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into descriptions which may entertain, hut neither tlrengthen nor elevate the mind. Gray, fastidious in taste, and jealous of reputation, has left few

productions of his Muse, hut they are exquisite in their kind. His well-knownElegy,'will he read while there is a human mind capahle either of feeling or of taste; yet mnst we lament its entire destitution of those truths, which hy hringing "life and immortality to light" have ruhhed death of its sting, and the grave of its terrors. This deficiency has heen supplied hy an anonymous American poet, whose. interesting lines will he found on the 253rd page. Cowfzr is the most useful and interesting of Christian Poets. Greatly inferior to Milton in creative genius, he excels him in moral effect, hy coming home to the husiness and hosoms of men. If he does not, like our Epic Hard, enahle us to range through ideal worlds, he shows as as in a lucid and faithful mirror the scenery and interests of our own. If he does not, like him, invest the /acts of Revelation with high imaginings, he inculcates it* special verities with unsparing fidelity and poetic charm. Even his satire is kindly severe, womulin^ to heal; while in his humorous pieces, it is the moral which adorn* the tale. Contemporary with Cowper, though a Poet of very different order, was

the unhappy Burns. We admire his Hogarth-like humour, his thrilling pathos, hi* native grace and fire, hut We lament his ahase of the extraordinary talents with which "the Father, of lights" had endued him. His ** Cotter's Saturday-Night" will transmit to distant ages a faithful picture of Scottish piety in humhle life. Its length alone prevented its insertion. Of the same nation with Barns, was the meek, tender, and pious Grahame. The several pieces intrbdnccd from his works carry with them their own recommendation.

, Having arrived at our own time, Byron, its hrightest poetical ornament, claims our first attention. We are not insensihle either to the might or the charm of his Lordship's genius, hut we confess that his productions remind us of poison presented in a golden chalice, or of the serpent which fascinates to deceive, and lures to destroy. Even his descriptions of Nature are interwoven with sentiments which no heliever in the troth of Scripture, or friend to homan happiness can approve- We have, thongh not without difficulty, furnished a few unexceptionahle extracts from his works.

We cannot refrain from expressing our admiration of "The Course of Time." It is a Poem which will live when some of its more flashy compeers shall have heei* forgotten. It may have heen over-praised; it is occasionally harsh and prosaic; hut withal, it is a work of extraordinary merit and promise ;—promise alas,—never to he realized in the present world! Its highly-gifted Author can no more he soothed hy ..lattery, nor grieved hy censare. His earthly Harp lies hroken and silent In death, hut he has taken up the ** Harp of Eternity" and is singing the "new song" in rapt and undying strains— . *. ., ,-.',,

"In the hlest kingdom meek of joy and love, . .

Where entertain him all the saints ahove,

In solemn troops, and sweet societies,

That sing, and singing in their glory move,

And wipe the tear forever from his eyes." 'POllOK, hy his premature removal to a hetter world, reminds us of the lamented Kirk White, whose memory Southey and Byron have united to emhalm. His Poetry is now identified with the affecting history of his life, and "Each gives each a douhle charm."

His early death is among those hidden mysteries of Providence, which we wait the light of Eternity to reveal.

Our notice of living Poets, most he very hrief. Wordsworth ahounds in musings, which are exceedingly heantiful, though occasionally ohscure. Craere is the poetic Morland of the day. His graphic sketches of life caunot fail to interest and please, though we wish they were less morhid, and not deformed hy occasional caricatures of Evangelical Troth. Campbell, who has written no second work worthy of his superior genins, seems determined to leave us to "The Pleasures of Hope." We find in Sir W. Scott several faithful pictures of Nature and well-told tales of olden time, hut. it is not hy his poetry chiefly that he will he known to posterity; indeed its reputation seems to he already on the decline. Southet has exchanged his Aonian flights for the more profitahle walks of prose, and as his principles have greatly improved in his maturer years, we wish that he would favour os with more frequent effusions of his Muse; of a different class, however, from his "Vision of Judgment." Colebi Dge, if he had written nothing hut his "Chamouny," included in this Selection, would deserve to rank with Poets of a superior order. Montoomery, more than any other living Poet, resemhles the amiahle Cowper, and is entitled to the rare praise of having written

"No line which dying he need wish to hlot." The Poetry of -Mrs. HemAns reminds us of her first name, as few excel her in correctuess of sentiment, or Felicity of diction. She is worthy of heing associated with a Bareauld, a H. More, and a J. Taylor. Bowring has not only transfused the heanties of Foreign Poets into his own language, hut is himself a Poet of no ordinary merit.

