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From the Literary Gazette.

The worins will soon feed on my breast, We are indebted to a distinguished Poet for,

And revel o'er my sepseless clay ; the followiog lines, though he does not aq.

But gnawing thoughts will be at rest, thorize as to give his name. No name (we

More ravenous and fell than they. think) could enhance their beauty.

The grass-green sod will heavily

Press on the head it covers o'er; THE MOSLEM BRIDAL-SONG. But light will every burden be FROM THE ITALIAN.

When grief shall weigh it down no more: THERE is a radiance in the sky,

And dark will be my couch of rest, 1 A flush of gold, and purple dye.

And cold, but free from pain and fears, Night lingers in the west, ---the sun

Unshaken by any throbbing breast, Floats on the sea.--- The day's begun.

Uuwetted by my bursting tears. The wave slow swelling to the shore

Then lady do not weep for me, Gleams on the green like silver ore ;

Because my closing hour is near; The grove, the cloud, the mountain's brow,

I only mourn that
Are burning in the crim)n glow;

So long a way-worn traveller heren
Yetall is silence ,---till the gale
Shakes its rich pinions from the vale.

It is a lovely hour,---though Heaven
Had pe'er to man his partuer given,

From the Monthly Magazine, Nov, 1817.
That thing of beauty, fatal, fair,
Bright, fickle---child of tlame and air;

THE RUINS OF JERUSALEM.
Y t such an hour, sach s ces above,
Such earth below, had taught him Love.

By W. MUNRO. But there are sognds along the gale ;-

T AND of the fallen ! desolate and low, Not murmurs of the grot or vale--

I Thy glory perish'd, and thy sons in woe; Yet wild, yet sweet, as ever stole

Far from thy Zion, wanderers they roam, To soothe their twilight wanderer's soul,

And serk, 10 vain, a refuge and a tiome. It comes from yonder jasmine bower,

Ah! who shall mourn thee? wbo shall weep From yonder mosque': enamelled tower,

their doom, From yonder harein's roof of goli,

Thy pride a desert, and their hope a tomb? From yonder castle's haughty hoid :

Thir tears on distant lands like Jordan roll, On strain of witchery ! who i'er

Where rest refreshes not their weary soul : That heard thee, felt mot joy was near;

Unnallow'd footsteps now trace Jordan'swave, My soul shall in the grave be dim

Thy homeless children seek a cheerless grave. Ere it forgets that bridal hymn.

Broken thy harp, and mute that fearful strain, 'Twas such a moru, 'twas such a tone

That wildly kindled in prophetic reign; That woke me ;---visions ! are ye gone ?

The voice of praise, of penitence, and prayer,

All hush'd in silence---horror gathers there! The futes breathe nigh, ---the portals now Mournful the cedars on thy Lebanon bow, Pour out a train, wbite veiled, like snow In Judah's ear, alas! they sing not pow; Upon its mountain summit spread,

Thy breath of fragrance, and thy balmy dew, In splendor beyond man's rude tread;

Trembling upon thy wilds of fairést hue; Aod o'er their pomp, emerging far

Thy living fire that burns with ceaseless glow, The bride, like morning's virgin star.

Thy milk and honey that still overflow; And soon along the eve may swim

Thy woody hills that wave beneath the breeze, The chorus of the bridal byim;

Whose soft perfume the waken'd sease doth Again the bright procession move

please : To take the last, sweet veil from Love.

Thy blushing streams, that warble ceaseless Then speed thee on, thou glorious suu !

praise, Swift rise,---swift set, ---be bright--and done. To thein who taught thee first the pote to raise, Oct. 1817.

HERMES. Thine Israel joy not, broken, blighted, fled ;

Vile Moslem now poilutes thee with his tread !

Voiceless thy holy Fane! save when the wail From the Literary Gazette, Oct. 1817. Of some lone pilgrim trembles on the gale,

Who seeks the footsteps that his father trod, THE OLD MAN'S SONG,

Salem, the dwelling-place of Israel's God: (From a MS. Poem)

His heart with inward anguish yearning leaps,

As on some pile he droops his head and weeps. By HENRY NEELE.

Land of the fallen ! land of other years, AH, lady! do not weep for me,

Dim is thy beauty veil'd in grief and tears! Because my closing hour is near, Ouce pride of earth, now mockery of score, I oniy monro that I should be

Dishonor'd, humbled, of thy greatness shorn : So long a way-worn traveller here.

Pride points her scoffs, derides thy deep diso These old white bairs are slender t:es

grace, To bind me to o Jeak a shore ;

Insults thine ashes, and pursues thy race ! A heart that only beats with sighs

The lifeless shade of all thy splen:Sour fied, Cares pot bow soon it beats no more.

