Poems

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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.

A GARDEN SCENE.

ENGRAVED BY MILLER, FROM A DRAWING BY TURNER.

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

ENGRAVED BY MILLER, FROM A DRAWING BY

LEWELLYN HALL.

THE RIALTO BY MOONLIGHT.

TURNER.

THE WOODLAND FOUNTAIN. ENGRAVED BY FINDEN, FROM A DRAWING BY

STOTHARD.