Were none putobčutes to call that soil their home, While I, as oft, in witching thought shallärove
Whatenope biù demižódsshould dare to roam? To thee, to friendship, and that land I love,
Or, worse, thou mighty world! oh! doubly worse, Where, like the air that fans her fields of

green, Did Heaven design thy lordly land to nurse

Her freedom spreads, unfever'd and serene; The motley dregs of every distant clime,

Where sovereign man can condescend to see
Each blast of anarchy and taint of crime

The throne and laws more sovereign still than he!
Which Europe shakes from her perturbed sphere,
In full malignity to rankle here?
But hush!-observe that little mount of pines,

Where the breeze murmurs and the fire-fly shines,

1801. There let thy fancy raise, in bold relief, The sculptured image of that veteran chief, '

My love and I, the other day, Who lost the rebel's in the hero's name,

Within a myrtle arbour lay, And stepp'd o'er prostrate loyalty to fame;

When near us from a rosy bed, Beneath whose sword Columbia's patriot train

A little snake put forth its head. Cast off their monarch, that their mob might reign!

«See,» said the maid, with laughing eyesHow shall we rank thee upon Glory's page?

« Yonder the fatal emblem lies! Thou more than soldier and just less than sage!

Who could expect such hidden harm
Too form’d for peace to act a conqueror's part,

Beneath the rose's velvet charm ?»
Too train'd in camps to learn a statesman's art,
Nature design'd thee for a hero's mould,

Never did moral thought occur
But, ere she cast thee, let the stuff grow cold!

In more unlucky hour than this;

For oh! I just was leading her,
While warmer souls command, nay, make their fate,

To talk of love and think of bliss.
Thy fate made thee and forced thee to be great.
Yet Fortune, who so oft, so blindly sheds

I rose to kill the snake, but she
Her brightest halo round the weakest heads,

In pity pray'd, it might not be.
Found thee undazzled, tranquil as before,
Proud to be useful, scorning to be more;

« No,» said the girl-and many a spark Less prompt at glory's than at duty's claim,

Flash'd from her eyelid, as she said itRenown the meed, but self-applause the aim;

« Under the rose, or in the dark, All thou hast been reflects less fame on thee,

One might, perhaps, have cause to dread it; Far less, than all thou hast forborne to be!

But when its wicked eyes appear,

And when we know for what they wink so, Now turn thine eye where faint the moonlight falls

One must be very simple, dear,
On yonder dome-and in those princely halls,

To let it sting one-don't you think so!»
If thou canst hate, as, oh! that soul must hate,
Which loves the virtuous and reveres the great,
If thou canst loathe and execrate with me

That Gallic garbage of philosophy,

That nauseous slaver of these frantic times,
With which false liberty dilutes her crimes !
If thou hast got, within thy free-born breast,

τηνδε την πολιν φιλως One pulse that beats more proudly than the rest,

Ειπων επαξια γαρ. With honest scorn for that inglorious soul

Sophocl. OEdip. Colon. V. 758. Which creeps and winds, beneath a mob's control, Which courts the rabble's smile, the rabble's nod,

ALONE by the Schuylkill a wanderer roved, And makes, like Egypt, every beast its god!

And bright were its flowery banks to his eye; There, in those walls—but, burning tongue, forbear!

But far, very far were the friends that he loved, Rank must be reverenced, even the rank that's there :

And he gazed on its flowery banks with a sigh! So here I pause--and now, my Hume! we part; But oh! full oft in magic dreams of heart,

Oh Nature! though blessed and bright are thy rays, Thus let us meet, and mingle converse dear

O'er the brow of creation enchantingly thrown, By Thames at home, or by Potowmac here!

Yet faint are they all to the lustre that plays O'er lake and marsh, through fevers and through fogs,

In a smile from the heart that is dearly our own! Midst bears and yankees, democrats and frogs, Thy foot shall follow me, thy heart and


become indeed too generally the characteristic of their countrymen. With me shall wonder, and with me despise ! »

-But there is another cause of the corruption of private morals, which, encouraged as it is by the government, and identified with

the interests of the community, seems to threaten the decay of all "On a small hill near the capitol, there is to be an equestrian sta- bonest principle in America. I allude to those fraudulent violations tue of General Washington.

of neutrality to wbich they are indebted for the most lucrative part * In the ferment which the French revolution excited among the of their commerce, and by which they have so long infringed and democrats of America, and the licentious sympathy with which they couuteracted the maritime rights and advantages of this country. shared in the wildest oncesses of jacobinism, we may find one source

This upwarrantable trade is necessarily a betied by such a system of of that vulgarity of vice, that hostility to all the graces of life, wbich collusion, impostare, and perjury, as cannot fail to spread rapid distinguishes the present demagogues of the United States, and bas contamination around it.

