When wandering in the uncertain round

Whose tender mind is fram'd to share Of mazy doubt, no end I found;

The equal portion of my care, O my unblest and erring feet!

Whose thoughts my happiness employs What most I sought to shun, ye meet.

Sincere, who triumphs in my joys, Come then my serious Maid again:

With whom in raptures I may stray, Come and try another strain;

Through Study's long and pathless way, Come and Nature's dome explore,

Obscurely blest, in joys, alone, Where dwells retir'd the matron hoar;

To th' excluded world unknown. There her wondrous works survey,

Forsook the weak fantastic train And drive th' intruder Love away.

Of Flattery, Mirth, all false and vain; 'Tis done:--ascending Heaven's height, On whose soft and gentle breast Contemplation take thy flight:

My weary soul may take her rest, Behold the Sun, through Heaven's wide space, While the still tender look and kind, Strong as a giant, run his race:

Fair springing from the spotless mind, Behold the Moon exert her light,

My perfected delights ensure As blushing bride on her love-night:

To last immortal, free and pure. Behold the sister starry strain,

Grant, Heav'n, if Heav'n means bliss for me, Her bride-maids, mount the azure plain :

Monimia such, and long may be. See where the snows their treasures keep;

Here, here again! how just my fear; The chambers where the loud winds sleep;

Love ever finds admittance here; Where the collected rains abide

The cruel sprite intent on harm, Till Heav'n set all its windows wide,

Has quite dissolv’d the feeble charm; Precipitate from high to pour

Assuming Friendship's saintly guise, And drown in violence of show'r:

Has past the cheated sentry's eyes, Or gently strain'd they wash the earth,

And, once attain'd his hellish end, And give the tender fruits a birth.

Displays the undissembled fiend. See where Thunder springs his mine ;

O say! my faithful fair ally, Where the paths of lightning shine:

How didst thou let the traitor by? Or tir'd those heights still to pursue,

I from the desert bade thee come', From Heav'n descending with the dew,

Invok'd thee from thy peaceful home, That soft impregns the youthful mead,

More to sublime my solemn hour, Where thousand flow’rs exalt the head,

And curse this demon's fatal pow'r; Mark how Nature's hand bestows

Lo! by superior force opprest, Abundant grace on all that grows,

Thou these three several times hast blest. Tinges, with pencil slow unseen,

Shall we the magic rites pursue, The grass that clothes the valley green;

When Love is mightier far than thou?Or spreads the tulip's parted streaks,

Yes come, in bless'd enchantment skill'd, Or sanguine dyes the rose's cheeks,

Another altar let us build; Or points with light Monimia's eyes,

Go forth as wont, and try to find, And forms her bosom's beauteous rise.

Where'er Devotion lies reclin'd; Ab! haunting spirit, art thou there?

Thou her fair friend, by Heaven's decreo Forbidden in these walks t' appear.

Art one with her, and she with thee. I thought, O Love! thou would'st disdain

Devotion, come, with sober pace, To mix with Wisdom's black-stay'd train; Full of thought and full of grace; But when my curious searching look

While humbled on the earth I lie, A nice survey of Nature took,

Wrapt in the vision of the sky, Well pleas’d the matron set to show

To noble heights and solenn views Her mistress-work, on Earth below.

Wing my Heav'n-aspiring Muse; Then fruitless Knowledge turn aside;

Teach me to scorn, by thee refin'd, What other art remains untried

The low delights of human kind: This load of anguish to remove,

Sure thine to put to fight the boy And heal the cruel wounds of Love?

Of laughter, sport, and idle joy. To Friendship's sacred force apply,

O plant these guarded groves about, That source of tenderness and joy,

And keep the treacherous felon out. A joy no anxious fears profane,

Now, see! the spreading gates unfold, A tenderness that feels no pain:

Display'd the sacred leaves of gold. Friendship shall all these ills appease,

Let me with holy awe repair And give the tortur'd mourner ease.

