ORIGINAL POETRY.

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IRREGULAR ODE TO THE MOON, How, erst in filent pomp descending,...
BY TAX LATE THOMAS DERMODY, O'erLatnios' brow thy radiaut crescent bending,

Thou came't to bless a thepherd boya 0 Now, when fsint purpling o'er the western And pouring thy delicious charms, 10 fiya

Forsook thy shining sphere, Tle lord of day his faded lustre weaves,

Immaculately clear,
And thro yan wild-wood's trembling louves To tafte immortal love in mortal arma.
Sluyts his lau folitary ray:

But Slander tund the felon lyre,
O! let me woo thee, from thy fapphire Refind and chatte, thy vestal fire,
Gurine:

A verse to amorous pangs and ruder joy!
To my rapt eye thy Inowy brcalt display. Queen of the penfive thought,
The tracgali pause, the ccitacy divine,

Forgive his fault; The Vibond cene, ferenely bright, Nor to another bard deny And all the witcheries of the Mufe are The millness of thy front, the fondness of thine!

thins sye! MONTILY MAG. NO. 153.

Lo!

ear:

Lo! from thy beamy quiver fall

What though, bencath thy startled fight Arrowy points, that pierce the ground, The hideous hag of night And light the glow-worm's twinkling lamp; Gores with deep lalh her visionary mare; oferche pale lake's margin damp

Or, brooding on some beauteous breat, The fiery phantomis dance around,

Chills the cramp'd vein, and stops the liberal Till scared by frolic Echo's cavern' call,

course Thoy burst their circle, shudd'ring flit away, of Nature, wither'd by the powerful peft, And meltingly in thy wan veil of humid light Who, grappling on the heart with tyger-force decay.

Her fleshless fangs, beholds with iron stare

Each struggling pant of weak despair, Oft let me, by the dimpled stream,

And gluts with (mother'd thricks the demon Kissing thy reflected gleam, The folemn hour of midnight spend ;

Soon fades the baseless spell, When no cares the bofom rend,

Suon drops th' ideal arm its harpy hold; When sorrow's pitenus tale is done,

While, rising from the fray severe, And trouble sunk with the departed Sun. It's languid vi&tim looks suspicious round,

Seeks the imaginary wound, For strife is his, and mad'ning war,

And (miles to feel her frame by fancy't And deaf'ning tumult, never mute :

ills controll'J!
But on thy Glent-moving car
Wait Peace, and dew.ey'd Pity's tender train, There the calm, the solem.n hour,
And Love, sweet warbling to the foothing When Genius from her bright ethereal bow's
Aute,

Stoops to touch the thought with fire,
Whore dying note

To bid the science-pinion'd soul aspire ;
Is wont to float

And mid yon radiant worlds sublime,
Seraphic on the night-gale's airy wing, Hold converle with her sons of ancient time;
Tempting the planet quire their heav'nly The rapturous hour of secret love,
hymns to fing.

When mutual all the trembling pafsions move,

When none but heav'n can hear the vows di. Hear me !-So may the bird of woe

vine, Aye greci thee from her bowery cell below; Are also thine ; And occan's rapid surges stand,

The free embrace that tells the heart fincere, Check'd hy thy Glver hand

The with completed, and the love-fraught tear;

While coward Fear For, dear the tender twilight of thy (way, Aloof his dubious dull attendants draws, The foothing filence, and the modest glow

And honeft Sympathy fulfills her sacred laws ! That (mooths thy brow, When stream thy amber treffes on the air ;

Nor let the sun his gorgeous scenery prize, Twined with many a roseate ray,

Trick'd in each gaudy hue : Irregularly fair.

Lo! on thy lucid vault of spotless blue Deas, too, the thadowy luftre of thy face, How quaintly bends the lunar bow, As mid yon filent band thy ponip proceeds.

