ANTISTROPHE II.

But thou rejoice, dear Book;

Though late purloin'd by pilfering hand,
Or wandering from thy kindred band,
Thou lurkest now in some inglorious nook:
In some vile den thy honours torn,
Or by coarse palm mechanic worn-
Rejoice for lo! new hopes arise,
That thou again may'st view the skies;
From Lethe's pool oblivious burst to day,
And win on

"sail-broad vans" to highest heaven thy way.

STROPHE III.

Thy strains to Rouse belong:
Thou, his by promise, art deplored,
As wanting to his perfect hoard,

By Rouse, firm guardian of eternal song;

Rouse, who a nobler treasure keeps
Than that on Delphi's craggy steeps,
In honour of Latona's child

By Græcia's pious bounty piled

(Where Attic Iön watch'd the sacred door) Tripod, and votive vase, and all the holy store.

ANTISTROPHE III.

'Tis thine to hail the groves,

Her vale's green charms where Oxford spreads;
Thine her fair domes and velvet meads,
Which more than his own Delos Phoebus loves,

Than Pindus more: and thine, proud choice!
(Since thou, by Friendship's partial voice,
Art call'd to join th' immortal band)
'Midst bards of giant fame to stand;

Bards, of old Greece and Rome the light and pride, Whose names shall float for aye on time's o'erwhelming tide.

And ye, my other toils

Not toil'd in vain, some distant day

From envy's fang shall speed your way,

Where Rouse protects and favouring Hermes smiles.

There nor the rabble shall revile,

Nor factious critics pour their bile:

But hoarded to a happier age,

A purer race shall scan the page;

With heart unwarp'd your humble worth regard, Trample on Spleen's wan corse, and bless the Patriot Bard,

F. W.

SONETTO.

Giovane piano, e semplicetto amante,

Poi che fuggir me stesso in dubbio sono,
Madonna, a voi del mio cuor l'humil done

Faro divoto: io certo a prove tante

L'hebbi fedele, intrepido, costante,

De pensieri leggiadrio, accorto, e buono ;
Quando rugge il gran monde, e scocca il tuono,
S'arma di se e d'intero diamante.

Tanto del forse e d'invidia sicuro,

Di timori e speranze al popol use,

Quanto d'ingegno e d'alto valor vago,

E di cetra sonora e delle Muse:

Sol troverete in tal parte men duro,

Ove Amor mise l'insanabil

IMITATED.

ago.

Deign, Lady, from a guileless doting youth
T' accept a heart, which fain it's Lord would fly;
Of lofty spirit, and worth, and constancy

Th' abode, and faith inflexible, and truth
By many a test well-tried, and melting ruth:

When the red flash flames deathful through the sky,
The bolt that shivers and the storm that raves,
Self-arm'd with native adamant, it braves.
As much to brutal force, and envy's bane,
And vulgar fears and vulgar hopes unknown;
As with bright genius smit and Delphi's train,
The sounding shell and valour's high renown:
There only, Lady, throbs it's feeble part,

Where Love's fierce power has plunged th' immedicable dart.

C. Baldwin, Printer,

New Bridge-Street, London.

END OF VOL. III.

F. W.

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