***In the seventh volume of the Poetical Register the name of the Rev. R. Bland was erroneously prefixed to some of the Translations from the Greek anthology. Only the poems of Home, p. 338, Hymn to Health, p. 528 and Lord Nelson's Epitaph, p. 533, are from the pen of that gentleman.

Original Poetry.

VOL. VIII.

"Rememberest thou my greyhounds true?"-SCOTT,
"Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures
"Whilst the landscape round it measures."-MILTON.

To James Webb, Esq. and William Hayward, Esq. this Poem, written chiefly for their amusement, is inscribed by the Author.

I.

"Tis pleasant to dance in lordly hall.
When the merry harp is ringing;
'Tis sweet in the bow'r at ev'ning's fall
To list to the night-bird's singing; b
'Tis lovely to view th' autumnal hue, '!
As it gilds the woodland mountain;
Or when summer glows, to pluck the rose,
And quaff from the dew's pure fountain.
But fatigue in pleasure's guise is clad;

And the song so sweet makes the light heart sad;

And autumn tells of joys that fly;
And summer's charms in languor die :
If ye would have all hope can bring,
Take the first morn of early spring!
If ye would warm your life-blood chill,
Go course on Watlington's fair hill!

II.

The mountain gale the vapour flings
Aloft upon his giant wings:
And now the sun, in high career,
Wakens a thousand dew-drops clear,
That in their downy moss-couch sleep,
Or from the trembling grass-top weep.
O lovelier than the brightest gem
That shines in princely diadem,
How transient is thy sway;

Sportsmen and steeds, and hounds and hare,
Hunters and hunted from thy lair

Shall drive thee, Diamond of the air,

And sweep thy charms away.
And yet, in sooth, upon the hill
Thy glitt'ring place they better fill:
Upon the shelving mossy side,
And on the furze-clad steep,
Th' impatient horsemen gaily ride,
The gallant dogs reluctant bide,
And ladies fair, though storms betide,
Their anxious station keep.

III.

Greyhounds were there of noble name;
Coursers who equal praise may claim;
And many a bright and gentle dame.