And wreaths the front of heav'n with vary'd Beneath thy influence, best

dyes ; Fond transports balm the lover's breast, How, mingling, melts the humid glow When Thought intent, with muling pace,

Of blended colours, in one matchless blaze, On each delicious promise feeds,

Studding with golden rays
And o'er che sombre watte a kindred gloom The splendid cope, where theeted wide
can trace ;

Spreads thy pale glory's undulating tide!
While lubbard Folly

Thee, too, the swelling Ocean mects with Sunk in the dreamless grave of Number dense,

pride ; Rohb'd of each iwinkling fence Ihat faintly cleard tlic darkness of his mind, 'Courts from thy kindling glance the vivifying

And, as he heaves his azure breast, Lies prone.

gleam Lo! beckond by an airy hand,

Which bids his sparkling furges shine, Yon sapphire-skirted cloud behind,

In borrow'd beauties dreit, I spy the lovely vental, Melancholy ;

Till, in the boundless mirror, thou can't see And, sweeter than the sweeteft cune

Thy answering image clear ; Of music, melting on the tingling ear

And the ftill-lapfing waters bear, Of sainted sprite, by choral seraph's hand,

Greeting with tribute floods thy sovereign Catch cach celestial righ, which fad and Now

farine, Steals o'er my heart a charming woe,

Thee ever praising, ever fed by thee ! Entranced above vain earthly joys I stand, (Voluptuous forrow, bliss fincere!)

0! parent of each nobler deed, Norenvy the proud wretch who, madly gay, Thy midnight counsels, in bis country's sight Courts the licentious glare of griet disclosing Bid the patriut dare to bleed; day ! Thy plasid (cenc. of undilturb'd delight

Awake,

Awake th' ectatic lyre;

Though obsolete, alas! chy line, The scenes, where Peace and hermit Wisdom And doomed in cold neglect to thine, hoar

By me thall Chaucer be rever'd;
For holy intercourse retire,

Whose art a new Parnafsus rais'd,
To fun of wafrail noise th' unmeaning roar; That midt barbaric darkness blaz’d,
And, with meet awe, adore

A fun where not a star appear'd!
That Will Omnipotent, whose steady arm
Lanced 'mid yon rolling, spheres chy mould-

THE PERSIAN LOVER.
ed ball,
And, providently pleas'd with all,

THE sportive zephyr plumes his wing
Breach'a o'er thy favorite face an inexpresive And binds the rosy brow of Spring,

From hyacinthine bowers ;
charm!

With bands of blooming flowers,
LINES ADDRESSED TO CHAUCER,

Which scent the morning's golden hair ;

And deck the citron grove,
AT THI TABARD IN* (NOW THE TALBOT). Where Selim filled the perfum'd air
1oCTEWARK, WHERE THE PILGRÍMS With fighs of hopeless love.
VILD TO ASSEMBLE PREVIOUSLY TO
INEN DEPARTURE FOR CANTERBURY. He markd not when sweet buds unfold;

Nor when the vernal hours,
BY PETER PINDAR, Ese. In lilies' bells, and cups of gold,
OLD jocund bard, I never pass

Conceal the glittering show'rs,
The Tabard, but I take a glass,

Which Atring the new-blown jonquil's fcaps To drink a requiem to thy ghoft;

With beads of pearly dew;
Where once the pious pilgrims met, And hang at eve, in lucid gems,
Companions bopn, a jovial fet,

On Aowers of rosy hue.
And midft the bands a jovial hoft,

The gloom of night, the blush of morn, Methinks I see them on the road

To him alike appear'd, To Becket's miracle-abode,

When the false Azza's pointed [porn
That cleans from Satan's foot the foul: The love-lorn shepherd fear'd.
Methinks I hear their comic tale,

And apt his lute's enchanting found
Delighting lanes, and hills, and dales,
And bidding time more gayly roll.

Breath'd vigils through the grove,

To call the nymphis and Shepherds round Well pleased I walk the rooms around, The bow'r of hopeless love. And think 1 tread on classic ground; There, while the shepherds figh'd in vain,

Reverence each rotten beam and rafter; Fascy I hear your song of mirth,

His drooping garlands hung;

And thus at eve the plaintive Twain
Asd quips and cranks, that once gave birth
To many a bearty peal of laughter.

His mournful ditty fung:

Since the falle Azza mucks my pain,
Sball Shakespeare boaft his Jubilee,

I'll quit the roscate vale,
And, Chancer, nought be done for thee,
The father of our British Jays?

Where full-blown almonds bloom in vain

To check the whispering gale,
Ob harda, and bardlings, fie ! oh fie!
And Southwark folks to you I cry, - Which bids me from her beauty fly;
How se ye mote in Geoffry's praise? From gruts, and moffy dell,

"Where fullen streams flow murmuring by bit referved for me alone

The love-lorn Selim's cell.
To beat how Chaucer's merits fhone
On dark vaclarlic ground?

