There’s not a joy the world can gi
When the glow of early thought dec
'Tis not on youth’s smooth cheek t
But the tender bloom of heart is g
Then the few whose spirits float a

The braziers, it seems, are prepar
An address, and present it themsel
A superfluous pageant-for, by the
They’ll find where they’re going m

When a man hath no freedom to figh
Let him combat for that of his nei
Let him think of the glories of G
And get knock’d on the head for hi
To do good to mankind is the chiva

But first, on earth as vampire sen
Thy corse shall from its tomb be r
Then ghastly haunt thy native plac
And suck the blood of all thy race
There from thy daughter, sister, w

Oh, Anne, your offences to me hav
I thought from my wrath no atoneme
But woman is made to command and d
I look 'd in your face, and I alm
I vow’d I could ne’er for a momen

There is a pleasure in the pathles
There is a rapture on the lonely s
There is society, where none intru
By the deep sea, and music in its
I love not man the less, but Natu

Oh! could Le Sage’s demon’s gift
Be realized at my desire,
This night my trembling form he’d
To place it on St. Mary’s spire.
Then would, unroof’d, old Granta’

When Bishop Berkeley said “there
And proved it—'twas no matter what
They say his system 'tis in vain t
Too subtle for the airiest human h
And yet who can believe it! I wou

When Time, or soon or late, shall
The dreamless sleep that lulls the
Oblivion! may thy languid wing
Wave gently o’er my dying bed!
No band of friends or heirs be the

ETERNAL SPIRIT of the chain
Brightest in dungeons, Liberty, t
For there thy habitation is the he
The heart which love of Thee alon
And when thy sons to fetters are c