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What pleafures canft thou hope for if dif- tion, accompanied by the acclamations guft affaults thee in the very arms of love? of his new subjects. A select body of I have certainly mistaken the objects of de- old men conducts the new Prince to a fire. I feel my wihes extend beyond the fumptuous palace. Thither he is followenjoyments of the body. My senses are ed by a troop of warriors who divide overpowered and cloyed. How inglori- themselves into two bands. The bril. ous is it to be thus buried in grofs grati- liance of their armour is terrible. The fications, and to pass my life like the thirst of carnage sparkles in their eyes, brutes in indolence and inactivity! I feel and they seem to breathe nothing but my wishes expand. I feel my soul made war. The people, in crowds, from all for noble pursuits. I am formed for places of the city, come to kiss the steps treading the paths of heroes, and for of the throne ; and innumerable camels mounting to ihe summit of glory by bring, as presents to the new king, the roads inaccessible to the voluptuary. 'No, riches of his provinces, the gold of the I will no longer be imprisoned in a bow« illes, and the spices of Arabia. er of myrtle, in a corner of the earth, The ears of Zohar were enchanted unheard of and unknown. The fenti- with the warlike sound of the trumpet, ment that inclines me to honour and and the neighing of the war-horse that power is an earnest of fuccefs, and the fummoned him to the field. He marches ardent courage that is to raise me to forth, he attacks his neighbours, and de: kame must no longer languish in the em- feats them. The shouts of triumph, and braces of women. Ah! if Firnaz would the groans of the dying, are music to his once more be favourable! never till now ear. Proud of success, the new conquerhave I felt a desire that was worthy of or haftens to innundate another nation myself, or of his approbation. I now see with blood : and as he runs from victory the whole extent of my past errors. Will to victory, from conquest to conquest, he any thing then remain for me to wish disregards every obitacle. Already all when I shall see my country as boundless the neighbouring states are made tribų. as my desires, and my power the terror tary, the provinces are ravaged, the foof my people? How delightful is it to rests are burnt and destroyed; but the consider oneself as the lord of mankind, ambition of Zohar is not satisfied. He as the god of the earth, the arbiter of is tortured with the thought that there destiny, deciding with a single look the still exist people who have not experienfate of princes, with one hand launching ced the power of his arms. He first formthe thunder, and with the other dispen- ed the wish, recorded of another conquerfing blessings! Ah! why is such happi. or who lived long after him, that heae · nels with-held from me *"

ven had made other worlds for him to While he was speaking, an invisible fubdue. Amongst the millions of slaves arm lifted him up, and bore him with ra- that were vile. enough to worship him, pidity thro' the air. He saw below him he found a few wile men, who, with a country of immense extent, interfected generous boldness, fummoned him back with forests of cedars. Rivers like seas to the duties of humanity, by proposing precipitated themselves from the moun- to him a model for Princes in the extains, and were distributed into number ample of the Deity, who is all-powerful less canals running through plantations only that he may do good. Zohar would of palm trees. Zohar was ftruck with not hearken to them; and indeed how the fplendor of the cities that rose fú- should wisdom make herself be heard by perbly in the midst of these fruitful him who is deaf to the eloquence of tears plains. “ All that thou feeft, said the and to the cries of murdered innocence. invisible Genius, is thine.”. Zohar de- But the fall of this hero was approachvoured with his eyes the vast countries ing. A powerful nation, who for ages of which he was to become the possessor. had enjoyed in peace the blessings of liq His heart leaped for joy when, after a 'a. berty, excited his ambition. Unity and pid flight, Firnaz descended to the earth. love for their country and for freedom Zohar found himself at once in the midst made them a nation of heroes. Young of a folemn and respectable assembly of and old, without distinction, fly to arms; heroes and old men, who proclaimed him the justice of their cause and native coutheir chief before he could recover from rage animate every heart, and invigorate his astonishment. He fees in an instant the most feeble. They attack the enemy a whole people proftrate at his feet. His with a valour which nothing can resin, Ehead is encircled with a diadem, and the very stroke is mortal. The barbarians fall, sound of a trumpet announces his elec- and those that escape take refuge in un