Nor long did the soul of the stranger remain

The bowl
Unblest by the smile he had languish'd to meet ;

Sparkled with starry dew,
Though scarce did he hope it would soothe him again, The weeping of those myriad urns of light,
Till the threshold of home had been kiss'd by his feet! Within whose orbs, the almighty Power,

At Nature's dawning hour,
But the lays of his boyhood had stolen to their ear, Stored the rich fluid of ethereal soul !
And they loved what they knew of so humble a name;

And they told him, with tlattery welcome and dear, Soft odorous clouds, that upward wing their flight
That they found in his heart something sweeter than

From eastern isles fame!

(Where they have bathed them in the orient ray,

And with fine fragrance all their bosoms fill'd), Nor did woman-oh woman! whose form and whose soul In circles flew, and, melting as they flew,

Are the spell and the light of each path we pursue ; A liquid day-break o'er the board distilla! Whether sunn'd in the tropics or chill'd at the pole,

All, all was luxury! If woman be there, there is happiness too!

All must be luxury, where Lyæus smiles ! Nor did she her enamouring magic deny,

His locks divine That magic his heart had relinquish'd so long,

Were crown'd
Like eyes he had loved was her eloquent cye,

With a bright meteor-braid,
Like them did it soften and weep at his song. Which, like an ever-springing wreath of vine,

Shot into brilliant leafy shapes,
Oh ! blest be the tear, and in memory oft

And o'er his brow in lambent tendrils play'd !
May its sparkle be shed o'er his wandering dream! While 'mid the foliage hung,
Oh! blest be that eye, and may passion as soft,

Like lucid grapes,
As free from a pang, ever mellow its beam!

A thousand clustering blooms of light,

Cull'd from the gardens of the galaxy!
The stranger is gone-but he will not forget,

Upon his bosom Cytherea's head
When at home he shall talk of the toil he has known, Lay lovely, as when first the Syrens sung
To tell, with a sigh, what endearments he met,

Her beauty's dawn,
As he stray'd by the wave of the Schuylkill alone! And all the curtains of the deep, undrawn,

Reveal'd her sleeping in its azure bed.

The captive deity

Languish'd upon her eyes and lip,

In chains of ecstacy!

Now in his arm,
'T was on a day

In blushes she reposed, When the immortals at their banquet lay;

And, while her zone resignd its every charm,

To shade his burning eyes her hand in dalliance stole, Though I call this a Dithyrambic Ode, I cannot presume to say And now she raised her rosy mouth to sip that it possesses, in any degree, the characteristics of that species of

The nectar'd wave poetry. The pature of the ancient Dithyrambic is very imperfectly

Lyæus gave, known. According to M. BURETTE, a licentious irregularity of metre,

And from her eyelids, gently closed, an extravagant research of thougbt and expression, and a rode embarrassed construction, are among its most distinguishing features.

Shed a dissolving gleam, He adds, Ces caractères des dityrambes se font sentir à ceux qui Which fell, like sun-dew, in the bowl ! liseot attentivement les Odes de Pindare. Mémoires de l'Acad. vol.

While her bright hair, in mazy flow 1, p. 306. Aod the same opinion may be collected from SCHMIDT'S

Of gold descending
Disserlation upon the subject. But I think, if the Dithyrambics of
Pindar were in our possession, we sbould find that, however wild and

Along her cheek's luxurious glow, fanciful, they were by no means the tasteless jargon they are repre

Waved o'er the goblet's side, septed, and that even their irregularity was wbat Boileau calls a un And was reflected by its crystal tide beau désordre. CHIABRERA, who has been styled the Pindar of Italy,

Like a sweet crocus flower, and from wbom all its poetry upon the Greek model was called Chiabreresco (as CRESCIMBENI informs us, lib. I, cap. 12) has given,

Whose sunny leaves, at evening hour, amongst bis Vendemmie, a Dithyrambic, « all'aso de Greci;- it is With roses of Cyrene blending, a full of those compound epitbets which, we are told, were a chief cha

Hang o'er the mirror of a silver stream!
racter of the style (συνθετους δε λεξεις εποιουν. SUID.
Aloupejbodio.); such as

The Olympian cup
Briglindorato Pegaso

Burn'd in the hands
But I cannot suppose that Pindar, even amidst all the license of di-

This is a Platonic fancy; the pbilosopber supposes, in his Tithyrambics, would ever have descended to ballad-language like the

mæus that, when the Deity had formed the soul of the world, be profollowing:

ceeded to the composition of other souls ; in wbich process, says

Plato, be made use of the same cup, though the ingredients he Bella Filli, e bella Clori

mingled were not quite so pure as for ihe former; and having refined Non più dar pregio a tue bellezze e taci,

the mixture with a little of his own essence, he distributed it among Che se Bacco fa vezzi alle mie labbra

the stars, wbich served as reservoirs of the fluid. Taur' ELTO Fo le fiche al vostri baci.

