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into descriptions wbich may entertain, but neither strengthen por elevate the mind. GRAY, fastidious in taste and jealous of reputation, has left few productions of his Muse, but they are exquisite in their kind. His well-known Elegy, will be read while there is a human mind capable either of feeling or of taste; yet must we lament its entire destitution of those truths, which by bringing “ life and immortality to light” have rubbed death of its sting, and the grave of its terrors. This deficiency has been supplied by an anonymous American poet, whose interesting lines will be found on the 253rd page. CowPER is the most useful and interesting of Christian Poets. Greatly inferior to Milton in creative genius, be excels him in moral effect, by coming home to the business and bosoms of men. If he does not, like our Epic Bard, enable us to range through ideal worlds, he shows us as in a lucid and faithful mirror the scenery and interests of our own. If he does not, like him, invest the facts of Revelation with high imaginings, he inculcates its special verities with unsparing fidelity and poetic charm. Even his satire is kindly severe, wounding to heal; while in his hamorous pieces, it is the moral which adorns the tale. Contemporary with Cowper, though a Poet of very different order, was the nnhappy BURNS. We admire his Hogarth-like humour, his thrilling pathos, his native grace and fire, but we lament his abuse of the extraordinary talents with which " the Father of lights" had endued bim. His“ Cotter's Saturday Night" will transmit to distant ages a faithful picture of Scottish piety in humble life. Its length alune prevented its insertion. Of the same nation with Burns, was the meek, tender, and pious GRAHAME. The several pieces introduced from his works carry with them their own recommendation.

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ga Having arrived at var own time, BYRON, its brightest poetical ornament, claims is our first attention. We are not insensible either to the might or the charm of his by Lordship's genius, but we confess that his productions remind us of poison presented bi in a golden chalice, or of the serpent which fascinates to deceive, and lures to destroy.

Even his descriptions of Nature are interwoven with sentiments which no believer in it the truth of Scripture, or friend to human happiness can approve. We have, though D not without difficulty, furnished a few unexceptionable extracts from his works.

Le We cannot refrain from expressing our admiration of “ The Course of Time.” a* It is a Poem which will live when some of its more flashy compeers shall have been I forgotten. It may bave been over-praised; it is occasionally harsh and prosaic; but I withal, it is a work of extraordinary merit and promise ;-promise alas,-never to be

realized in the present world! Its highly-gifted Author can no more be soothed by po flattery, nor grieved by censure. His earthly Harp lies broken and silent in death,

but he has taken up the “Harp of Eternity” and is singing the “ new song" in rapt this and undying strains

" In the blest kingdom meek of joy and love,
Where entertain him all the saints above,
In solemn troops, and sweet societies,
That sing, and singing in their glory move,

And wipe the tear forever from his eyes."
POLLOK, by his premature removal to a better world, reminds us of the lamented
KIRK WHITE, whose memory Soutbey and Byron have upited to embalm. His
Poetry is now identified with the affecting history of bis life, and

" Each gives each a double charm." His early death is among those bidden mysteries of Providence, which we wait the Pight of Eternity to reveal.

Our notice of living Poets, must be very brief. WORDS WORTH abounds in musings, which are exceedingly beautiful, though occasionally obscure. CRABBE is the poetic Morland of the day. His graphic sketches of life cannot fail to interest and please, though we wish they were less morbid, and not deformed by occasional caricatures of Evangelical Truth. CAMPBELL, who has written no second work worthy of his superior genius, seems determined to leave us to “ Tbe Pleasures of Hope.” We find in Sir W. SCOTT several faithful pictures of Nature and well-told tales of olden time, but it is not by his poetry chiefly that he will be known to posterity ; indeed its reputation seems to be already on the decline. SOUTHEY has exchanged his Aonian flights for the more profitable walks of prose, and as his principles have greatly improved in his maturer years, we wish that he would favour us with more frequent effusions of his Muse; of a different class, however, from bis “ Vision of Judgment." COLERIDGE, if he had written nothing but his “ Chamouny," included in this Selection, would deserve to rank with Poets of a superior order. MONTGOMERY, more than any other living Poet, resembles the amiable Cowper, and is entitled to the rare praise of having written

“ No line which dying he need wish to blot.” The Poetry of Mrs. HEMANS reminds us of her first name, as few excel her in correctness of sentiment, or Felicity of diction. She is worthy of being associated with a BARBAULD, a H. MORE, and a J. TAYLOR. BOWRING has not only transfused the beauties of Foreign Poets into his own language, but is himself a Poet of no ordinary merit.