To the solemn house of prayer: Th’indissoluble tie that binds

Aud as I go, () thou! my heart, In equal chains two sister minds:

Forget each low and earthly part: Not such as servile interests choose,

Religion enter in my breast, From partial ends and sordid views;

A mild and venerable guest! Nor when the midnight banquet fires,

Put off, in contemplation drown'd, The choice of wine-inflam'd desires;

Each thought impure on holy ground, When the short fellowships proceed,

And cautious tread with awful fear From casual mirth and wicked deed;

The courts of Heav'n ;-for God is here. Till the next morn estranges quite

Now my grateful voice I raise,
The partners of one guilty night;

Ye angels swell a mortal's praise,
But such as judgment long has weigh'd,
And years of faithfulness bave tried,

* Numbers, ch. 28.

To charm with your own harmony

In vain, Love's fugitive, I try The ear of Him who sits on high.

From the commanding pow'r to fly, Grant me, propitious heav'nly Pow'r,

Though Grace was dawving on my soul, Whose love benign we feel each hour,

Possest by Heav’n sincere and whole, An equal lot on Earth to share,

Yet still in Fancy's painted cells Nor rich, por poor, iny huinble pray'r,

The soul-inflaming image dwells. Lest I forget, exalted proud,

Why didst thou, cruel Love, again The band supreme that gave the good;

Thus drag me back, to earth and pain? Lest want o'er virtue should prevail,

Well hop'd 1, Love, thou would'st retire And I put forth my hand and steal;

Before the blest Jessean lyre. But if thy sovereign will shall grant

Devotion's harp would charm to rest The wealth I neither ask nor want,

The evil spirit in my breast; May I the widow's need supply,

But the deaf adder fell disdains, And wipe the tear from Sorrow's eye;

Unlistening to the chanter's strains. May the weary wanderer's feet

Contemplation, baffled maid, From me a blest reception meet!

Remains there yet no other aid? But if contempt and low estate

Helpless and weary must thou yield Be the assignment of my fate,

To Love supreme in every field? 0! may no hope of gain entice

Let Melancholy last engage, To tread the green broad path of Vice.

Reverend boary-mantled sage. And bounteous, O! vouchsafe to clear

Sure, at his sable flag's display The errours of a mod sincere.

Love's idie troop will fit away: Illumine thou my searching mind,

And bring with him his due compeer, Groping after truth, and bliud.

Silence, sad, forlom, and drear. With stores of science be it fraught

Haste thee, Silence, haste and go, That bards have dream'd, or sages taught; To search the gloomy world below, And chief the heav'n-born strain impart,

My trembling steps, O Sybil! lead A Muse according to thy heart;

Through the dominions of the dead : That rapt in sacred ecstasy,

Where Care, enjoying soft repose, I may sing and sing of thee;

Lays down the burden of his woes; Mankind instructing in thy laws,

Where meritorious Want, no more Blest poet in fair Virtue's cause,

Shivering begs at Grandeur's door; Her former merit to restore,

Unconscious Grandeur, seald his eyes, And make mankind again adore,

On the mouldering purple lies. As when conversant with the great,

In the dim and dreary round, She fixt in palaces her seat.

Speech in eternal chains lies bound: Before her all-revealing ray,

And see a tomb, it's gates display'd, Each sordid passion should decay :

Expands an everlasting shade. Ambition shuns the dreaded dame,

O ye inhabitants, that dwell And pales? his ineffectual fame;

Each forgotten in your cell, Wealth sighs her triumphs to behold,

O say, for whom of human race And offers all bis sums of gold;

Has fate decreed this biding place? She in her chariot seen to ride 3,

And hark! methinks a spirit calls, A noble train attend her side:

Low winds the whisper round the walls, A cherub first, in prime of years,

A voice, the sluggish air that breaks, The champion Fortitude appears;

Solemn amid the silence speaks. Next Temperance, sober mistress, seen

“ Mistaken man, thou seek'st to know With look compos’d and cheerful mien;

What known will but afflict with woe; Calm Patience, still victorions found,

There thy Moniinia shall abide, With never-fading glories crown'd;

With the pale bridegroom rest a bride, Firm Justice last the balance rears,

The wan assistants there shall lay, The good man's praise, the bad man's sears; In weeds of death, her beauteous clay." While chief in beauty as in place

O words of woe! what do I hear? She charms with dear Monimia's grace.

