Mix with the beech's more extensive flow,
And varied verdure skim the turf below;
If there its length the tall elm interpose,
Or plane-trees cut the groupe in formal rows;
Say, shall the local genius lend a smile
Propitious, to reward the planter's toil?

See, where that solitary rock-stone rings To the grim robber's tramp, Salvator flings His random foliage o'er the murky stream, And trembles thro' the leaves a fitful gleam!→ Shall morning, playful round the mountaineer, Tint his swart check, his rigid brow severe ? Shall crystal riv'let, shall a roseate bloom From pleasant Claude, relieve the sullen gloom ? There only do we welcome genuine grace Or in the living, or the pictur'd face, Where to one paramount expression bent Is every feeling-every sentiment. And, if the pencil's magic e'er express'd A storm of passions tearing up the breast, That rush, and in a mingling tumult break To the pale eye, the brow, the lip, the cheek; If one auspicious stroke the inə ent seize When quivering rage the heart-pulse seems to freeze, And the fierce flush betrays an amorous fire, And melts maternal Pity midst Desire,

Yet Pity fleets away, a feeble beam,
Wild as the bursts of murderous frenzy flame;-
Who-who-Timomachus! but pants to see
Vain wish! expression so divine in thee?
Alas! who mourns not that pictorial fire
Fore-doom'd at once to dazzle and expire!

But, radiant from the beauteous form and face, Where, in each curve, the beauteous mind we trace, The noblest emanations of the soul

Shine forth: And in one concert blends the whole.

Yes! there is yet a Harmony, more warm Than all the colours that in picture charm! There is a Harmony that wont to breathe More bliss, than all that wins the Poet's wreath! There is a Harmony, to banish cares Beyond the proudest boast of Lydian airs!

It is the accordance of the soul, to illume

Young sportive Emma! thy delicious bioom!
It is the moral miustrelsy refin'd

Where the eye's lustre shews the untainted mind-
The sweetness-not where orbs voluptuous roll—
But the dark eye-lash veils the pensive sou
The sparkling sense (()! not where archness plays
In Delia's dimples, tho' a thousand ways)

But where the ideas, in delighted eyes,
In quick succession kindle, as they rise→→→→
The loveliness O! not where pleasure sips
The juicy tincture e'en of Zoe's lips

But in the transient tints that feeling speak,
The blush that brightens on the conscious cheek t

Spirit of Taste! thy boons while thus we share, Scarce do we think, how precious and how rare! To thee, our liveliest pleasures owe their birth, A new creation opening upon earth!

A little world thy votaries only know,

Where suns more pure, and balmier planets glow !

Yet is this little world obscur'd or bright, But a short day-dream to elude our sight; Now shown, and now alas! no longer seen; And ages of long darkness brood between!

Spirit of Taste! how many a year roll'd on, Ere first o'er Greece thy virgin glory shone.

'Twas then, thy sons, as from one impulse, rose; Saw thy fair scene its trancing charms disclose; Saw, as by wizard wildfires circled 'round, Themselves alone, that trod thy sacred ground;

Thy brilliant halo on each head descried,

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And tower'd above mankind in mutual pride; Caught from the admiring crowd the fond acclaim, Nor breath'd one wish inemulous of fame.

Then to their favour'd vision beaming clear, Were all condens'd the beauties of thy sphere. Then first, with elegant emotions blest, They saw, they felt, and what they saw, express'd. Yet thro' dun mists, that gather'd to absorb Its rays, they mourn'd, ere long, thy setting orb.

Once more, that rising orb o'er patriot Rome Dispers'd, to favour'd eyes, the incumbent gloom.. But paler, a diminisht influence shed,

And for an age shone out, and sudden fled.

And O! propitious if thou deign renewa
Thy genial visit to a chosen few;
Be theirs, dishonour'd by no gross desire,
In thee to greet a more than classic fire!
Be theirs to relish thy selectest joys
As the first happy Pair, their Paradise,
And lure thee to a world of living bloom,

Thy Home-an Eden; and this Isle-thine Home!'

THE

PLEASURES OF TASTE,

SECOND PART.

THE subject of the Second Part, is the Progress

and Perfection of Taste. And here Taste is considered, first, in the mind where Judgment predominatessecondly, where Imagination, and thirdly, where Sensibility is the prevailing faculty or quality. Aud, (in conclusion,) is delineated the moral and religious influence of Taste.

Look to the scene, that education rears,
The classic nursery of our earlier years.

There, each green haunt the playful tribe explore,
There muse and murmur over learned lore.
His circle in full speed whilst this pursues
O'er summer-flowers, nor notes their brill ant hues;
Whilst in the silver thorn he quick espies
The linnet's nest, and breathless grasps the prize,
And heeds not the poor parent bold in woe,
But her young scatters on the flints below;