In this hrief notice of many of the Poets of our Country, we have omitted several names, dear hoth to genins and to piety, and from whose works we have euriched our Selection.

In compiling our volume, we have endeavoured to contine ourselves to Poetry of a superior order, except in instances in which the pith and unction of the sentiment more than compensate the defects of the Muse. Rigid attention has heen paid to the principles of the Work, so that we hope it contains nothing offensive to the purest Morals, or inconsistent with Revealed Truth,

The Arrangement will we hope he found convenient, and supply a deficiency which 'must have heen often remarked in works of a similar kind.

We heg to acknowledge our ohligations to various living Authors; particularly to Messrs. Montgomery, Bowrino, Edmeston, and Conder; also to our gifted, hut too-much-neglected Townsman, Carrinoton.

We are much indehted to our Suhscrihers, and heg them to accept the Vignette, as an expression of our gratitude for their kind Patronage of the volume, which we now commend to their judgment—to puhlic inspection—and to the hlessing of God,


Dwonport, 1820


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Abash'1l he all the hoasj of »ge .... 141 Ahove, helow, wheie'er X gaze ..,.s. 11

Ahove me are the Alps. • .,,s,. 101

A cloud lay cradled near ihe setting tun 105 i
A crirqmn glow adorns the western sky aao
Aequaint thee, O mortal, aequaint thee 206 \
Adieu to thee fair Rhine, a vain adieu 01
A fairer isle than Britain, never sun.. 82
A florist a sweet little hlossom espied 67

Again the Lord of lite and light 160

Alas for Sicily! rude fragments now.. 224

A little panicle of rain 206

All in the power of their great Maker 33 All night the hooming minute gun,,.. 05 All worldly shapes shall melt in gloom 272

Almighty King who sit'st ahove 8

And afterwards the fauious rivers came 89 And did he rise? Hear, t>, ye nations 150 And first came Faith, the Marshal..,. Ut And forth they passe, with pleasme .. 01 And greedy Avarice hy him did ride.. 125 And him heside rides fierce, revenging 125 And is there care in heaven, and is s. 185 And next to him malicious Knvy rode 125 And now on earth the seventh evening 202

And thon hast walked ahout 200

And what is this? Survey the wondrous 131

Angels, assist to sing 18

A irighringalc that all day long 72

Another day has pass'd along 264

A poor wayfaring Man of grief 211

Are these the trees? Is this the place? 218 Are ye forever to your skies departed 186 Around Bethesda's healing wave .... 143 Around the fire one wintry night .... 222

Art thou a thing of mortal hirth 110

As at their work two weavers sat .... 288

A shadow on my spirit fell 254

A soul prepar'd needs no delays .... 255 A spirit passed hefore me, 1 heheld.. 206

A voice comes from llamah . 200

Awake my soul, lift up thine eyes,,.. 177


Bbaltipul are you in your lowliness 57

Beantiful creature, 1 have heen 70

Begin from first where he encradled.. 134

Behold the changes of the skies 48

Behold the large Leviathan arise .... 81

Uehold this rnin, 'twas a skull 294

Behold yon glorious orh, whose feehle 109 Be it a weakness it deserves some praise 110

Beneath, a sleeping infant lies 255

Beneath the hedge, or near the stream 72 Beyond the glittering starry skies ..., 163 Blame not the monumental stone .... 255

Blessed he thy name for ever 17

Blind, pour, and helpless Bartimcus sat 144 Bold Infidelity! turn pale and die.... 255 Brightest and hest of the sons of the.. 140

Bright morning star of hliss 174

Bright portals of the sky 181

Bright stranger, weleome to my field 71 Bright Summer heams along the sky.. 37

But art ihan thus indeed alone? 235

But how shall He the great Supreme.. 206 But if our thoughts are flx'd aright.... 230 By Judah's vales, and olive-glades.s.. 204 But 'tis not local prejudice thHt prompts 88 But who can paint like nature f 50