What sounds invade a lover's ear? Monimia still! here once again!

Must then thy charms, my anxious care, O! fatal name; O dubious strain !

The fate of vulgar beauty share? Say, heav'n-born Virtue, pow'r divine,

Good Heav'o retard (for thine the pow'r) Are all these various movements thine?

The wheels of time, that roll the hour! Was it thy triumphs sole inspir'd

Yet alı! why swells my breast with fears? My soul, to holy transports fird?

Why start the interdicted tears? Or say, do springs less sacred move?

Love, dost thou tempt again ? Depart, Ah! much I fear, it's human love.

Thou devil, cast out from my heart, Alas! the noble strife is o'er,

Sad I forsook the feast, the ball, The blissful visions charm no more;

The sunny bow'r and lofty hall, Far off the glorions rapture flown,

And sought the dungeon of despair;
Monimia rages here alone.

Yet thou overtak'st ine there.
How little dream'd I thee to find

In this lone state of human kind? ? See Hamlet.

Nor melancholy can prevail, 3 See Characteristics, vol. ii. p. 252.

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Hop'd I for these thou wouldst remove?

How near akin is Grief to Love!

Then no more I strive to shun

Love's chains: 0 Heav'o! thy will be done.
The best physician here I find,

When Lindsay drew Montgomery, heavenly maid !
To cure a sore diseased mind,

And gaz'd with wonder on that angel face,
For soon this venerable gloom

Pleas'd I sat by, and joyfully survey'd
Will yield a weary sufferer roon;

The daring pencil image every grace.
No more a slave to Love decreed,
At eas? and free among the dead.

When as the youth, each feature o'er and o'er
Come then, ye tears, ne'er cease to flow,

Careful retouch'd with strict observant view;
In fuil satiety of woe:

Eftsoons I saw how cuarms unseen before
Though now the maid my heart alarms,

Swell’d to the sight, and with the picture grew.
Severe and mighty in her charms,
Doom'd to obey, in bondage prest,

With milder glances now he arms her eyes,
The tyrant Love's commands onblest;

The red now triumphs to a brighter rose;
Pass but some fleeting moments o'er,

Now heaves her bosom to a softer rise,
This rebel heart shall beat no more;

And fairer on her check the lily blows.
*Then froin my dark and closing tye
The form belor'd shall ever fly.

Last glow'd the blush, that pure of female wile
The tyranny of Love shall cease,

I whilom knew, when so my stars decreed Both laid down to sleep in peace;

My pipe she deigu'd to laud in pleasing smile,
To share alike our mortal lot,

All undeserving I such worthy mecd.
Her beauties and my cares forgot.

The whiles I gaz'd, ah! felice Art, thought I,

Ah! feiice youth that doen it possess;

Couth to de peint the fair so verily,

True to each charın, and faithful to each grace,

Sythence she cannot emulate her skill,
Sech, skill'd the tender verse to frame,

Ne envy will the Muse her sister's praise,
And softly strike the golden lyre;

Then for the deed, 0 let her place the will,
A stranger to the softening flame,

And to the glowing colours join her layes. and new to every mild desire;

Yet algates would the Nine, that high on hill Sweets that crown the budding year,

Parnasse, sweet imps of Jove, with Jove reside,
Pour'd from the zephyris tepid wing,

Give me to rein the fiery steed at will,
Saw Sappho in the grove appear,

And with kind hand thy lucky pencil guide:
The rival of the vocal spring.

