty brow;
In George's diadem resplendent shine

Glory's unsullied beams, and Virtue's gems divine.

LEARNING

A POEM ON THE RESTORATION OF LEARNING IN THE EAST;

Which obtained Mr. BUCHANAN's Prize.

By CHARLES GRANT, Esq. M. A. Fellow of Magdalen College.

Nec remorantur ibi; sic rerum summa novatur
Semper.---

LUCRETIUS.

HALL these bright hours of rapture roll away,

SHA

And mournful years their gloomy wings display?
"These beauteous realms shall tyrant War deface,
"And fierce oppression crush my favor'd race?"
Thus Ganges' Genius spoke, while yet, sublime
With arts and muses, smil'd his native clime,
And rich with science, round the plains he loved
The golden hours in blooming circle moved.
With grief he saw the future ages rise,
Dark with their sad and fearful destinies ;
Mark'd bleeding Science pinion'd to the ground,
And all her blasted trophies withering round!

With grief he saw, through Time's unfolding shade,
The fated chiefs in India's spoils array'd,
The might of Cassim, either Mahmud's sword,
And firm Cathbeddin, Delhi's carliest lord;
Stern Taimur, and th' imperial thrones that tower
O'er groaning Mathra and the walls of Gour.
Nor midst that brood of blood, a fiercer name
Than Aurungzebe th' indignant eye could claim,
More bold in act, in council more refin'd,
A form more hateful, or more dark a mind.
Skill'd to deceive, and patient to beguile
With sleepless efforts of unwearied toil,
His youth he shrouds in consecrated bowers,
Where prayer and penance lead the hermit hours;
Yet not to him those bowers their sweets impart,
The mind compos'd, smooth brow, and spotless heart;
No sun-bright visions with new hues adorn
Eve's purple cloud, or dewy beams of morn;
But Fancy wakes for him more grim delights,
War's imag'd pomp and Murder's savage rites,
And, like the Genius of some nightly spell,
Peoples with shapes accurs'd the wizard cell:
Keen Hate, Revenge, Suspicion's arrowy glare,
And all the blood-stain'd joys of Guilt are there:
Thus by fell visions roused, th' usurper springs
Fierce from his lair, to lap the blood of kings.
Go, count thy spoils, thy trophies grim rehearse,

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