και παλιν επι τον προτερον κρατήρα εν ώ την του esger vorrei Coppier, E se troppo desiro

παντος ψυχην καραννυς εμισγε, κ. τ. λ. Deh fossi io Bottiglier.

* We learn from THEOPHRASTUS, that the roses of Cyrene were par Rime del CHLABRERA, part. ii, p. 352. ticularly fragrant, Ευοσμοτατα τα δε τα εν Κυρηνη ροδα. Of dimpled Hebe, as she wing'd her feet

Wafted the robe whose sacred flow

Shadow'd her kindling charms of snow,
The empyreal mount,

Pure, as an Eleusinian veil
To drain the soul-drops at their stellar fount;'

Hangs o'er the mysteries!'
And still,
As the resplendent rill

• the brow of Juno flush'd Flamed o'er the goblet with a manding hcal,

Love bless'd the breeze!
Her graceful care

The Muses blush d,
Would cool its heavenly fire

And every cheek was hid behind a lyre, In gelid waves of snowy-feather'd air,

While every eye was glancing through the strings. Such as the children of the pole respire,

Drops of ethereal dew,
In those enchanted lands 2

That burning gush'a,
Where life is all a spring and north winds never blow! As the great goblet flew
But oh!

From Hebe's pearly fingers through the sky!
Sweet Hebe, what a tear

Who was the spirit that remember's Man
And what a blush were thine,

In that voluptuous hour ?
When, as the breath of every Grace

And with a wing of Love
Wafted thy fleet career

Brushd off your scatter'd tears,
Along the studded sphere,

As o'er the spangled heaven they ran,
With a rich cup for Jove himself to drink,

And sent them tloating to our orb below ??
Some star, that glitter'd in the way,

Essence of immortality!
Raising its amorous head

The shower
To kiss so exquisite a tread,

Fell glowing through the spheres,
Check'd thy impatient pace!

While all around, new tints of bliss,
And all Heaven's host of

New perfumes of delight,
Saw those luxuriant beauties sink

Enrich'd its radiant flow!
In lapse of loveliness, along the azure skies ! 3

Now, with a humid kiss,
Upon whose starry plain they lay,

It thrill'd along the beamy wire
Like a young blossom on our meads of gold,

Of heaven's illumined lyre, 3
Shed from a vernal thorn

Stealing the soul of music in its flight !
Amid the liquid sparkles of the morn!


now, amid the breezes bland Or, as in temples of the Paphian shade,

That whisper from the planets as they roll, The myrtled votaries of the queen behold

The bright libation, softly fann'd
An image of their rosy idol, laid

By all their sighs, meandering stole!
Upon a diamond shrine !

They who, from Atlas' height,
The wanton wind,

Beheld the rill of flame
Which had pursued the flying fair,

Descending through the waste of night,
And sweetly twined

Thought 't was a planet whose stupendous frame Its spirit with the breathing rings

Had kindled as it rapidly revolved
Of her ambrosial hair,

Around its fervid axle, and dissolved
Soar'd as she fell, and on its ruffling wings

Into a tlood so bright! (Oh wanton wind!)

The child of day,

Within his twilight bower, • Heraclitus (Physicus) held the soul to be a spark of the stellar essence: • Scintilla stellaris essentiæ..-MACROBICS, in Somn. Scip.

Lay sweetly sleeping lib. i, cap. 14.

On the flush'd busom of a lotos-flower; 4 • The country of the Hyperboreans; they we supposed to be placed so far north that the north wind could not affect them ;

"The arcane symbols of this ceremony were deposited in the cista, they lived longer than any other mortals ; passed their whole time

wbere ibey lay religiously concealed from the eyes of the profane. in music and Jancing, etc. etc. But the most extravagant fiction re

They were generally carried in the procession by an ass; and hence lated of them is that to which the two lines preceding allude. It was

the proverb, wbich one may so often apply in the world, « asinus imagined that instead of our vulgar atmosphere, the Hyperboreansportat mysteria..--See the Divine Legation, book ii, sect. 4. breathed nothing but featbers! According to FERODOTUs and Plins,

* Ja tbe Geoponica, lib. ii, cap. 17, there is a fable somewhat like this idea was suggested by tbe quantity of snow which was observed to fall in those regions; thus the former : Tawy tłTEPO ELXL

this desceni of the nectar 10 earth. Ev oupavou To Gowy tuwζοντας την χιονα τους Σκυθας τε και τους περίοικους | ανασκιρτήσαι χορεια τον Ερωτα και συσσεισαι το

χούμενων, και του νεκταρος πολλου παρακειμενου, Ooxew deyerv.--Herodot. lib. iv, cap. 31. Ovid tells the fable otherwise : see Metamorph. lib. v.

