Oh could my mind, unfolded in my page,
Enlighten climes and mould a future age;
There as it glowed, with noblest frenzy fraught,
Dispense the treasures of exalted thought;
To Virtue wake the pulses of the heart,
And bid the tear of emulation start!
Oh could it still, thro' each succeeding year,
My life, my manners, and my name endear;
And, when the poet sleeps in silent dust,
Still hold communion with the wise and just ! -
Yet should this Verse, my leisure's best resource,
When thro' the world it steals its secret course,
Revive but once a generous wish supprest,
Chase but a sigh, or charm a care to rest ;
In one good deed a fleeting hour employ,
Or flush one faded cheek with honest joy ;
Blest were my lines, tho' limited their sphere,
Tho' short their date, as his who traced them here.

1793.

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ILLUSTRATIONS.

A GARDEN SCENE.

ENGRAVED BY MILLER, FROM A DRAWING BY TURNER.

LEWELLYN HALL.

ENGRAVED BY MILLER, FROM A DRAWING BY TURNER.

SUNRISE ON TORNARO. ENGRAVED BY WALLIS, FROM A DRAWING BY TURNER.

CORTES AND PIZARRO IN THE CHAPEL OF LA RABIDA.

ENGRAVED BY GOOD

ALL, FROM A DRAWING BY TURNER.

DATUR HORA

QUIETI."

ENGRAVED BY GOODALL, FROM A DRAWING BY

TURNER.

THE

PLEASURES OF MEMORY.

IN TWO PARTS.

1792.

Hoc est
Vivere bis, vita posse priore frui.

Mart.