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into descriptions wbich may entertain, but neither strengthen nor 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 bis humorous pieces, it is the moral which adorns the tale. Contemporary with Cowper, though a Poet of very different order, was the unhappy 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 bis works carry with them their own recommendation.

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Having arrived at our own time, BYRON, its brightest poetical ornament, claims 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

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 the truth of Scripture, or friend to human happiness can approve. We have, though not without difficulty, furnished a few unexceptionable extracts from his works.

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We cannot refrain from expressing our admiration of “The Course of Time." It is a Poem which will live when some of its more flashy compeers shall have been b forgotten. It may bave been over-praised; it is occasionally harsh and prosaic; but

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 If 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 the and updying 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 Southey and Byron have opited 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, wbich we wait the Dight 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. MOR and a J. TAYLOR. BOWBING 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, bnt too-much-neglected Townsman, CARRINGTON.

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


Devonport, January, 1829.


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ABASH'd be all the boast of age 142 BEAUTIFUL are you in your lowliness 57
Above, below, wbere'er I gaze
11 Beautiful creature, I have been

Above me are the Alps .....

101 Begin from first where he encradled.. 134
A cload lay cradled near the setting son 105 Behold the changes of the skies

A crimson glow adorns the western sky 260 Behold the large Leviathan arise 81
Acquaint the e, 0 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 .. 82 Be it a weakness it deserves some praise 119
A florist a sweet little blossom espied 67 | Beneath, a sleeping infant lies........ 255
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
A little particle of rain

Blame not the monumental stone 255
All in the power of their great Maker 33 Blessed be thy name for ever

All night the booming minute gun ....

95 Blind, poor, and helpless Bartimeus sat 144
All worldly shapes shall melt in gloom 272 Bold Infidelity! turn pale and die.... 255
Almighty King who silst above 8 Brightest and best of the sons of the .. 140
And afterwards the famous rivers came 89 Bright morning star of bliss....
And did he rise ? Hear, 0, ye nations 159 Bright portals of the sky
And first came Faith, the Marshal .... 172 Bright Stranger, welcome to my field
And forth they passe, with pleasure .. 51

Bright Summer beams along the sky 37
And greedy Avarice by him did ride.. 125

But art thou thus indeed alone ?
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 if 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

Bat'tis not local prejudice that prompts 89
od thou hast walked about....

But who can paiut like nature?

and what is this? Survey the wondrons 131
Angels, assist to sing


Can I bid thee little stranger ........ 118
1A nightingale that all day long


Cease here longer to detain me ...... 246
Another day has pass'd alung

264 | Charity, decent, modest, easy, kind 176
A poor wayfaring Man of grief


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 profou udest 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

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Art thou a thing of mortal birth 119 Contemplate when the sun declines 296
As at their work two weavers sat

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

254 Creator, Spirit, by whose aid

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A soul prepar'd needs no delays 255
A spirit passed before me, I beheld 206 Dame Charity one day was tired
A voice comes from Ramah,

209 Dartmoor rears in the dim distance 102
Awake my soul, lift up ibine eyes .... 177 Darkness now rose as daylight sunk 142

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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 dast

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,

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

Earth now is green, and heaven is blue 39

Hail Devon, in thy bosom let me rest
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 tbe provinces that England 86 Hail, noble Albion; where no golden 8%
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 ..
Fair flowers in sweet succession should 270 Happiness! thou lovely name........ 10
Fair pledges of a fruitful tree ........ 218 Happy me! O happy sheep.....

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

Fallen is thy throne, O Israel

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Hard is the heart who never at the tomb 272
Far from the world, O Lord ! I fee .. 181 | Harp of Eternity! begin the song

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
Fanlts in the life breed errors ......

Hear what they were: The progeny ..