πτερο του κρατηρος την βασιν, και περιτρεψαι μεν Mr O'Halloran, and some other Irish Antiquarians, have been at αυτον το δε νεκταρ εις την γην εκχυθεν, κ. τ. λ.great expense of learning to prove that the strange country, where

See Autor, de Re Rust. edit. Cantab. 1704. they took snow for feathers, was Ireland, and that the famous Abaris * The constellation Lyra. The astrologers attribute great virtues was an Irish Druid. Mr Rowland, however, will bave it, that Abaris

to this sign in ascendent, which are enumerated by Pontano, in was a Welshman, and that his name is only a corruption of Ap Rees!

his Uranie: ? I believe it is SERVIUS who mentions this unlucky trip which

---- Ecce novem cum pectine chordas Hebe made in her occupation of cup-bearer; and HOFFMAN tells it

Emodulans, mulcetque novo vaga sidera cante, after hira : - Com Hebe pocula Jovi administrans, perque lubricum

Quo captæ nascentum animæ concordia ducunt minus caute incedens, cecidisset, revolutisque vestibus ---in short,

Pectora, etc. she fell in a very awkward manper, and though (as the Encyclopédistos think) it would bave amused Jove at any other time, yet, as be

• The Egyptians represented the dawn of day by a young boy happened to be out of temper on that day, the poor girl was dis

seated upon a lotos. Ειτε Αιγυπτους έωρακως αρχην missed from her employment.

ανατολης παιδιον νεογνον γραφοντας επι λωτώ κα

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Yet thou still art so lovely to me,

I would sooner, my exquisite mother!
Repose in the sun-set of thee,

Than bask in the noon of another!

Is not thy mind a gentle mind?
Is not thy heart a heart refined ?
Hast thou not every blameless grace,

That man should love or Heaven can trace?

And oh! art thou a shrine for Sin
She never look'd so kind before-

To hold her hateful worship in?
Yet why the wanton's smile recal?
I've seen this witchery o'er and o'er,

No, no, be happy-dry that tear-
"T is hollow, vain, and heartless all!,

Though some thy heart hath harbour'd near

May now repay its love with blame; Thus I said, and sighing sipp'd

Though man, who ought to shield thy fame, The wine which she had lately tasted;

Ungenerous man, he first to wound thee; The cup where she had lately dipp'd

Though the whole world may freeze around thee,
Breath, so long in falsehood wasted.

Oh! thou 'lt be like that lucid tear!
Which, bright, within the crystal's spliere

In liquid purity was found, 9εζομενον. PLUTARCH. πεοι του μη χραν εμμετρ

Though all had grown congeal'd around; See also bis treatise de Isid, et Osir. Observing that the lotos showed

Floating in frost, it mock'd the chill, its bead above water at sun-rise, and sank again at his setting, they conceived the idea of consecrating it to Osiris, or the sun.

Was pure, was soft, was brilliant still! This symbol of a you:h sitting upon a lotos, is very frequent on the Abraxases, or Basilidian stones.-See MONTFAUCON, tom, ii, * This alludes to a curious cem, upon which Claudian has left us planche 158, and the supplément, etc. tom. ii, lib. vii, chap. 5. some pointless epigrams. It was a drop of pure water inclosed within

"The Ancients esteemed ibose flowers and trees the sweetest apon a piece of crystal.-See CLAUDIAN. Epigram. de Chrystallo cui aqun which the rainbow had appeared to rest : and the wood they chiefly ineral. Addison mentions a curiosity of this kind at ilan; he also burned in sacrifices, was that which the smile of Iris bad consecrated. says, “It is soch a rarity as this that I saw at Vendôme in France, -PLUTARCH. Sympos. lib. iv, cap. 2, where (as Vossies remark,) which obey there pretend is a tear that our Saviour sbed over LaYalovil, instead of xzOutl, is undoubtedly the gengive readin. zarus, and was garbered up by an angel, who put it in a little --Sec Vossies for some curious particularities of the rainbow, De Ori crystal vial and made a present of it to Mary Magdalen. - --- Appison's gin, el Progress. lololat. lib. iii, cap. 13.