Can l hid thee little stranger 118

Cease here longer to detain me 246

Charity, decent, modest, easy, kind .. 170

Childhood, happiest stage of life 110

Child of man, whose seed helow 170

Come down in thy profoundest gloom 232 Come golden evening! In the west.. 30

Come, my fond fluttering heart 182

Contemplate when the sun declines .. 200

Creation's heir, the first, the last 188

Creator, Spirit, hy whose aid 166

Damb Charity one day was tired .... 287 Dartmoor rears in the dim distance ., 102 Darkness now rose as daylight sank •, 142; Deep in Sahea's fragrant groves retired 13S Delightful Tamar, swell the notes .... 00

Dull Atheist! coald a giddy dance 1

Dnty and Pleasure long at strife 287

Dweller in heaven, and ruler helow .. 10

Each fahled fount of comfort dry.... 128 Earth now is green, and heaven is hlue 30 England, with all thy faults I love thee 82 Ere sin could hlight or sorrow fade .. 255

Fair are the provinces that England 88 Fair Autumn spreads her fields of gold 38 Fair flower that shunn'st the glare of day 50 Fair flowers in sweet succession should 270

Fair pledges of a fruitful tree 218

Faith, Hope, and Love now dwell.... 177 Faith, like a simple, unsuspecting child 173

Fallen is thy throne, O Israel 212

Far from the world, O Lord! I flee .. 181 Far to the right where Appennine.... 83 Father of heaven, full many a wasted 238

Faults in the life hreed errors 205

Fierce o'er the sands the lordly lion stalks 70 Fierce passions discompose the mind.. 180 First-horn of Ether, high in fields of light 131 Forced from home and all its pleasures 231

Forgive thy foes, nor that alone 296

For man to tell how human life hegan 116

Form'd in pure celestial fashion 127

Forth from the dark/and stormy sky.. 184 For tho' in souls where taste and sense 215 For thou didst die forme, oh Son of God 157 For thou wast horn of woman, thou didst 135 France, and Spain, and Portugal .... 231

Friend after friend departs 241

From hright'ning fields of ether 44

From Calvary a cry was heard 155

From conquest Jeptha came 200

From Olivet's sequestered seats 147

From the hill, stout timher Noah fell'd 100 From the recesses of a lowly spirit .. 183 Full of mercy, fall of love 143

Give me my scallop-shell of quiet.... 181 Glitt'ring heneath the morning's potent 00 God of my life, and Author of my days 14

God In the high and holy place 34

God moves in a mysterious way .... 33

Go to dark Gethsemane 150

Go where a foot hath never trod .,.. 104


Go wing thy flight from star to star .. 282 Great All in All' I bend in dnst .... 15 Great God! whose essence, pure, divine 2 Great Ocean too that morning 93

Hail, and farewell, thou lovely guest 62 Hail, heauteous stranger of the grove.. 76 Hail Devon, in thy hosom let me rest 86

Hail, gentle winds! I love your 103

Hail! great Immanuel, ever honour'd 165 Hail! hail! reviv'd, reviving Spring.. 30 Hail, nohle Alhion; where no golden 82

Hail the day that sees him rise 161

Hail to thy hues thou lovely flower .. 62

Happiness! thou lovely name 169

Happy me I O happy sheep 165

Hark, in the vale i hear thy evening.. 75 Hark, twas dark winter's sullen voice 38 Hard is the heart who never at the tomh 272 Harp of Eternity! hegin the song .... 18 Hast thou a charm to stay the morning 23 Have ye dwelt in the land of the hrave 08 Hear what they were: The progeny.. 123 He came, the sweet angel my Father 242 He is the freeman, whom the truth .. 180 Here hliss is short, imperfect, insecure 275 Here having stepp'd ahoard, he turn'd 145 Her mighty sails the hreezes swell.... 227 He wept hy Lazarus' grave, how will 154 He who hath hent him o'er the dead.. 83

High on her rock in solitary state 234

His eyes uplifted and his hands close.. 144 Hope, with uplifted foot set free .... 174

Honour and happiness unite 187

How beautiful is morn 259

How cheerfully the uupartiall Sunne.. 178 How fair is the Rose I what a heautiful 61

How long ye miserahly hlind 168

How lovely is this wildered scene .... 115 How many thousands are wakening .. 258 How poor, how rich, how ahject .... 126 How rich the Peacock! what hright.. 76

How softly now the vernal gales 43

How still the morning of the hallow'd 263 How smiling wakes the verdant year.. 37 How sweetly flow'd the gospel's sound 142 How sweet in the musing of faith .... 15S How withered, perished seems the form 61

I Ask'd an aged man, a man of cares 250 I ask'd the heavens what foe to God.. 157 PACE.