The living hope of Israel's drooping bead ;

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Let the unholy edge the taunting jeer,

Then wonder not that beauty's eye, Yet sympathy will fondly linger here,

That manly heart, that poet's sigh,
And o'er thy ruins sob her deep regret,

Should such a Midas crave;
Thy day of joy in inists and darkness set ! Art may be foiled, and heroes fall---
Lovely, though faded, o'er thee still a seam Success uncertain is to all,
of former glory hallows with it's beam;

But seldom fails a knaye.
A sacred lustre, ne'er to know decay,
But gently brighten into endless day.
Sweet are the wild flowers that thy desert
paint,

From the Gentleman's Magazine.
Soft is thy turtle's heart-dissolving plait ;
Sad as the evening shade, the breeze's sigh, Mr. URBAN,

July, 29, 1817. The grief that dims the hopeless lover's eye: You were so gooil as to think an Elegy of TiAs mania's vacant glare, that coldly thrills, bullus, which I sent you some months ago, Or the dun gloom of sapulchre that chills, worthy of insertion. I now inclose a part As wintry hue that covers wan decay,

of the third Elegy, containing his beautiful When the last spark of life hath pass'd away; descriptions of the Saturnian Age, and the Or prostrate oak, shatter'd by light'oing's state of the virtuous and wicked after death, blast,

according to the Ileathen mythology. Whose mould'ring fragments speak it's glories

E.W. c. past : Such art thou : lightnings o'er thy beauty RLEST was mankind in/kingly Saturo's swept,

5 days, Wild was that eye that gaz'd and would have Ere yet the earth was furrowed into ways. wept;

Ere yet the pine the dark-blue billow dar'd, Fierce was the burning throb, the pang acute,

Or loose before the gale its bosom bar'd, Of tearless agony, all fix'd and mute :

Ere the bold seaman press'd with foreign store As redly glar'd the flames o'er Salem's domes,

The keel far-wandering from a barbarous And robb'd the lost of Israel of their homes !

shore : The sinewy bull no yoke wastanght to feel, Nor champ'd the steed, with vanquish'd

mouth, the steel; From the Literary Gazette.

The gate and massy bar were then unknown,

Unseen the boundary line and landmark THE LOO TABLE.

stone: BY MRS. M.MULLAN.

The oak rain'd honey--and the fruitful ewe

Gave her white streams spontaneously to flow, D EAUTY, enchantress! smil'd and bloom'd. No stripe nor war was then ; the work-man's D Good-nature shone, and wit illum'd,

hand While Joy its nectar gave;

Fram'd not with bateful skill the ruthless Kings moved with more than courtly ease,

brand. Queens were facetious, sure to please,

Now blows and blood pollute Jove's alter'd Attended by a knave.

sway,

By sea and land Death's emissaries slay. Gupid was charged with royal darts

Ah, spare me, Jove !---no perjury stings my From thronesof diamonds gemmed with hearts, breast, To conquer and to save;

No rash words utter'd 'gainst the Gods' bebe.t. But kings were nought and Cupid failed, But, if my Heaven-allotted course be run, Though close the archer's skill assailed

These lines shall grace my toub's memorial The all-commi.nding knave.

stone--Oh what so fickle as the fair ?

“ Herelies Tibullus, whom disease hath lain, Not April sunshine, summer air,

“ Following hy sea and land Messala's train.'

Then (for lever favour'd Cupid's power)
Not Amphitrite's wave ;
In morn, of courtly hliss they sing,

Venus shall lead me to the Elysian bower: Ateve, reject a proffer'd king,

These the glad song and dance eternal reign,

And warbling song-birds fiutter o'er the plain; And, smiling, take a knave.

Sweet without toil, spontaneous cassia grous, If human life he but a game,

And its rich perfume wafts the self-sown rose, Blush not, ye laurelled sons of fame,

Here sportive throngs of youths and maidens Whom history calls the brave ;

rove, Though now and then the hero's seen

And wage upon the lawn the wars of love, To pass a king, discard a queen,

Victims of death, the pair who lov'd so well For Pam, yclept a kpave !

Here, myrtle-crown'd, united ever dwell. Nay, if a prince forsake the moont,

But low in dark abyss, the seat profound Aud wander from Castalia's fount

Of Guilt is plac'd ; black waters tloat To be a irefoil slave;

around.; Heroes may count the passing gold,

Here fly the guilty crowd, there rages slie, Beauty a parley still man hold

With snake-enwoveu locks, Tisiphone. With sable, ill-shaped knave.