Fierce o'er the sands the lordly lion stalks 79

He came, the sweet angel my Father .. 247
Fierce passions discompose the mind.. 180

He is the freeman, whom the truth 18
First-born of Ether, high in fields of light 131 Here bliss is short, imperfect, insecure 271
Forced from home and all its pleasures 231 Here having stepp'd aboard, he turn'd
Forgive thy foes, nor that alone 296

Her mighty sails the breezes swell.... 221
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..
Forth from the dark and stormy sky. 184 High on her rock in solitary state ....

For tho' in souls where taste and sense 215

His eyes uplifted and his hands close.. 144)
For thou 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

How beautiful is morn ..............

Friend after friend departs .........


How cheerfully the unpartiall Sunne.. 178
From brightning tields of ether

44 How fair is the Rose! what a beautiful 61
From Calvary a cry was heard

How long ye miserably blind

From conquest Jeptha came

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How lovely is this wildered scene ....

From Olivet's sequestered seats ......


How many thousands are wakening
From the hill, stout timber Noah fell’d 190 How poor, how rich, how abject,
From the recesses of a lowly spirit.... 133 How rich the Peacock ! what bright.. 76
Full of mercy, full of love....... 143

How softly now the vernal gales......


How still the morning of the hallow'd 203
Give me my scallop-shell of quiet.... 181 How smiling wakes the verdant year.. 34
Glittring beneath the morning's potent 90 How sweetly flow'd the gospel's sound 141]
God of my life, and Author of my days 14 How sweet in the musing of faith.. .. 158
God in the high and holy place

34 How withered, perished seems the form
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 hath never trod...... 194 I ask'd the heavens what foe to God.. 151

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I bow before the power

16 Loud blew the storm of night,

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I did but see him and be 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

gaze upon yon orbs of light

Many are the sayings of the wise 177
I hate that Drum's discordant sound .. 293 Mao, with his whole posterity must die 130
t I heard that Negro, on his lowly bed

Meek twilight! baste to shroud 110
E I hear thee speak of the better land 279 Me, O iny God! thy piercing eye.... 9

I loved thee daughter of my heart .... 245 Methinks it is good to be here
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
2 In days of yore as Gothic fable tells .. 284

Mindful of disaster past

In distant days of wild romance......
292 Minutest of the feather'd kind..

In Israel's fane by silent night.. 200 Moon of Harvest, herald mild

Injured, hopeless, faint and weary.... 193 My chaise the village inn did gain.... 249
I never hear that plaiptive sigh

My conscience is my crown

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In this pillar I do lie

....... 192 My ear is pained, my soul is sick 230
In times like ours, 'twere wise if people 294 My God, all nature owns thy sway 11
Di I quit the world's fantastic joys 182 | My God, thy boundless love we praise 12
-. I saw it in my evening walk

58 Muse! take the harp of prophecy ;
I saw them in white raiment

281 Mysterious visitant! whose beauteous 114
I sing of God the mighty source......

I sought Thee round about, 0 thou 3 NAY, do not wantonly destroy

Is there no power our darkness ...... 169 Nay, shrink not from that word Farewell 239
Et: It happen'd on a solemn even-tide.... 160 Next, brave Philotimus in post did ride 124

It happen'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

It is a solemn chapter, and is grace... 211 No airy dreams their simple fancies .. 253
! It is not that my lot is low

Noble the mountain stream

It seems as if the summer sky........ 265 Nor less attractive is the woodland.... 51
It was a summer-evening

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 Not seldom, clad in radiant vest...... 14

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

Jesus while he dwelt below
153 No war, nor battle's sound

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 .


Odours of spring my sense ye charm.. 242
LAND where the bones of our fathers 210 O execrable son so to aspire .... 230
Last smile of the departing year
60 Oft have I seen, when musing

Let us with a gladsome

mind ........

21 O God, whose thunder shakes the sky 178
Lift up your heads ye everlasting gates 162 Oh call my brother back me

Light from the sod the lark exulting.. 75 Oh come with thy olive-branch

Little inmate, full of mirth .... 71

Oh for that spirit whieh on Moses' lyre 197
Live while you live, the Epicure 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, .


Oh hand of bounty largely spread 34


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