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kuown defarts and dark retreats. Ourensure my felicity. I am not reduced hero, who had with dilliculty faved him- fo low, as to envy the lot of a contempfelf from the juft fury of his enemies, tibleineet. What is the pleasure which lias · recovers at lait froin his long delirium perpetuaily involved me in a series of tuto perceive that he is but a man. Long multuary passions, compared to the inno. he wanders thro' secret paths, his limts, cent enjoyment of this winged caterpil. though urged by terror, are hardly alile lar? I now prefer to the misery of being to bear him on. After much fatigue, he master of the world, and of being a slave finds himiclf in the middle of a plain en- to my own cetires, the pleafure of roving compafied with high mountains, where ainong the treasures of Flora. Change rae the stillness of the place invites him to into a butterfly.” Jinmediately his borly repose. He sits down at the brink of a began to ihrisk, and dwindled mto the fi. fountain, and tolitude and the viciffitudes gure of a worm; he is covered with a of lite lead Zohar to sericus reflection. duicate plumage, and four painted wings

“ Ah, Zohar, said he, how hast thou display their beauty to the fun The soul been deceived by vain hopes ! where are of Zohar is astonished to find ittelf con. how those dreams of greatness that made fined in fo narrow a circle, but his defires thee fancy thyself the arbiter of fate and are are now more moderate, they are the god of the earth? Destiny, more gratified with more case, and do not lead jowerful than the most victorious ar- him beyond his proper fphere. The new inies, has dethroned thce. Wretch that butterfly, eager to try his wings, mounts thou art, into what misery art thou plun. from the flower, then fuddenly alights ged by thy own folly. 'Cruel Genius, rifes again, and cautiously trutts himself dirift thou not know that my request, in an element to which he is not yet acwhen granted, would be fatal to me? customed. Now he enjoys the sweet Why didit thou listen to me when I was perfumes that issue from a thousand blof. ignoran:ly demanding of thee my ruin? foms. He hovers over the flowers, and Alas! how happy would man be if he declares to them his transports. He was were released from the imperious domi- ftill Auttering and pleafing himself with nion of reafon, that vain prerogative, his new condition, when a cruel enemy which, it is faid, exalts him above the of the infect tribe, a female crow, feized brutes! From it flow all the evils that him in her bill, to carry him for food to humanity is liable to. Dazzled with its her young. falle light, intoxicated with the greatness The fear of death had, such an effect which it promises him, man fancies him- on Zohar, that he awaked. Struck with fe!f a god; but an unexpected blow sud- the lively ideas that had passed in his denly precipitates him from his imagi- mind during seep, he looked around him nary heaven, far below the brutes of the and was overjoyed to think that the danearth. O happy tenants of the foreft, ger he had been exposed to was but a how freely you range through your na- dream. He finds himself in his bed by tive retreats! No passions trouble your the fide of Thirza, who enjoyed the calm repose, but such as you can easily grati- repose of the morning, while the first fy; you live in perpetual joy, while pride beams of Aurora darted on her as the makes man his own tormentor. Your lay, and never did they fhine on a fairer wants are few, and nature liberally sup- forin. Zohar reflected on his dream, and plits what is neceffary to content them. was astonited to find in it those defires The Spring displays ak its charms for that had often agitated him fo clearly you; love beltows on you its sweets with- pictured. “ Yes, cried he, it is fome out inflaming you with those impetuous benevolent fpirit, perhaps Firnaz himself, fires that spread devaftation among the who hath deigned to procure me this human race, and that make their very falutary dream. O friendly Genius, if enjoyments more odious to them than thou didst mean to inftruct' me thy ex real lufferings.'

pectations fhall not be deceived. Thy As he was speaking, a butterfly with cares have performed during deep what gilded wings perched upon a flower by could not have been effectuated when the his fide; he beheld it while with pleafea faculties were awake, as the body has inconftancy it fluttered froin the lilly to then so much ipfiuence on the mind. the rose, and from the rose to the lilly. Now, I am convinced that hitberto my " O Firmaz! cried Zohar, twice haft lite has been only the dream of a fou thou too easily granted me the wish that deranged by error, and vilely enslaved hy was to operate my ruin: hear me now, the tyranny of the senses. What new for the last time, when I ask what will thoughts arife in my mind! how little

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does the greatness of this world appear amiable Thirza, whofe beauty unires the in my eyes! Why have I been so long varied perfections of nature. Henceforthi a ftranger to the fublime tranquillity 1 I shall consider my own heart as my proat this moment enjoy ! O, Eternal Wif- per empire. I shall learn to subdue my dom, guide my steps by thy harmonious headstrong will, and to relish those pure light! Already I fee the mifts that en joys that virtue and contentment, and a vcloped thy attractions begin to diffipate, grateful mind, never fail to beftow. With pleasure do I return to thy arms,

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POETRY.
A Danish Song.

Le jour le plus luifant

M'est nuit noire et obscure, ESTE Doras! engle pige,

Et n'est rien fi exquis

Qui de moy foit reynis...)
Som i dyd ei har din lige,
Hor en ellkers kjælen bön!