With serpent's bead the sable Cerberus waits, For when your ponds the fish forsake,

And hissing gnards before the temple gates; To seek their brethren's well-filled lake, Ixion there, who Juno darst attempt, And losers' books are grave,

O'er the swift wheel his iinpious memlers Whose net collects the glittering whole,

bent, W5o cap recal the scattered shoal,

There Tityns, stretch'd upon nine acres vast, But partial, flattered knave ?

Affords voracious birds a sure repast;

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Original Poetry

(vol. 2

And Tantalus, whom stagnant streams sur. When woman sinned, the charm was o'er, round,

And joy reşided there to more.
But from his thirsty lip the waters bound;
There Danaus' race, who scoro'd the Goddess Ah! Eden's bowers are withered now,
fair,

And joy is a wanderer, borpeless on earth; Pierc'd buckets of Lethæan water bear. Where chance may lead, her smiles endow

The spot with a radiance of beaveply birth.
There let him pine, who violates my love, But soon she flies, nor leaves a trace ;
Or prays ill fortune on the wars I move. Still seeking some new dwelling place.

E. W.c.
Oct. 1817.

J. A. W.

From the New Montbly Magazine.
SONG.

From the Annual Register.
DREATHES there a soul in this gay scene VERSES TO THE BROOK OF BOR-
D of pleasure,
Who at Misery's plaiot never heav'd the

ROWDALE. sad sigh; - Can pass round the wine-cup, and drain its

By D***** G******.+ full measure,

A DIEU! ye rocks, and thou sweet vale, Yet the tear-drop of pity to sorrow deny ?

A Where winds the brook of Borrowdale : O bear him far bence to some isle in the

With lingering steps and sorrowing heart, ocean,

From your sequester'd scenes I part. Where Beauty ne'er beams, nor Affection

Adieu ! sweet brook! with crystal tide, beguiles;

Still o'er thy pebbled channel glide, A stranger be he still to Love's soft emotion,

And slowly pour thy stream sereve, Its joys and its pleasures, its hopes and its

Through woody dells, and vallies greep. smiles. Shall our hallow'd goblet by him be partaken,

Let other waters ru Jely sweep Who's center'd in self, and ne'er sympathy

The clifts abrupt of yonder steep; knew;

From useless noise acquire a name, Whose heart no appeal of affection can wa

Aud rise by violence to fame. ken,

These to survey, with idiot stare, Whose hand still refuses soft Charity's due? Let Fashion's wondering sons repair: Then think ye, who revel in plenty and spien- Admire the torrents of Lodore,

So steep the fall---so loud the rear : How inany there pine in chill poverty's And ring the pauseating chime, blast,

Of clifts and cataracts sublime. With forms full as fair, and with hearts full as teoder,

Be thine, sweet Brook, an hambler fate ; On the world's friendless stage by adversity

Court not the honours that await cast.

The rude, the violent, the prood,

And scorn the wonders of the crowd. Our bark be it tight thro' life's calm as we're Ye Naiads! who delight to lave stealing,

Your lovely forms in this pure wave, And it, crew, undivided, this motto profess-- Long o'er its peacefui banks preside, « May we never feel want," and our hearts And guard its inoffensive tide ; pe'er " want feeling,"

Lest yon tall clif, whose sommit grey For the plaints and the cares of the child of E'en now o'erlooks its darken'd way, distress.

Should headlong rush with gath'ring force, May the stranger in us ever find a protector; And violate its tranquil course. Sull outstretch'd be our hands to encourage the weak ;

Or, if so undeserv'd a fate And the pearl above price, that dissolves in Should e'er my lovely Brook await, our nectar.

With gentle hands its current lead Be the bright crystal tear down Humanity's Along the flow'ry, fav'ring mead, . cheek.

And yield it to some channel's carr,
Liverpool, 31st July, 1817.

With bed as smooth, and banks a: fair;
Where shelter'd from the ruffling gale

The streams may steal along the vale,

Which Keswick's awful hills surround.
From the Literary Gazette.

There, slowly winding, let them stray
SONG.

Along the scarcely sloping way,

Till, tir'd at last, their curreut dead, TIO Eden's bowers, those lovely bowers !

They sink into their destio'd bed ;
1 Before they were tarnished by sia and And shelter'd by von flow'ry brake,
by shame;

Mix, silent, with the peaceful lake.
Where Heaven itself had planted flowers,
Joy first from her home of Eternity came ;

These blessings, lovely Brook, be thine :
She came with eyes so blue and bright, Such be thy course, and such be mine.
They seemed the very soul of light.
In Eden's buwers awhile she dwelt,

While Eden was fit for an angel's abode- † Characterised as one who would have taken his Alas ! that such a scene should melt,

place among the very first poets of the age, had he not And leave but a black and bewildering road. rather chosen to become its first philosopher."