They seem to check this fond delay,
How well he touched the British lyre,

Which bids me linger here,
Aediled high the Mafe's fire,

To chill the blooming sweets of May
When not a Iparkle gleamet around

With forrow's icy reur.
then be formed a club of fame

Some mountain cave I'll quickly feek, Bihail thy venerable name:

That's damp with banefal dew; And let me join the choral throng. Or trace fome defert, wild and bleak, fansas I'll invoke the Muse,

Where Aowrets never blew.
Ane, consequently, will chufe

And when the dawn is overcast,
My old friend Shield to set the song.

O'er dangerous rocks I'll fray; at what though, obsolete, thy phrase

While horror howls in every blaft, mote delights our modern days,

And lightnings round me play.
I love thy genius in each line :

Then chance the friendly hand of Death ke thee I ftrive to charm our ise;

May check life's ebbing tide; ke that I court the Muse of Smile;

And lints, that caught my parting breath, and with to leave a name like thine

Will weep when Selim died. R. M.

SONNET

more,

SONNET

Why tarriest thou, my pretty bird ? ON THE DEATH OF MRS, CHARLOTTE Cold is the midnight air; SMITH.

And nipping frosts and chilling winds, CHARLOTTE, thy gloomy scene of life is And winter snows are near.

o'er! At length thi care-worn frame has found Tarry not then, my pretty bird; repose;

There will be death to thee, And thy meek spirit, freed from all its woes,

From which no friendly heart can save,
No longer by life's boist'rous tempelts driv'n,

How warm foe'er it be.
Seenis brighter scenes—and, here confin'd no Why carrieft thou, my pretty bird,
Borne on the wings of Faith, ascends to

Thus twittering all the day,
Heav'n.

And wheeling round, and round, and round,

To call thy mate away? And can we mourn the fate that inatch'd thee hence ?

Why tarriest thou, my pretty bird ? And can we grieve that thou no more art

Perhaps thy mate is dead; here?

Or, falle to thee, perhaps with some
No! pious Hope shall check Affection's tear,

More happy swallow fied?
And, upward-pointing to the realms of light,
Shall bid us praise that glorious Providence, Tarry not then, my pretty bird ;

Whose mercy, ever-during, ever-bright, Though all thy friends are fown,
Clos'd all thy forrows, bade thy sniff'rings cease, And thou can'ft not o’ertake their fight,
And call'd thy soul to realms of endless peace.

Or tell where they are gone. Bwy St. Edmunds.

K. L.

Go!-in some warmer region seek
TO A SWALLOW.

A mate more true than the;

And, neftling by her side, again
WHY tartieft thou, my pretty bird,

The happiest swallow be.
Wlien all thy friends are flown ?

P.P.. How can'tt thou overtake their flight,

Or tell where they are gone?

PROCEEDINGS OF LEARNED SOCIETIES.

ROYAL SOCIETY OF LONDON: these different reservoirs in the dead

R. EVERARD HOME has laid body, the anterior cells of the first ftoobfervations on the camel's lionnacli

, re one quart of water, when poured into specting the water it contains, and the them. The posterior cells, three quarts. refervoirs in which that fluid is cucloled, One of the largest cells held two ounces with an account of forne peculiarities in and a half, and the second stomach four the urine. Thc camel, the subject of quarts. This is much thort of what those these observations, was a female brought cavities can contain in the living animal, from Arabia; it was 28 years old, and since there are large muscles covering the faid to have been 20 years in England. bottom of the cellular structure, to force It appears that the abitual was worn out, out the water, which must have betin conand in a fate of great debility before it tracted immediately after death, and by came into the hands of the college of fur- that means had diminished the cavities. geons, and in April lati they put an end By this examination it was proved that to its miseries by ineans of a narrow dou- the came!, when it drinks, conducts the ble-edged poniard paffed in between the water in a pure tiate into the second ftoskull and tirst vertebræ of the neck : in this maclı, that part of it is retained there, way the medulla oblongata was divided, and the rett runs over into the cellular and the animal instantaneously deprived turucture of the first, acquiring a yellow of lentibility. "In the common mode of colour. Tlmt the second ftomach in the pitting an animal, says Mr. Home, the camel contained water, had been gence incdalla spinalis only is cut through, and rally allerted; but by what ineans the the lead remains alive, which renders it water was kept separate from the food the inott cruel mode of killing an animal had never been explained, nor haul any that could be invented." The ftomachis other part heen ditcorered, by which the of this animal were the first things examin- cominon otlices of a fecond ftonınch could ed, and ou ueaturing the capacities of be peiturmed, To thus Mr. Iunter did

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