I how hefore the power 16

I did hut see him and he disappeared 246 If Nature smiles e;en here helow .... 277

If this delicious, grateful flower 236

I gaze u pon yon orhs of light 261

I hate that Drum's discordant sound.. 203 I heard that Negro on his lowly hed .. 232 I hear thee speak of the hetter land .. 270

I loved thee daughter uf my heart 245

Immense Creator 1 whose all-powerful 12 In a valley ohscure, on a hank of green 64 In days of yore as Gothic fahle tells .. 284

In distant days of wild romance 202

la Israel's fane hy silent night 200

Injured, hopeless, faint and weary.... 103

I never hear that plaintive sigh 238

In this pillar I do lie 192

In times like ours,'twere wise if people 204

I quit the world's fantastic joys 182

1 saw it in my evening walk 58

I saw them in white raiment 281

I sing of God the mighty source 1

I sought Thee round ahout, O thou '.. 3

Is there no power our darkness 160

It happen'd ou a solemn even-tide 160

It happen'd on a cloudy morn 286

It is a fearful thing to see 238

It is a solemn chapter, and is graced.. 211

It is not that my lot is low 235

It seems as if the summer sky 265

It was a summer-evening 225

I was toss'd on the hillows of life .... 146 I will not praise the often flatter'd rose 60

Jehovah reigns: letevery nation hear 7 Jesus, and didst thou condescend .... 148

Jesus while he dwelt helow 153

Joy to the followers of the Lord 170

King of the dead how long shall sweep 213 Know'st thou the value of a soul 206

Land where the hones of our fathers 240

Last smile of the departing year 60

Let ns with a gladsome mind 21

Lift up your heads ye everlasting gates 162 Light from the sod the lark exulting.. 75

Little iumate, full of mirth 71

Live while you live, the Epicure would 206

Lord it helongs not to my care 176

Look where he comes; in this "237

Load hlew the storm of night 146

Lo where a crowd of pilgrims toil.... 181

Mantled in storms; attended hy the 47 Many are the sayings of the wise .... 177 Man with his whole posterity must die 130

Meek twilight! haste to shroud 110

Me, O my God I thy piercing eye .... 0

Methinks it is good to he here 269

Mild is the Behemoth, though large .. 80 Mild offspring of a dark and sullen sire 58

Mindful of disaster past 30

Minutest of the feather'd kind 73

Moon of Harvest, herald mild Ill

My chaise the village inn did gain 249

My conscience is my crown 212

My ear is pained, my soul is sick .... 230 My God, all nature owns thy sway .. 11 My God, thy houndless love we praise 12

Muse! take the harp of prophecy 265

Mysterious visitant! whose heauteous 114

Nay, do not wantonly destroy 68

Nay, shrink not from that word Farewell 230 Next, hrave Philotimusin post did ride 124 Next to the captain, coward Deilos .. 126

Night is the time fur rest 260

No airy dreams their simple fancies .. 253

Nohle the mountain stream 283

Nor less attractive is the woodland .. 51 No sounds of worldly toil ascending .. 07 Not a tree, a plant, a leaf, a hlossom 51

Not seldom, clad in radiant vest 14

Not worlds on worlds in phalanx deep 50 Now let the hright reverse he known 172

Now the golden morn aloft ., 44

No war, or hattle's sou rid W6

Oescurest night involved the sky .. 220

O hury not the dead hy day 270

O day most calm and hright 262

Odours of spring my sense ye charm.. 242

O execrahle son so to aspire 230

Oft have I seen, when musing 121

O God, whose thunder shakes the sky 178

Oh call my hrother hack to me 244

Oh come with thy olive-hranch 166

Oh for that spirit which on Moses' lyre 107

Oh for the harp that David swept 201

O gracious power, for thy helov'd .. 41 O hand of hounty largely spread .... 34

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