POL. 2.)

Intelligenoe : Literary and Philosophical.

319

From the garde.

From the European Magazine, Sept. 1817. EPITAPH ON AN UNFORTUNATE

THE FREED NEGRO.
YOUNG LADY.

A Song.
BY THE SAME.

BY MISS EDGEWORTH.
A LINGERING struggle of misfortune DVREEDOM! Freedom ! happy sound,
A past,

T Magic land tbis British ground; Here patient virtue found repose at last ; Touch it slave, and slave be free, Unprais’d, unkoown, with cheerful steps she 'Tis the land of Liberty.

stray'd Thro' life's bleak wilds, and fortune's darkest

Indian Obee's wicked art, shade;

Sicken slow poor Negro's heart; Nor courted fame to lend one friendly say,

English Obec make the slave To gild the dark’ning horrors of the way.

Twice be young and twice be bravo.

Qaick the magic, strong the power
When fir'd with hope, or eager for applause, See man changing in an hour!
The hero suffers in a public cause,

For the day that makes him free,
Uofelt, uobeeded, falls misfortune's dart,

Double worth that man shall be. And fame's sweet echoes cheer the drooping Massa! grateful Quaco do

heart. The patriot's toils immortal laurels yield,

Twice the work of slave for you ; And death itself is envied in the field.

Fight for Massa twice as long;

Love for Massa twice as strong.
Her's was the humbler, yet severer fate,
To pine undoticed in a private state ;

From the New Monthly Magaine.
Her's were the suff ’rings which no, laurels
bring,

THE FRENCAMAN IN THE AIRThe geperous labours which no moses sing,

BALLOON. The cares that haunt the parent and the wife,

Translated from the Latin. And the still sorrow's of domestic life.

Tue lark, on russet pinions borne, What though no pageanto'er her hainble earth

1 With carol song salutes the morn, Proclaim the empty bonours of her birth! What tho' around no sculptur'd rolur as rise,

In regions onconfin'd;

The arrow skims the air along,
No verse records the conguests of ter eyes! Sped by the arm of archer strong,
Yet bere shall flow the poor's unbidden tear,
And feeble age shall shed his blessings here :

als Seeming to tow'r the clouds among,

And fleeter than the wind : Here shall the virtues which her soul pos- Ev'n so the Frenchman bold explores sessid,

Th' ætherial void, and poising soars, With sweet remembrance soothe a husband's While winds his carcase bear. breast ;

Witb" gaping wonderment” we all
And here in silent grief, shall oft repair Now yield the meed of praise witbal,
The helpless objects of her latest care,

That air is light, and that the Gaul
Recal her worth, their adverse fate bemoan, Is lighter still than air.
And ip a mother's woes forget their own. Oct. 1817.

LONDON LITERARY INTELLIGENCE.

M HE coming season promises to be one dame Bertrand, written from St. Helena, and

1 which will afford rich sources of enter- addressed to a Friend in France ; translated tainment to the Literary and Fashionable from the French.” The work is an octavo of World. Among the more prominent works 100 pages, and, adds the “ Bibliographie de la which will appear almost immediately, we France," whelice we extract this notice, a hear, are, Madame de Stael's Meinoirs of the fabrication by the President. Private Life of her father, the celebrated M. Necker: another volume of Memoirs of the A narrative of a Residence in Japan. In the Public'and Private Life of Benjamin Franko years 1811, 1812, and 1813, with observations lin, written by himself; Napoleon, his own

in on the country and people of Japan, by CapHistorian ; Tales of Wonder, of Humour, and a

od tain Golownin of the Russian navy, is in the of Sentiment, by Anne and Annabella press. Plumptre ; Rome, Naples, and Florence, in Not fewer than four editions of Voltaire's 1817 ; Sketches of the 'Present State of Socie- works are at this moment publishing in France, ty and Manners, the Arts, Literature, &c. of

of

Mice these celebrated Cities, with

Miss Edgeworth's Ormond has been already

Anecdotes of translated into French, by the author of Fiftheir Inhabitants,aud of distinguished Visitors, British and Foreign.

Sy teen Days, and of Six Months in London.

Miss Lefanu, the authoress of Strathallan, Lord Byron's fertile muse has again teemed.