Remarks on several Parts of Italy.





Ωσπερ σφραγιδες τα φιληματα. On! lost, for ever lost!-no more

ACHILLES Tatius, lib. ii.
Shall Vesper light our dewy way
Along the rocks of Crissa's shore,

Go!" said the angry, weeping maid,
To hymn the fading fires of day!

a The charm is broken !-once betray'd, No more to Tempé's distant vale

Oh! never can my heart rely
In holy musings shall we roam,

On word or look, on oath or sigh.
Through summer's glow and winter's gale,

Take back the gifts, so sweetly given,
To bear the mystic chaplets home!

With promised faith and vows to Heaven; 'T was then my soul's expanding zeal,

That little ring which, night and morn,
By Nature warm’d and led by thee,

With wedded truth my hand hath worn;
In every breeze was taught to feel

That seal which oft, in moments blest,
The breathings of a deity!

Thou hast upon my lip imprest,
Guide of my heart! to memory truc,

And sworn its dewy spring should be
Thy looks, thy words, are still my own-

A fountain seald' for only thee!
I see thee raising from the dew

Take, take them back, the gift and vow,
Some laurel, by the wind o'erthrown,

All sullied, lost, and hateful nowl,
And hear thce say, • This humble bough
Was planted for a doom divine,

I took the ring—the seal I took,
And, though it weep in languor now,

While, oh! her every tear and look
Shall flourish on the Delphic shrine!

Were such as angels look and shed,
Thus in the vale of earthly sense,

When man is by the world misled!
Though sunk awhile the spirit lics,
A viewless hand shall cull it thence,

Gently I whisper’d, « Fanny, dear!

Not half thy lover's gifts are here :
To bloom immortal in the skies!,

Say, where are all the seals he

To every ringlet's jetty wave,
Thy words had such a melting flow,

And where is every one he printed
And spoke of truth so sweeily well,

Upon that lip so ruby-tinted-
They dropp'd like heaven's sereuest snow,
And all was brightness where they fell.

Seals of the purest gem of bliss,
Fond soother of

Oh! richer, softer far than this! infant icar!

my Fond shares of my infant joy! Is not thy shade still lingering here?

« And then the ring-my love! recal Am I not still thy soul's employ?

How many rings, delicious all,
And oh! as oft at close of day,

His arms around that neck have twisted,
When meeting on the sacred mount,

Twining warmer far than this did!
Our nymphs awaked the choral lay,

Where are they all, so sweet, so many?
And danced around Cassotis' fount;

Oh! dearest, give back all, if any!:
As then, 't was all thy wish and care
That mine should be the simplest mien,

While thus I murmur'd, trembling too

Lest all the nymph had vow'd was true,
My lyre and voice the sweetest there,
My foot the lightest o'er the green;

I saw a smile relenting rise

'Mid the moist azure of her eyes,
So still, each little grace to mould,

form thine

Like dav-light o'er a sea of blue
are shed,

eyes Arranging cvery snowy fold,

While yet the air is dim with dew!

She let her cheek repose on mine,
And guiding every mazy tread!
And, whon I lead the hymning choir,

She let my arms around her twine

Oh! who can tell the bliss one feels
Thy spirit still, unseen and free,
Hovers between my lip and lyre,

In thus exchanging rings and seals!
And weds them into harmony!
Flow, Plistus, flow! thy murmuring wave
Shall never drop its silvery tear

Upon so pure, so blest a grave,
To memory so divinely dear!

I MORE than once have heard, at night,

A song like those thy lips have given,

And it was sung by shapes of light, The laurel, for the common uses of the temple, for adorning the

Who scem'd, like thee, to breathe of Heaven! altars and sweeping the pavement, was supplied by a tree near the fountain of Castalia: but upon all important occasions, tbey sent to Tempe for their laurel. We find in Pausanias, that this valley sup- '. There are gardens, supposed to be those of King Solomon, io plied the branches of which the temple was originally constructed; the neighbourhood of Bethlehem. The friars show.a fountain, which and Plutarca says, in his Dialogue on Music, . The youth who brings bey say is the sealed fountain' to wbich the holy spouse is the Carthe Tempic laurel toDelphi is always attended by a player on tbo flute..

ticles is compared : and they pretend a tradition, that Solomon shut Add jrid KL TO XCTAXOP. Savel Tould Tho Teuthern For his own drinking.. - MAUNDRELL'S Trarels. See also the Notes 10

up these springs and put his signer upon the door, to keep them δαφνην εις Δελφους παρομαρτει αυλητης.

Nr Goop's Transation of the Song of Solomon.

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