In this brief notice of many of the Poets of our Country, we have omitted several names, dear both to genius and to piety, and from whose works we bave enriched our Selection.

In compiling oor volume, we have endeavoured to confine ourselves to Poetry of a superior order, except in instances in which the pith and unction of the sentiment more than compensate the defects of the Muse. Rigid attention has been paid to the principles of the Work, so that we hope it contains nothing offensive to the purest Morals, or inconsistent with Revealed Truth.

The Arrangement will we hope be found convenient, and supply a deficiency which must have been often remarked in works of a similar kind.

We beg to acknowledge our obligations to various living Authors; particularly to Messrs. MONTGOMERY, BOWRING, EDMESTON, and CONDER ; also to our gifted, l. bnt too-much-neglected Townsman, CARRINGTON.

We are much indebted to our Subscribers, and beg them to accept the Vignette, I as an expression of our gratitude for their kind Patronage of the volame, which we How commend to their judgment—to public inspection-and to the blessing of God. I


Devonport, January, 1829.



ABASH'd be all the boast of age .... 142 | BEAUTIFUL are you in your lowliness 57
Above, below, where'er I gaze ...... 11 Beautiful creature, I have been ...... 70
Above me are the Alps ............ 101 Begin from first where he encradled.. 134

A cloud lay cradled near the setting son 105 Behold the changes of the skies ...... 48
- A crimson glow adorns the western sky 260 Behold the large Leviathan arise .... 81

Acquaint thee, O mortal, acquaint thee 206 Behold this ruin, 'twas a skull........ 294
Adieu to thee fair Rhine, a vain adieu 91 | Bebold yon glorious orb, whose feeble 109

A fairer isle than Britain, never sun.. 92 Be it a weakness it deserves some praise 119
- ; A florist a sweet little blossom espied 67 Beneath, a sleeping infant lies........ 255
El Again the Lord of life and light ...... 160 Beneath the hedge, or near the stream 72

Alas for Sicily! rude fragments now.. 224 Beyond the glittering starry skies .... 163
26 A little particle of rain .... .... 296 Blame not the monumental stone .... 255

All in the power of their great Maker 33 Blessed be thy name for ever ...... 17

All night the booming minute gun .... 95 Blind, poor, and helpless Bartimeus sat 144
Fer All worldly shapes shall melt in gloom 272 Bold Infidelity! turn pale and die.... 255

Almighty King who sil'st above .... 8 Brightest and best of the sons of the .. 140
And afterwards the famous rivers came 89 Bright morning star of bliss.... .... 171

And did he rise ? Hear, O, ye nations 159 Bright portals of the sky .... ...... 161
it And first came Faith, the Marshal .... 172 Bright Stranger, welcome to my field 71
Id And forth they passe, with pleasure .. 51 Bright Summer beams along the sky 37
oli And greedy Avarice by him did ride.. 125 But art thou thus indeed alone? .... 235
Eft And bim beside rides fierce, revenging 125 But how shall be the great Supreme.. 206
And is there care in heaven, and is .. 185

But it our thoughts are fix'd aright.... 239
And next to him malicious Envy rode 125 | By Judah's vales, and olive-glades.... 204
And now on earth the seventh evening 262 But 'tis not local prejudice that prompts 88
And thou hast walked about.... .... 290 But who can paiut like nature?...... 56

And what is this? Survey the wondrons 131
W Angels, assist to sing .... ........ 18

Can I bid thee little stranger ........ 118
A nightingale that all day long ...... 72

Cease here longer to detain me ...... 216
Another day has pass'd along ........ 264

Charity, decent, modest, easy, kind .. 176
A poor wayfaring Man of grief ..... 211

Childhood, happiest stage of life...... 119
Are these the trees ? Is this the place ? 218

Child of man, whose seed below...... 170
Are ye forever to your skies departed 186

Come down in thy profoundest gloom 232
-Around Bethesda's healing wave .... 143

Come golden evening! In the west .. 30
Around the fire one wintry night .... 222 Come, my fond fluttering heart ...... 182
(Art thou a thing of mortal birth ...... 119

Contemplate when the sun declines .. 296
As at their work two weavers sat .... 288

Creation's heir, the first, the last...... 188
A shadow on my spirit fell ........ 254

