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In wild tumultuous roar.;
Fit emblem os the wrathful mind,
To anger's tyrant s\\ a,y consign'd,

Where reason rules no more.

Unlike its placid sorm, serene,

When Zephyr breathing o'er the £c«ne,.

Sheds balmy peace around; Bliss'd emblem of the conquering soul,. Whose every passion knows controul,

While conscious joys abound!

That this may prove my bounteous share,.
Ascends my ever constant prayer,

To thee, all persect mind;
O aid me in the arduous, strise,
Through each perplexing maze os lise,

To all thy ways refign'dl.





Throuoh ev'ry part os gries or mirth,
To which the mimic stage gives birth,
I ne'er as yet with truth could tell
Where most your various pow'rs excel.
Sometimes, amidst the laughing scene,
Blith Comedy with jocund mien,
By you in livelier colours drest,
With transport clasp'd you to her breast:
As ost the buskin'd Muse appear'd,
With awsul brow her sceptre rear'd;
Recounted all your laurels won,
And claim'tl you sor her darling son.
Thus each contending goddess strove,
And each the sairest-garland wove.

But which sair nymph could justly boast
Her beauties had engag'd you most,
Idoubted much; 'till, t'other day,
Kind sortune threw me in your way;
Where, 'midst the sriendly joys that wait' .
Philander's * hospitable gate,

Freedom anc! genuine mirth I sound,

Sporting the jovial board around.

'Twas there, with keen, though poltsh'd, jest

You sat, a pleas'd and pleasing guest;

With social ease a part sustain'd

More humorous sar than e'er you seijm'd.

"Take him," I cry'd, " bright comic Maid,

"In all your pative charms array'd i

"No longer shall my doubts appear."

When Clio whifper/4 in. my eajc,

"Go, bid it he no more disputed,

"For what his talents best are suited:

"In mimic characters alone

"Let others shine—hut Garrick in his own."

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JANUARY 20, %77f.

Thou great reviver os the Attic fire;
Thou noblest patron of the tunesul lvre!
Thine was the power, and thine ihp gentle arty
To swell the passions, and subdue the heart!
For thee, the sairest breast has heav'd a sigh,
And the tear started from the brightest eye!

tearning and wit alike have bow'd the knee,
And hermits lest their cells to gaze on thee!
On thee shall charm'd remem>ranca love to rest;
Come every muse! and strive to praise him best!
For ah! my lute the tribute cannot pay,
And the big tear has blotted out the lay!
Ye skilsul nine, who stuu^l the chaplet weave?
Hail his bright day!—nor mourn his tranquil eve!
Your Garrick hail!—he breathes,-rhe lives again,
Lives in the thought, and breathes in every strain!
Triumphant same enrols his acts on high,
And tells the mourner—Garrick cannot die!




It was a sriar os orders gray

Walk'd sorth to tell hjs beads; And he met with a lady sair

Clad in a pilgrim's weeds.

Now Christ thee save, thou reverend Friarj

I pray thee tell to me, Is ever at yon holy {brine . A#y true-love thou didst see. And how should I know your true-love ,

From many another one?
O by this cockle hat, and staff,

And by his sandal Ihoon.

But chiefly by his sace and mien^

That were so sair to view;
His slaxen locks that sweetly curl'd,.

And eyne os lovely blue.

O Lady, he Jfis dead and gone!

Lady, he's dead and gone!
And at his head a green-grass turs,

And at his heels a stone.

Within these holy cloysters long

He languish'd and he dy'd, Lamenting os a lady's love,

And 'playning os her pride.

Here bore him baresac'd on his bier

Six proper youths and tall,
And many a tear bedew'd his grave

Within yon kirk-yard wall.

And art thou dead, thou gentle youth!

And art thou dead and gone! And didst thou die sor love os me

Break, cruel heart otstone!

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