POETRY. ODE FOR THE NEW YEAR, 1797. BY HENRY JAMES PYE, ESQ. POET-LAUREAT. I. 'ER the vex'd bofom of the deep, O' When rufhing wild, with frantic haste, Though the firm veffel proudly brave Anxious he throws th' enquiring eye, If haply through the gloom that round him low'rs II. So Albion, round her rocky coaft, While loud the rage of battle roars, Lords of her feas, or guardians of her land, With gentle mercy's milder claim, She bends from scenes of blood th' averted eye, III: She courts in vain!-The ruthless foe, Deep drench'd in blood, yet thirsting still for more, Views with rapacious eye each neighb'ring fhore. Where'er my fword prevails, my conqu'ring banner flies. IV. Genius of Albion, hear; Grafp the strong fhield, and fhake th' avenging fpear. Whelm'd by Eliza's barks beneath the stormy tide; Breathing to ancient mood the foul-infpiring ftrain,- "The oracle for war declares, "Succefs depends upon our hearts and spears. ODE FOR HIS MAJESTY'S BIRTH-DAY, 1797. A WHILE the frowning Lord of arms Mute is the trumpet's brazen throat, Floats on the soft ambrofial gale; When o'er Creation's blotted face Drear Night her fable banner rears, Encircled round by doubts and fears, And joys to fee the genial pow'r: *Thefe laft lines were inferted at the defire of the King. And And now a flood of radiance streams From young Aurora's blushing beams, Till rob'd in gorgeous ftate, the orb of day Bleft be the omen, royal pair! That joins the valiant and the fair, Shed on the nations round its placid light! Her fertile plain though Albion fee From favage devastation free; Though with triumphant fail fhe reign She longs to bid the thunders fleep That crowding nations far and wide, SONNET.- BY THE LATE EARL OF ORFORD. S the Mole's filent ftream crept penfive along, In vain (he cry'd) Nature has waken'd the spring; THE PILGRIM.-FROM POEMS BY R. SOUTHEY WITH WITH way-worn feet a pilgrim woe-begone, Life's upward road I journey'd many a day, And hymning many a fad yet foothing lay, Beguil'd my wand'ring with the charms of fong. Lonely Lonely my heart, and rugged was the way, The wild and fimple flow'rs of poefy; And, as befeem'd the wayward fancy's child, Entwin'd each random weed that pleas'd mine eye! And rudely garlanded; yet fcorn not thou For I have twin'd the myrtle for thy brow. ALONZO THE BRAVE, AND FAIR IMOGINE.-A Romance. FROM MR. LEWIS'S NOVEL OF THE MONK. WARRIOR fo bold and a virgin fo bright, A Convers'd as they fat on the green; They gaz'd on each other with tender delight! And oh !" faid the youth, "fince to-morrow I go Your tears for my absence foon leaving to flow, Oh hufh these fufpicions,' fair Imogine faid, For if you be living, or if you be dead, If e'er I, by luft or by wealth led afide, Forget my Alonzo the Brave, 'God grant that, to punish my falfehood and pride, fide: May tax me with perjury, claim me as bride, To Palestine haften'd the hero fo bold; But scarce had a twelvemonth elaps'd when, behold, Arriv'd at fair Imogine's door. His treasure, his prefents, his fpacious domain He dazzled her eyes, he bewilder'd her brain; And And now had the marriage been bleft by the priest; The tables they groan'd with the weight of the feaft; Then firft, with amazement, fair Imogine found His vizor was clos'd, and gigantic his height; All pleasure and laughter were hufh'd at his fight; His prefence all bofoms appear'd to difmay; At length fpoke the bride, while the trembl'd, "I pray, The lady is filent: the ftranger complies; Oh, God, what a fight met fair Imogine's eyes! All present then utter'd a terrify'd shout; All turn'd with difguft from the scene; The worms they crept in, and the worms they crept out, While the fpectre addrefs'd Imogine: "Behold me, thou falfe one; behold me!" he cry'd : "God grants, that, to punish thy falfehood and pride, Thus faying, his arms round the lady he wound, Then funk with his prey thro' the wide-yawning ground! Or the ipectre who bore her away. Not |