Creator, Spirit, by whose aid ........ 166
A soul prepar'd needs no delays .... 255
A spirit passed before ine, I beheld .. 206 Dame Charity one day was tired .... 287
A voice comes from Ramah, ........ 209 Dartmoor rears in the dim distance ,. 102
Awake my soul, lift up thine eyes .... 177 | Darkness now rose as daylight sunk .. 142


Deep in Sabea's fragrant groves retired 138 Go wing thy flight from star to star .. 282
Delightful Tamar, swell the notes.... 90 Great All in All! I bend in dust .... 15
Doll Atheist! could a giddy dance.... 1 Great God! whose essence, pure, divine 2
Duty and Pleasure long at strife...... 287 Great Ocean too that morning, ...... 93
Dweller in heaven, and ruler below.. 10

Hall, and farewell, thou lovely guest 62
Each fabled fount of comfort dry .... 128 Hail, beauteous stranger of the grove .. 76
Earth now is green, and heaven is blue 39 | Hail Devon, in thy bosom let me rest 86
England, with all thy faults I love thee 82 Hail, gentle winds! I love your...... 103
Ere sin could blight or sorrow fade.... 255 | Hail! great Immanuel, ever honour'd 165

Hail! hail! reviv'd, reviving Spring.. 39
Fair are the provinces that England 86 | Hail, noble Albion; where no golden 82
Fair Autumn spreads her fields of gold 38 Hail the day that sees him rise ...... 161
Fair flower that shunn'st the gaze of day 59 Hail to thy hues thou lovely flower .. 62
Fair flowers in sweet succession should 270 | Happiness! thou lovely name........ 169
Fair pledges of a fruitful tree ........ 218 Happy me! O happy sheep.......... 16
Faith, Hope, and Love now dwell .. 177 Hark, in the vale I hear thy evening.. 75
Faith, like a simple, unsuspecting child 173 Hark 'twas winter's sullen voice .... 38
Fallen is thy throne, O Israel ........ 212 Hard is the heart wbo never at the tomb 279
Far from the world, O Lord ! I fee .. 181 | Harp of Eternity! begin the song.... 18
Far to the right where Appennine .... 83 Hast thou a charm to stay the morning 28
Father of heaven, full many a wasted 238 Have ye dwelt in the land of the brave 98
Faults in the life breed errors ...... 295 | Hear what they were: The progeny .. 123
Fierce o'er the sands the lordly lion stalks 79 He came, the sweet angel my Father .. 242
Fierce passions discompose the mind.. 180 He is the freeman, whom the truth 180
First-born of Ether, high in fields of light 131 Here bliss is short, imperfect, insecare 275
Forced from home and all its pleasures 231 Here having stepp'd aboard, he turn'd 145
Forgive thy foes, nor that alone ...... 296 Her mighty sails the breezes swell. ... 227
For Man to tell how human life began 116 He wept by Lazarus' grave, how will 154
Form'd in pure celestial fashion ...... 127 He who hath bent him o'er the dead.. 83
Forth from the dark and stormy sky .. 184 High on her rock in solitary state .... 234
For tho' in souls where taste and sense 215 His eyes aplifted and his hands close.. 141
For thon didst die for me, oh Son of God 157 Hope, with uplifted foot set free .... 174
For thou wast born of woman, thou didst 135 Honour and happiness unite.......... 187
France, and Spain, and Portugal .... 232 How beautifal is morn .............. 25€
Friend after friend departs .......... 241 How cheerfully the unpartiall Sunne.. 178
From brightning tields of ether ...... 44 | How fair is the Rose! what a beautiful
From Calvary a cry was heard ...... 155 | How long ye miserably blind ........
From conquest Jeptha came ........ 200 | How lovely is this wildered scene ....
From Olivet's sequestered seats ...... 147 How many thousands are wakening .. 251
From tbe hill, stout timber Noah felld 190 How poor, how rich, how abject, .... 12
From the recesses of a lowly spirit.... 133 How rich the Peacock ! what bright.. 71
Full of mercy, full of love............ 143 How softly now the vernal gales...... 4

| How still the morning of the hallow'd 26
Give me my scallop-shell of quiet.... 181 How smiling wakes the verdant year.. 3
Glitt'ring beneath the morning's potent 90 How sweetly flow'd the gospel's sound 14
God of my life, and Author of my days 14 How gweet in the musing of faith.. .. 15
God in the high and holy place ...... 34 How withered, perished seems the form 6
God moves in a mysterious way...... 33
Go to dark Gethsemane.............. 159 I ask'd an aged man, a man of cares 25
Go where a foot bath never trod...... 194I ask'd the heavens what foe to God.. 11