: will publish a new Novel in a few days. The lovers of poetry will rejoice to hear that "* the Fourth Canto of Childe Harold has arrived Mr. Ryley of Liverpool has in the press a in town from the Continent, and there is no new oovel, entitled Fanny Fitzyork,in 3 vols. danger of a treasure of this sort being long concealed from the public eye.

8 In the press, the History of Elsmere and

Rosa, an Episode ; the Merry Matter by Joba The celebrated Kotzebue has published, in Mathers; the Grave by a Solid Gentleman. German at Königsberg, the “Letters of Man The Quakers, a Tale ; by Eliza B. I.ester.

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A volume of poetical trifles has been pub- The first is by Dr. CLARKE ABEL, physician lished under the title of “ Rough Sketches of and naturalist to the Embassy, and is entitled, Bath, Imitations of Horace, Lines on Caraboo, Personal Observations made during the Proand other Poems ; by Q-in-the-corner.” Mr. gress of the British Em

puzh China, Q-in-the-corper appears to be a young author, and ou its Voyage to and from that Country, in and gives fair promise of something better in the years 1816 and 1811. It will comprise after-times.

the author's personal parrative of the most inA small volume under the title of “ Plurality teresting events which befel the British Pmof Worlds, or Letters, &c. occasioned by Dr. basey from the time of its leaving England to Chalmers's Discourses," discusses, in the spirit its return; together with his remarks on the of scepticism, most of the principles and facts geology, natural history, and manners of the of modern astronomy; and charges Dr. Cbal. countries visited. It will be printed in quarto, mers with applying what the author considers and be illustrated by maps and other engraas errory of science to the higher claims of viogs, under the sanction of the Hon. East. theology.

India Company, and be dedicated by permisThe characteristic sketch, by Professor En

sion to Lord Amherst. gel, entitled, Laurence Stark, or the Hamburgh of

The second * is by GEORGE Ellis, esq. one

of the commissioners of the emb Merchant, and declared by some of the Gerinan to volume, with an atlas of engravings. critics to be the most perfect novel in their

And the third is by Capt. Basil Hall, of language, is, we hear, about to appear in an

• the Lyra,and will relate chiefly to the pagucal English translation.

concerns and discoveries, with new charts,&c. A new satirical povel, called “The Steyne,"

• Since published will make its appearance early in November. Melcombe Lodge, or Traits of Family Pride,

NEW NOVELS, &C. PUBLISHED. in 4 vols. by a Lady, will be ready in Nov. Rosabella ; or the Mother's Marriage. By At press, Manners, a novel ; 3 vols.

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from the French, by Helen Maria Williams. Dr. BUCHANAN will immediately put to the Some Account of Myself. By Charles, Earl press, an Account of the Kingdom of Nepaul. of Erpingham. 4 vols. This gentleman practised as a physician for Prejudice and Physiognomy. By Azile several years in that country, during which D'Arcy. 3 vols. time he was employed in collecting informa- Beauchamp; or the Wheel of Fortune. By tion relative to its natural, civil, and political James Holroyd Fielding. 4 vols. condition.

Howard Castle ; or a Romance from the A Narrative is printing of Discoveries in

: Mountains. 5 vols.

Copirdan; or the St. Kildans; a Moral Tale. Africa by Mr. BURKHARDT. He has for some pi

By the Author of Hardenbrass and Haverill. years been travelling in the countries south of

Zapoyla, a dramatic Poem, by Coleridge. Egypt, in the disguise of an Arab, and hy the Tu

The Confession, or the Novice of St. Clare, name of Shekh Ibrahim, upder the auspices of the African Association. He is still, it is said,

and other poems,by author of Purity of Heart.

Chinese Tales. 24mo. 4s. 6d. prosecuting bis discoveries, and entertains san

Theodosius and Constantia. 94mo. 3s. guine hopes of being able to reach Tomburtoo,

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mania ; by a late Visitant. 3 vols.

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II. (to be completed in 12.)
The Rev. C. MATURIN, author of the trage- Jessy, or the Rose of Donald's Cottage. 4 vls.

Jessy, or the Rose dy of Bertram, is printing Tales in three vols. Evening Hours; a collection of Original

Poems. Mr. John BROWN has a poem in the press in five cantos, entitled, Psyche, or the Soul,

Don't Despair, a tale; by W.Beck, dedica.

ted to the British and Foreign School Society. Such is the incessant activity of the press in A Narrative of a singular Imposition practhe northern metropolis, that ope publishing tised upon the Benevolence of a Lady in the establishment announces for speedy publica- Vicinity of Bristol, by a young Woman of the tion the following new and promising works: name of Mary Wilrox, alias Baker, alias Ba

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