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Were none putobčutes to call that soil their home, While I, as oft, in witching thought shallärove
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
The throne and laws more sovereign still than he!
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
Beneath the rose's velvet charm ?»
Never did moral thought occur
In more unlucky hour than this;
For oh! I just was leading her,
To talk of love and think of bliss.
I rose to kill the snake, but she
In pity pray'd, it might not be.
« 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,
To let it sting one-don't you think so!»
WRITTEN ON LEAVING PHILADELPHIA.
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
Sparkled with starry dew,
At Nature's dawning hour,
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,
With a bright meteor-braid,
Shot into brilliant leafy shapes,
And o'er his brow in lambent tendrils play'd !
Like lucid grapes,
A thousand clustering blooms of light,
Cull'd from the gardens of the galaxy!
Upon his bosom Cytherea's head
Her beauty's dawn,
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,
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
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!
The Olympian cup
Burn'd in the hands
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,
Pure, as an Eleusinian veil
Hangs o'er the mysteries!'
• the brow of Juno flush'd Flamed o'er the goblet with a manding hcal,
Love bless'd the breeze!
The Muses blush d,
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,
That burning gush'a,
From Hebe's pearly fingers through the sky!
Who was the spirit that remember's Man
In that voluptuous hour ?
And with a wing of Love
Brushd off your scatter'd tears,
As o'er the spangled heaven they ran,
And sent them tloating to our orb below ??
Essence of immortality!
Fell glowing through the spheres,
While all around, new tints of bliss,
New perfumes of delight,
Enrich'd its radiant flow!
Now, with a humid kiss,
It thrill'd along the beamy wire
Of heaven's illumined lyre, 3
Stealing the soul of music in its flight !
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
By all their sighs, meandering stole!
They who, from Atlas' height,
Beheld the rill of flame
Descending through the waste of night,
Thought 't was a planet whose stupendous frame Its spirit with the breathing rings
Had kindled as it rapidly revolved
Around its fervid axle, and dissolved
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
Yet thou still art so lovely to me,
ON SOME CALUMNIES AGAINST HER CHARACTER.
Is not thy mind a gentle mind?
That man should love or Heaven can trace?
And oh! art thou a shrine for Sin
To hold her hateful worship in?
No, no, be happy-dry that tear-
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,
Oh! thou 'lt be like that lucid tear!
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.
HYMN OF A VIRGIN OF DELPIII,
RINGS AND SEALS.
AT THE TOMB OF HER MOTRRR.
“Ωσπερ σφραγιδες τα φιληματα. On! lost, for ever lost!-no more
ACHILLES Tatius, lib. ii.
Go!" said the angry, weeping maid,
a The charm is broken !-once betray'd, No more to Tempé's distant vale
Oh! never can my heart rely
On word or look, on oath or sigh.
Take back the gifts, so sweetly given,
With promised faith and vows to Heaven; 'T was then my soul's expanding zeal,
That little ring which, night and morn,
With wedded truth my hand hath worn;
That seal which oft, in moments blest,
Thou hast upon my lip imprest,
And sworn its dewy spring should be
A fountain seald' for only thee!
Take, take them back, the gift and vow,
All sullied, lost, and hateful nowl,
I took the ring—the seal I took,
While, oh! her every tear and look
Were such as angels look and shed,
When man is by the world misled!
Gently I whisper’d, « Fanny, dear!
Not half thy lover's gifts are here :
Say, where are all the seals he
To every ringlet's jetty wave,
And where is every one he printed
Upon that lip so ruby-tinted-
Seals of the purest gem of bliss,
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,
His arms around that neck have twisted,
Twining warmer far than this did!
Where are they all, so sweet, so many?
Oh! dearest, give back all, if any!:
While thus I murmur'd, trembling too
Lest all the nymph had vow'd was true,
I saw a smile relenting rise
'Mid the moist azure of her eyes,
Like dav-light o'er a sea of blue
eyes Arranging cvery snowy fold,
While yet the air is dim with dew!
She let her cheek repose on mine,
She let my arms around her twine
Oh! who can tell the bliss one feels
In thus exchanging rings and seals!
TO MISS SUSAN B--CKF--D.
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.