I bow before the power ............ 16 | Loud blew the storm of night, ...... 146
I did but see him and he disappeared 246 Lo where a crowd of pilgrims toil .... 181
If Nature smiles e'en here below .... 277

If this delicious, grateful flower ...... 236 | MANTLED in storms ;-attended by the 47
i I gaze upon yon orbs of light ........ 261 Many are the sayings of the wise .... 177

I hate that Drum's discordant sound .. 293 Man, with his whole posterity must die 130
I heard that Negro on his lowly bed .. 232 Meek twilight! baste to shroud ...... 110
I hear thee speak of the better land .. 279 Me, O iny God! thy piercing eye.... 9
I loved thee daaghter of my heart .... 245 Methinks it is good to be here ...... 269
Immense Creator! whose all-powerful 12 Mild is the Behemoth, though large .. 80
In a valley obscure, on a bank of green 64 Mild offspring of a dark and sullen sire 58
In days of yore as Gothic fable tells .. 284 | Mindful of disaster past ...... .... 39
In distant days of wild romance...... 292 Minutest of the feather'd kind.. . . 73
In Israel's fane by silent night........ 200 Moon of Harvest, herald mild .. .. .. 111
Injured, hopeless, faint and weary.... 193 My chaise the village inn did gain.... 249
I never hear that plaintive sigh ...... 238 My conscience is my crown ........ 212
In this pillar I do lie ................ 192 My ear is pained, my soul is sick .... 230
In times like ours, 'ıwere wise if people 294 My God, all nature owns thy sway .. 11
I quit the world's fantastic joys ...... My God, thy boundless love we praise 12
I saw it in my evening walk ........ 58 Muse! take the harp of prophecy; .. 265
I saw them in white raiment ........ 281 | Mysterious visitant! whose beauteous 114
I sing of God the mighty source...... 1
I sought Thee round about, O thou .. 3 NAY, do not wantonly destroy ...... 68
Is there no power our darkness ...... 169 Nay, shrink not from that word Farewell 239
It happen'd on a solemn even-tide.... 160 Next, brave Philotimus in post did ride 124
It bappen'd on a cloudy morn........ 286 Next to the captain, coward Deilos .. 126
It is a fearful thing to see............ 238 Night is the time for rest ........ 260
It is a solemn chapter, and is graced.. 211 No airy dreams their simple fancies .. 253
It is not that my lot is low .......... 235 | Noble the mountain stream ........
It seems as if the summer sky........ 265 Nor less attractive is the woodland.... 51
It was a summer-evening ............ 225 No sounds of worldly toil ascending .. 97
I was toss'd on the billows of life .... 146 Not a tree, a plant, a leaf, a blossom.. 51
I will not praise the often flatter'd rose 60 Not seldom, clad in radiant vest...... 14

Not worlds on worlds in phalanx deep 59
JEHOVAH reigns: let every nation hear 7| Now let the bright reverse be known 172
Jesus, and didst thou condescend .... 148

.... 148 | Now the golden mørn aloft ........ 44
Jesus while he dwelt below .... .... 153 No war, nor battle's sound ........ 136
Joy to the followers of the Lord .... 179

OBSCUREst night involved the sky .. 229
* KING of the dead how long shall weep 213 O bury not the dead by day.......... 270
Know'st thou the value of a soul .... 296 O day most calm and bright ........ 260

Odours of spring my sense ye charm.. 242
LAND where the bones of onr fathers 2400 execrable son so to aspire ........ 230
Last smile of the departing year .... 60 Oft have I seen, when musing ...... 121
"Let us with a gladsome mind ........ 21 O God, whose thander shakes the sky 178
<Lift up your heads ye everlasting gates 162 Oh call my brother back to me ...... 244
Light from the sod the lark exulting.. 75 Oh come with thy olive-branch ...... 166
Little inmate, full of mirth .... .... 71 Oh for that spirit whieh on Moses' lyre 197
Live while you live, the Epicare would 296 Oh for the harp that David swept .... 201
Lord it belongs not to my care .... 176 Oh gracious power, for thy belov'd .. 41
Look where he comes; in this.. .... 237 | Oh hand of bounty largely spread .... 31

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