Pour mon mal estranger,

Je ne m'arreste en place; Mig din dyd has giort til fange,

Mais jen ay beauchanger. Og din riidhed til din trel;

Si ma douleur n'efface ! Frihed jeg nu vil forglemme,

Car mon pis, et non nieux Baandet smager alt for vel!

Sont les plus diserts lieux. Hold mig værdig til din lænke,

Si en quelque fejour, Og min hærskerinde bliv!.

Soit en bois ou en préo, Hinelen mig da ei kan fkiænke

Soit vers l'aube du jour, Sturre glæde, bedre liv!

Ou foit sur la vespree, Kronen selv jeg ei vil bytte

Sans celle mon cur fent For din f. de kiærlighed.;

Le segret d'un absent. Nei, jeg glad, udi en hytte,

Si parfois vers le cienz Ler' hos dig med aifomhed.

Viens à dresser ma vue,

Le doux trait de ses yeux
Translation.

Je voy en une nue ;
DORAS! dear, angelic creature,

Soudain les voys en l'eau,
Fairest of the gentle fair,

Comme dans son tombeau.
Excellence of human nature,
Hear a lover's tender pray'r!

Si je suis en repos,

Sommeillant sur ma couche, Me thy virtue hath enchanted;

J'oy qu'il me tient propros Me thy sweetness hath enthrall'&:

Je le sens qui me touche : Freedom! tho' of thee l’ve vaunted,

En labeur, en recoy,' Doras' flave I must be callid!

Tousjours est prés de moy. Thou! than whose all worth is leffer,

Mets chanson icy fin Deem me worthy of thy chain!

A fi triste complainte Doras, be my sweet pofTenor !

Dont fera le refrin ; Heav'ns! my life how blissful then!

Amour yraye et non feiute,

Pour la I paration,
For thy love I'd give, with pleasure,

N'aura diminution
Kingdorne, had I such to give;
And, with thee, beyond-ail measure
Blels'd, in humble cottage live.

On leaving Frapce.
A.R. B. E.

By the fane.

DIEU plaisant pays de France,
Perfes written by MARY. STUART, que a noprit ma jeune enfance,
On the Death of ber Husband Francis I. Adieu France, adicu mes beaux jours,

La nef qui dejoint nos amours,
E qui m'estoit plaisant,

N's cy de moi que la moieté

Une part te refte elle est cienne, * A Translation it requested.

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Je la fie a ton amitié

He from my lip Pour que de l'autre il te souvienne.

Would moysture Tip.

He would from my trèncher feed,
Translation.

Then would hop, and then would run,

And cry Philip when h' had done :
AREWELI, sweet France ! farewell,

O whole heart can choose but bleed?
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sweet genial clime,

O how eager would he fight,
Wherc erst with joy I past my youthful And ne'er hurt though he did bite :
time!

No morn did pass
To other realms I go; and, torn from you, But on my glass
To peace and happiness must bid adieu : r He would fit, and mark, and do
Th' unfriendly bark, that bears mé far ao What I did; now ruffle all
way,

His feathers o'r, now let 'em fall,
Conveys but part-the rest with you must And then straightway fleek them too.

stay : My grateful heart with you I leave behind! Feather'd now to pierce our hearts;

Whence will Cupid get his darts, And may it ever keep me in your mind !

A wound he may,

Not Love conveigh,
Another.

Now this faithfull Bird is gone,

O let mournfull Turtles joyn DEAR France, adicu, thou dearest land With loving Reel-breafts, and combine

his Whose nursing care my tenderest years can

CARTWRIGHT, tell. Adieu thy cpafts-adieu my happiest hours, Tho' bears the bark but half of what is

One of Hafez. yours, I all am thine and the best part of me,

Translated by Mr Nott. My aching heart, shall still remember théc !

NLESS my fair-one's cheek be near

How vain, Rose, thy boasted bloom ! SON G.

Unless, prime season of the year,

The grape's rich streams be round theo THE filver rain, the pearly dew,

shed,

They seeking love along the mead, Alike

hediy vain is thy perfume !

The soften d rocks once forrow knew,

And marbles have found tears to shed :
The fighing trees in ev'ry grove,
Have pity, if they have not love.
Shall things inanimate be kind,

And every soft sensation know;
The weeping rain, and fighing wind,
All

, all but thee, fome' mercy show. Ah, pity, if you scorn t'approve, Hare pity, if thou hast not love. T.

