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Which spoke his strength mature beyond its prime, hiason.
Yet vigorous still, for from his healthy cheek
Time had not cropt a role, or on his brow
One wrinkling furrow plow'd; his eagle eye
Had all its youthful lightning, and each limb
The finewy strength, that toil demands and gives.

The warrior faw and pausd: his nod with

held The crowd at awful distance, where their ears, In mute attention, drank the fage's prayer. „Parent of Good! (he cried) behold the gifts „Thy humble votary brings, and may thy smile

Hallow his custom'd offering. Let the hand „That deals in blood, with blood thy shrines dis

tain; „Be mine this harmless tribute. If it speaks „A grateful heart, can hecatombs do more? ,, Parent of Good! they cannot. Purple pomp ,, May call thy presence to a prouder fane , Than this poor cave; but will thy presence there

Be more devoutly felt? Parent of Good! „ It will not. Here then, shall the prostrate heart, „That deeply feels thy presence, lift its pray'r. But what has he to ask who nothing needs, Save what unaf k'd is from thy heav’n of heav'ns „Giv'n in diurnal good? Yet, holy Power! „Do all that call thee Father thus exult „In thy propitious pretence? Sidon finks „Beneath a tyrant's scourge. Parent of Good! „Oh free my captive country.“ – Sudden here He paus'd and figh’d; and now, the raptur'd crowd Murmur'd applause: he heard, he turn'd, and saw The king of Macedon with eager step Burst from his warrior phalanx. From the youth, Who bore its state, the conqueror's own right hand Snatch'd the rich wreath, and bound it on his brow. His swift attendants o'er his shoulders cast The robe of empire, while the trumpet's voice Proclaim'd him king of Sidon, Scern he stood,

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Or, if he smil'd, twas a contemptuous fmile,
That held the pageant honours in disdain.
Then burst the people's voice, in loud acclaim,
And bad him be their Father. At the word
The honour'd blood, that warm'd him, Aush'd his

cheek;
His brow expanded; his exalted step
March'd firmer; graciously he bow d the head.
And was the Sire they call'd him. „Tell me king,"
Young Ammon cried, while o'er his brightning

form
He cast the gaze of wonder, „how a soul
Like thine could bear the toils of Penury?"

Oh grant me, Gods! " he answer'd, „fo to bear
This load of Royalty.

My toil was crown'd
With blessings lost to kings; yet righteous Pow*

ers!
, If to my country ye transfer the boon,
,,I triumph in the loss: Be mine the chains
That fetter Sou'reignty; let Sidon smile
„With your best blessings, Liberty and Peace.“

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Steiner unter den jeßigen englifosen Dichtern hat sich in der, von dieser Natior so häufig und so vorzüglich schon bes arbeiteten, artistischen Gattung des Lehrgedichis, so ausges zeichneten Beifall erworben, als william harley, wra. aus der Grafschaft Suffer gebürtig. Seine drei bicher ges hårigen Gedichte find indeß nicht lehrgedichte im ftrengeri Verstande des Worts, und in Virgil's Manier; es find vielmehr, ihrer ganzen Form und Einrichtung nach, zugleich beschreibende und unterrichtende poetische Episteln, von der Art, wie die horazischen an die Pifouen und an den Auguft. Zuerst erschien der Effay on Painting, in zwei poes tischen Vriefen, an der Mahler Hommep gerichtet; dann der Esay on History, in drci Briefen, an den berühmten Ges schichtschreiber Gibbon; und zuleßt der. Ejay on Epic Poetry, in fünf Episteln, án Hrn. liason. In allen ist der Gang nicht sowohl didaktisch, als hiftorisá und charakterisis rend; aber eben in der Entwerfung der eigenthümlichen Sforzüge jedes Mailers, Geschichtschreibers und Heldenta dichters zeigt Hr. Layley einen sehr feinen Geschmac, uud in ihrer Schilderung ein sehr fruchtbares poetisches Genie. Heberaus unterhaltend find die jedem Gedichte beigefügten ausführlichen Anmerkungen, die zum Theil kritisch, meis ftens aber literarisch und historiso find. Unter denen zu den leßten Gedichte befindet sich der glückliche Versuch einer lles bersebung der drei erfien Gefinge aus der Zolle des Dante, mit beibehaltner Versart der terze rime.. Die fämmtlichen bisherigen Werke dieses Dichters find zu London 1785 in fechs Oktavbånden zusaınmen gedruckt; und die beiden ersten der drei angeführten Essays, aus deren jedem hier ei: ne kurze Probe folgt, ftehen, mit dem gedachten stommentar begleitet, in den beiden bisherigen Bånden der Benzlerischen Poesical Library,

ESSAY

Bayley.

ESSAY ON PAINTING;

Ep. I. v. 21–155.

Painting, sweet Nymph now leaves in lifeless

trance
Exhausted Italy and tinsel France,
And fees in Britain, with exulting eyes,
Her vot'iies prosper, and her glories rise.
Yet tho', my friend, thy art is thus carest,
And with the homage of the public hleft,
And Aourishes with growing beauty fair,
The child of Majesty's adoptive care,
The youthful artist still is doom't to feel
Obstruction's chilling hand, that damps his zeal:
Th' imperious voice of Vanity and Pride
Bids him from Fancy's region turn aside,
And quit the magic of her scene, to trace
The vacant lines of some unmeaning face:
E’en in this work his wishes still are croft,
And all the efforts of his art are 'lost;
For when the canvas, with the mirror's truth,
Reflects the perfect form of age or youth,
The fond affections of the partial mind
The eye of judgment with delufion blind:
Each mother bids him brighter tints employ,
And give new spirit to her booby boy;
Nor can the painter, with his utmost art,
Express the isnage in the lover's heart:
Unconscious of the change the seasons bring,
Autumnal beauty asks the rose of spring,
And vain self-love, in every age the same,
Will.fondly urge fome visionary claim.
The luckiess painter, destin'd to submit,
Mourns the loft likeness which he once had hit,
And, doom'd to groundless cenfure, bears alone
The grievous load of errors not his own.

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Nor is Pride, or Folly's vain command,
That only tetters his creative hand;
At Fai hinon's nod he copies as they pass
Each quaint reflection from her crowded glass.
The formal coat, with intersecting line,
Mars the free graces of his fair design;
The towering cap he marks with like distress,
And all the motley mass of female dress.
The hoop extended with enormous size,
The corks that like a promontory rise;
The stays of deadly steel, in whose embrace
The tyrant Fashion tortures injur'd Grace.
But Art, despairing over shapes like these
To cast an air of elegance and eale,
Invokes kind Fancy's aid --The comes to spread
Her magic spells - the Gothic forms are fled;
And see, to crown the painter's just desire,
Her free positions, and her light attire!
Th' ambitious artist wishes to pursue
This brilliant plan with more extensive view,
And with adopted character to give
A lasting charm to make the portrait live;
All points of art by one nice effort gain,
Delight the learned, and content the vain;
Make history to life new value lend,
And in the comprehensive picture blend
The ancient hero with the living friend.
Molt faire device! „but, ah! what foes to sense,
What broods of motley monsters rise from hen-

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The strange pretensions of each age and fex
These plans of fancy and of tafte perplex;
For male and female, to themselves unknown,
Demand a character unlike their own,
Till oft the painter to this quaint distress
Prefers the awkward chapes of common dress.
Sweet girls, of mild and pensive softness, choose
The sportive emblems of the comic Muse;
And sprightly damsels are inclin d to borrow
The garb of penitence, and tears of sorrow:

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