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I saw thee gaze upon my face, .

Yet meet with no confusion there : One only feeling could'st thou trace;

The sullen calmness of despair.


Away! away! my early dream

Remembrance never must awake: Oh! where is Lethe's fabled stream?

My foolish heart be still, or break.

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From the Portuguese. In moments to delight devoted,

“ My life!" with tend'rest tone, you cry; Dear words! on which my heart had doated,

If youth could neither fade nor die. .
To death even hours like these must roll, vi

Ah! then repeat those accents never,
Or change my life!" into “my soul!"

Which, like my love, exists for ever. 1

Impromptu, in Reply to a Friend.".
When from the heart where Sorrow sits Pro

Her dusky'shadow mounts too high, it!
And o'er the changing aspect flits,

And clouds the brow, or fills the eye; si Heed not that gloom, which soon shall sink: ..

My thoughts their dungeon know too well ; ) Back to my breast the wanderers shrink,

And droop within their silent cell.


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Address, spoken at the opening of Drury-lane Theatre,

Saturday, October 10th, 1812.
In one dread night our city saw, and sighed,
Bowed to the dust, the Drama's tower of pride;
In one short hour, beheld the blazing fané
Apollo sink, and Shakspeare cease to reign.

Ye who beheld, oh sight admired and mourned, Whose radiance mocked the ruin it adorned !

Through clouds of fire, the massy fragments riven,
Like Israel's pillar, chase the night from heaven;
Saw the long column of revolving flames
Shake its red shadow o'er the startled Thames,
While thousands, thronged around the burning dome,
Shrank back appalled, and trembled for their home;
As glared the volumed blaze, and ghastly shone
The skies, with lightnings awful as their own; is
Till blackening ashes and the lonely wall
Usurped the Muse's realm, and marked her fall;
Say—shall this new nor less aspiring pile,
Reared, where once rose the mightiest in our isle,
Know the same favour which the former knew,
A shrine for Shakspeare-worthy him and you?

Yes—it shall be--the magic of that name Defies the scythe of time, the torch of flame; On the same spot still consecrates the scene, And bids the Drama be where she hath been: This fabric's birth attests the potent spellIndulge our honest pride, and say, How well!

As soars this falte to emulate the twin 18. ves Oh! might we draw our onens from the past, ist mir! Some hour propitious to our prayers may boast it! Names such as hallow still the dome we lost.. On Drury first your Siddons' thrilling art O'erwhelm’d the gentlest, stormed the sternest heart." On Drury, Garrick's latest laurels grew; Here your last tears retiring Roscius drew. Sighed his last thanks, and wept his last adieu : But still for living wit the wreaths may bloom That only waste their odours o'er the tomb. Such Drury claimed and claims,-nor you refuse One tribute to revive his slumbering muse; With garlands deck your own Menander's head! Nor hoard your honours idly for the dead!

Dear are the days which made our annals bright, it! Ere Garrick Aed, or Brinsley ceased to write.Heirs to their tabours, like all high-born heirs, 1:14 Vain of our ancestry as they of theirs ; While thus Remembrance borrows Banquo's glass'. 1'? To claim the sceptred shadows as they pass,

And we the mirror hold, where imaged shine
Immortal names, emblazoned on our line,
Pause-ere their feebler offspring you condemn, ....,
Reflect how hard the task to rival them!

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Friends of the stage—to whom both Players and Plays Must sue alike for pardon, or for praise Whose judging voice and eye alone direct The boundless power to cherish or reject; If e'er frivolity has led to fame, And made us blush that you forbore to blame If e'er the sinking stage could condescend To soothe the sickly taste, it dare not mend All past reproach may present scenes refute, And censure, wisely loud, be justly mute! Oh! since your fiat stamps the Drama's laws, Forbear to mock us with misplac'd applause;. . So pride shall doubly nerve the actor's powers, And reason's voice be echo'd back by ours !

This greeting o’er—the ancient rule obey’d,
The Drama’s homage by her herald paid,

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