The mouldering walls huge columns nod; no flame The inhabitant thro' ancient cities roams. Horrid with thorns, unplough'd for many a year, Such slaughter spread; for deeper are the wounds But if the fates no otherwise could bring Heaven ne'er had serv'd the thunderer, as the gods We do not, Powers, complain since guilt and woe 30 35 Are fill'd, and Punic ghosts appeas'd with gore- 40 With many a wreck, these slaughters dire succeed; Since wag'd for thee. When late you seek the stars, Your task fulfill'd, the lofty domes of heaven Joyful shall clasp you, whether there to reign, Or mount the flaming chariot of the sun, When fearless earth shall view the wandering orb With milder lustre beam: to you each god Shall yield: whatever power you take, where'er You chuse your reign, Nature shall own your right. But nor in Northern climes erect your throne, Nor the warm realms of adverse Auster, whence, A distant star, you will behold your Rome. In middle heaven the balanc'd world sustain : 45 50 55 For, if one part of yon expanse you press, EPITAPH ON JOHN ABBOT, ESQ. MANY YEARS THE BRITISH CONSUL AT ALEPPO. 1784. BY EYLES IRWIN, ESQ. YE E, lofty spires! who wake the traveller's haste, That here, tho' TURKS! the race of Adam dwell: And probe the feelings of his social heart; The form of Hospitality pourtray, Bow'd, like a mourner, o'er her ARBOT's clay! The BRITISH rights and honour to support, Amid the wiles of a perfidious court, The stranger's spirit at thy board to raise, And, from the ARAB bear his local praise; These, and each milder merit, Friend! were thineThese draw a pilgrim's homage to thy shrine! TO A YOUNG LADY ON HER BIRTH DAY. I. THIS morn which decks each parent's brow With mute affection's smile, to see II. Inspires the muse with meditation: And thus inspir'd she frames the lay- IV. prove When those harmonious tones which And those enchanting smiles which rove V. Directed with a loftier aim, Their powerful magic shall employ The stubborn pride of grief to tame And woo it to rejected joy; VI. Some chosen partner's anxious breast, Their triumph with an answering smile; VII. When all those talents which combine, And when, perhaps, a mother's care IX. With rapture shall thy parents own, That, while they form'd thy tender mind, EPIGRAM. .FROM THE GREEK. THE Miser, Hermon, in a dream G. L. S. ++ I LOVE THEE. CAN'ST thou forget life's sweetest hour? My falt'ring lips first dar'd to breathe I love thee! Around thy form my arm was twin'd; I love thee! That blushing cheek you gently rais'd, I love thee! But, oh! 'twas not the glance alone, I love thee! 'Twas then I knew affection's kiss, I love thee! |