The thousand by the million counted,
The million on the million mounted,
I'll give thee; kisses thrice a million,
For every drop in wave Sicilian,
For every star the heaven bestudding,
I'll give thy lip so softly budding,
Thy cheek, where blooms the red rose breaking,
Thy tell-tale eyes in silence speaking,
Unwearied give, if thou caust bear a
Whole life of love, my sweet Neæra!
But when clos'd as shells, caressing,
Clos'd as shells, thy soft lips pressing,
Thy cheek, where blooms the red rose breaking, Thy tell-tale eyes in silence speaking,
Ah me, not mine their charms to gaze on!
Those tell-tale eyes in silence speaking,
That cheek, where blooms the red rose breaking,
Those lips, that love in laughter plays on.
Ah me, not mine to gaze on!
Laughter, that as Cynthius splendid,
On his sunny steeds ascended,
Up the sky in triumph rushes,
Breaks the cloud, the tempest hushes-
Laughter, whose sweet graces golden,
Were by me their charm beholden,
From my cheek the tear would banish,
Bid my sighs and sorrows vanish.
Ah me, what jealous warz are waging?
My eyes, my lips, in strife engaging;
My eager lips my eyes preventing,
My envious eyes my lips resenting;
Each so tenacious of it's treasure,
Not Jove himself shall share their pleasure!
(FROM AN UNPUBLISHED POEM.)
AUTHOR OF THE "PEASANT'S FATE," "SCENES OF YOUTH," &t.
How are the Mighty fall'n !-the Proud debas'd !—
Their honour tarnish'd, and their works defaced!
Where now but wretched huts disgrace the strand,
And speak the meanness of a beggar'd land,
Once stood commercial TYRE, whose boasted name
The heav'n-taught Prophet's harp consign'd to fame.
The crowning city she, whose merchant sons
Were princes-high and honourable ones
Her traffickers-of various climes and birth,
And drawn from all the limits of the earth.
Queen of the Isles, she rais'd her haughty brow,
And was of old what is AUGUSTA now.
Methinks before the Muse's ranging eyes
The visions of her ancient glories rise!
High on yon mole whose deep foundations brave
The thund'ring efforts of the ocean wave;
Temples, and towers, and citadels sublime,
Defy the sword of War, and scythe of Time.
Vast marble colonnades aloft sustain
The pond'rous galleries where the bartering train,
Of every nation, and of every tongue,
The gainful intercourse of trade prolong.
Like bees around the summer hive they pour,
And toil, like them, amid their golden store;
Enriching and enrich'd from many a source,
Far wide as winds and waters hold their course.
A grove of masts appear the crowded port,
Where mariners of every land resort:
Tiers of deep-laden hulls in safety ride,
And the green bosom of the ocean hide:
Their figured prows with costly gilding shine,
And their firm keels divide the foaming brine;
Or outward bound, or inward, many a sail
Displays its swelling surface to the gale;
And farewell shouts, and grateful welcomes rise,
In mingled vollies, to the prospering skies.
Reflection wakes-and lo! the dream is past-
TYRE is no more!-Her glories all effac'd—
Down to the silent grave her pomp is brought,
Her mart neglected, and her trade unsought;
Choak'd are her ports; her walls, her mounds decay'd,
And citadels, and tow'rs in ruins laid.
Where cedar barks, of old, at anchor lay,
E'en children ford the flood in fearless play,
And oft from rubbish draw the sculptur'd stone,
That once to grace the battlement was known ;
Fragments of urns, and bones, and armour, stain'd
With patriot blood, from dying heroes drain':
And oft the traveller sadly pausing by,
To her departed greatness pays a sigh.
On hearing a Series of Discourses on the Evidences of Christianity, preached in the first Congregation of Presbyterians in Belfast, by the Rev. Dr. BRUCE.
As when of old, the venerable + seer
Heard Israel's sceptics point the impious sneer
* In the years 1796 and 1797, the people of Ireland were much infected with that political frenzy and romantic notion of liberty, which had been productive of melancholy consequences in France, In order to extend the influence of revolutionary principles, and render ineffectual all oaths of allegiance, the factious Demagogues of the times dispersed among the people of Ireland a vast number of copies of "Paine's Age of Reason," either gratis, or at a very reduced price. The mischievous effects of this procedure were soon too evident, and Irreligion with Disloyalty increased to an alarming degree. Fortunately, however, the active zeal of some eminent divines was strenuously exerted to prevent the progress of Infidelity and Disaffection; and their Sermons and Publications had the happy effect of reclaiming many who had been misled, and of counteracting, in a great measure, the pernicious influence of Paine s doctrines. Among the clergymen who engaged in this laudable undertaking, none was more distinguished than the Rev. Dr. Bruce, of Belfast. His "Strictures on the Test of the United Irishmen" is a valuable work, and exhibits, in the most lively and perspicuous manner, the ruinous tendency of secret plots and machinations against the civil government, His Evidences of the Truth of Christianity, contained in a series of discourses delivered to his congregation at Belfast, form a complete and satisfactory refutation of Scepticism and Infidelity. It is much to be wished that he would publish, for the general good of mankind, tracts so highly interesting to their most important concerns,
'Gainst Israel's God, his power, his truth deny, And even his arm omnipotent defy;
From them the holy Priest indignant turns,
While his pure breast with sacred fervour burns.
To the deluded world he lifts his voice,
And bids the list'ning nations own their choice
Between Jehovah, and the Gods of Earth,
Who, to fond Fancy, owed their monstrous birth.
Whilst, with loud voice, and pure uplifted hands,
The zealous Preacher supplicating stands,
Imploring age, adjuring thoughtless youth,
He bids the fire of Heav'n attest his truth.
Lo! as he speaks, th' inverted flame descends,
Plays at his feet, and with his off'ring blends;
As the blue light'ning runs along the ground,
Thro' the mix'd throng conviction flashes round,
And with Jehovah's name the vaulted skies resound.
With such resistless energy imprest,
Glow'd radiant truth in ev'ry hearer's breast,
So did her form immortal seem to shine,
When Bruce display'd, in eloquence divine,
Proof of that light by revelation given:
(Most precious gift of ever-bounteous Heaven!)
With easy grace his copious language flow'd,
As grave it reason'd, or indignant glow'd;
Like some majestic stream it pour'd along,
Tho' deep, perspicuous; elegant, yet strong.
What heart so cold, so trifling, or so vain,
So wrapp'd in selfish Apathy's dull chain,
As not to follow, when the path he sped,
Step after step, to demonstration led?
Bar'd by his arm, the living rock appear'd,
On which the structure of our Faith is rear'd;
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