In shrubs which kirt the scented mead,
Or garden's walk embroider'd gay,
Can the fweet voice of joy be found-
Unless, to harmonize the shade,
The nightingale's soft-warbled lay
Pour melting melody around?
Thou flow'ret trembling to the gale,
And thon, Ocypress ! waving flow
Thy green head in the summer air;
Say What will all your charms avail,
If the dear maid, whose blushes glow
Like living culips, be not there? 1
The nymph who tempts with honied lip,
With cheeks that shame the vernal rose,
In rapture we can ne'er behold;
Unless with kisses fond we fip
The luscious balm that lip bestows-
Unless our arms that nymph enfold.
Sweet is the rose-empurpled bow'r,
And sweet the juice diftilling bright
In rills of crimfon from the vine :
But are they fweet, or have they pow't
To bathe the fenfes in delight,
Where beauty's presence docs not line ?

Lesbia, on ber Sparrow. ELL me not of joy : there's none

;

Nay,

He, just as you,

Would toy and wooe, He would chirp and Aatter me,

would hang the wing awhile, t length he saw me smile,

how fullen he would be ? would catch a crumb and then sting let it goc agen,

Nay, let the magic hand of art

Lines on a Petticoat which had been borThe animated pidure grace,

rowed to make a Mantle ; in which to With all the hues it can devise ;

perfonate the Character of Marc Antony. Yet this no pleasure will impart,

THE Without the loul-enchanting face

'HO' now in stately pride Tindur'd with nature's purer dies.

Thou flow'st, gay Mantle, down an

Emp'ror's side ; But what's thy life, O Hafez! say? Yet with what nobler honours wert thou A coin that will no value bear,

grac'd, Altho' by thee 'tis priz'd in vain

When fondly clinging round fair Delia's Not worthy to be thrown away

waist; At the rich banquct of thy fair,

A charm within thy filken bond was furl'd, Where boundless love, and pleasure reign! For which thy present Lord well lost the

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Ar Elegy on the Unknown Author of

the ancient Ballad of Chevy Chace. RUNETTA refuses my kiss,
(N deep oblivion's dreary gloom
A magic name at rest is laid;

Fly, Zephyr, and tell the sweet Miss,
The ruthless rigours of the tomb

Ah! tell her we're both of a mind.

If we're left but a moment alone,
But half conccal the stately shade.

She flies with impatience away,
What if the Muse's earth-born name 'Tis cruel to fly, I muft own
To blazing fame has been denied,

-But 't were vajtly more cruel to stay.
In merit's unabated claim
The loss is more than half supplied. Scarce akk d she resign’d up her charms.

I lov'd her because I hate trouble. Perhaps misfortune in his youth

Now she drives me, (sweet nymph!) from His rising virtues might affail,

her arms, Or o'er the infant shield of Truth

My love and my transports are double. The points of Envy might prevail. In my arms she would languish and melt

I felt a dull kind of a joy : Or to his rude, untutor'd lays,

But what were the raptures I felt, Untimely grand, sublimely wild,

When first she began to grow cor! Mute was the voice of public praise, Which made him more Misfortune's To the charmer my mournful farewell, child.

Ye Echoes and Zephyrs, convey : Perhaps, remote from hall or bower,

For Ze Shyrs and Echoes may tell He wore his penfive hours alone,

What I cannot so civilly say. Where Dulness lavish'd all her power,

Forbid her for Damon to mourn ; And died unhonour'd and unknown,

For Damon is heartily glad.

But fay, should her fondness return, But now, from vulgar light debarr'd I shall die, or run off, or run mad.

Genii select his athes keep;
Theis fpears transfix'd their bound'ries
guard,

The Fair Moralist.
Whilft o'er his hallow'd cell they weep.
Yet know, loft Bard of partial fame,

AS by fide,

With solitary, pensive air, Such flames thy numbers still inspire, Fair Chloe search'd the filver tide, Our village youth oft ask thy name,

With pleasing hope and patient care ; And of thy story too inquire.

Forth as the cast the filken fly, and, thoughtful of thy forceful lay,

And inuing stroll'd the bank along, Fair England's boaft, and Scotia's pride,

She thought no lift'ning car was nigh, Now heap with Sain th' embatel'd way,

While thus the tun'd her moral song. 'Gainf Gallia fighting side by side. The poor, unhappy, thoughtless fair, And down the live-long stream of time

Like the mute race, are oft undone;

These with a gilded fly we inare,
Thy artless theme shall e'er be fung
Throughout fair Albiou's happy clime,

With gilded flatt'ry those are won. la moving Arams by many a tongue. Careless like them, they frolick round,

W.H. REID. And sportive toss th' illuring bait;

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