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We, therefore, pleas'd extol thy song,
Though various yet complete,
And learned as 'tis sweet.
Though, could our hearts repine
They would—they must at thine.
in mutual bondage knit
With an unjaundic'd eye ;
And howsoever known,
Unworthy of his own.
The Peacock sends his heav'nly dyes,
It boasts a splendour ever new,
To the same patroness resort,
She thus maintains divided sway
VERSES Supposed to be written by Alexander Selkirk, during his solitary
abode in the island of Juan Fernandez. I AM monarch of all I survey,
My right there is none to dispute ; From the centre all round to the sea,
I am lord of the fowl and the brute. 0, Solitude! where are the charms That
sages have seen in thy face? Better dwell in the midst of alarms,
Than reign in this horrible place.
I must finish my journey alone,
I start at the sound of my own.
My form with indifference see;
Their tameness is shocking to me,
Divinely bestow'd upon man,
How soon would I taste you again !
In the ways of religion and truth,
And be cheer'd by the sallies of youth.
Resides in that heavenly word!
Or all that this earth can afford.
These valleys and rocks never heard,
Or smil'd when a sabbath appear'd.
Ye winds, that have made me your sport,
Convey to this desolate shore
Of a land I shall visit no more.
A wish or a thought after me? 0, tell me I yet have a friend,
Though a friend I am never to see. How fleet is a glance of the mind !
Compar'd with the speed of its flight, The tempest itself lags behind,
And the swift-winged arrows of light. When I think of my own native land,
In a moment I seem to be there; But, alas! recollection at hand
Soon hurries me back to despair. But, the seafowl is gone to her nest,
The beast is laid down in his lair; Even here is a season of rest,
And I to my cabin repair. There's mercy in every place,
And mercy, encouraging thought! Gives even affliction a grace,
And reconciles man to his lot.
ON THE PROMOTION OF
EDWARD THURLOW, Esq.
LORD HIGH CHANCELLORSHIP OF ENGLAND.
And in his sportive days,
» with united wonder cried
With all the skill of age !
Proclaim him born to sway
And bear the palm away.”
He sprang impetuons forth
Attends superior worth.
Ere yet he starts is known,
What all had deem'd his own.
ODE TO PEACE. COME, Peace of mind, delightful guest ! Return, and make thy downy nest
Once more in this sad heart: Nor riches I nor pow'r pursue, Nor hold forbidden joys in view;
We, therefore, need not part. Where wilt thou dwell, if not with me, From av'rice and ambition free,
And pleasure's fatal wiles ? For whom, alas! dost thou prepare The sweets, that I was wont to share,
The banquet of thy smiles ? The great, the gay, shall they partake The heav'n that thou alone canst make ?
And wilt thou quit the stream, That murmurs through the dewy mead, The
groye and the sequesterd shed, To be a guest with them ?