Then, certes, mought we fate misprise, of praise
To try the heart-subluing strains,

Secure, if the dear maid in beauty's bloom
Anon the vernal scenes impel

Survive, or in thy colours, or my lays,
O'er lofty rocks and rills plains

Joy of this age, and joy of each to come.
Soft warbled from th'Eolian shell.

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Say, thou with endless beauty crown'd,
Of all the youth that sigh around
Thy worshippers, and anxious wait
From thy bright eyes their future fate;
Say, whom do most these eyes approve?
Whom does Montgomery choose to love?

Not him, who strives to build a naine
From ruins of another's fame:
Who proud in self-conceit throws down
His neighbour's wit, to raise his owi).
Should the vain man expect success,
The fool of compliment and dress:
Thy eyes undazzled can bchold
The gaudy nothing deckt in gold.
Thy wise discernment soon descries
Where folly lurks in wit's disguise;
Trac'd through ench shape in which 'tis seen,
Through the grave look, the solemn mien;
The proud man's front, the vain mali's walk,
The fopling's dress, the coxcomb's talk.
A large estate, and little sense,
To charms like thine have no pretence.


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Ev’n thou who cautious wing'st thy way,

Had given thy tedious wanderings o'er;
By Julia's all-persuading lay

Fix'd eter to the pleasing shore.

A face so sweet bad sure prerail'd

With Wisdom's self to hear the voice,
Whilst both the yielding heart assail'd,
Here Wisdoin muight have Ax'd bis choice,


Shalt thou, O insolent! prevail ?

And, borne along with gentle force, Heav'n never meant its goods for sale:

Distributes wealth through all its course ; Beauty, the pearl of price, is giv’ı,

Nor does the faithful spring deny Not bought, 'tis the free grace of Heav'n.

The alimental just supply. The happy youth with arts retin'd,

Thou Douglas' too, in whom combine Simple of heart, of steadfast mind:

A spirit and a noble line; Whom thirst of gain could never draw

Engaging looks, that inild inspire To trespass friendship's sacred law:

Fond delight and young desire; Whose soul the charms of sense inspire;

All-winning sweetness, void of priile, Who loves, where reason bids adınire:

Thou hast no faults for art to hide. Cautious to shun, with wise disdain,

Maria such, whose opening bloom The proud, the airy, and the vain:

Foreshows the pregnant fruits to come. Him whom these virtues shall adorn,

O blest! for whom the Seasons' fight Thou, fair Montgomery, wili not scoru:

Ripens that harvest of delight; Of all the gifts of Heav'r possest,

To whom the Autumn shall resign, To him thou yield'st thy willing breast;

To press the rich luxuriant vine. For him the blush, with modest grace,

Unwounded who can thee espy, Glows rosy, o'er thy blooining face:

Maid of the black and piercing eye? For him thy panting bosom swells,

Too rashly bold, we take the field And on thy lips such sweetness dwells.

Against thy shafts with Wisdom's shield; Crown'd with success, the happy boy

Pierc'd helpless in our guarded side, Shall revel in excess of joy:

We fall the victims of our pride. While in thy presence, Heav'n appears

Nor Erskine less the song demands, In sweets laid up for many years.

Not least in beauty's blooming bands. The beau and uitling then shall ily,

Erskine, peculiar care of Heav'n, The fup in secret corner sigh;

To whom the pow'r of sound is giv'n; Condemn'd to cry in love's d'spair,

Artist divine! to her belong “Ah! why so wise who was so fair ?"

The heav'nly lay, and magic song: Did thy example, beauteous maid,

How do we gaze with vast delight The rest of womankind persuade;

Her fingers' swift harmonious flight, Nor injur'd merit would complain,

When o'er th' obedient keys they tly, That it may love, and love in vain :

To waken sleeping harmony? Nor Battery false, and impudence,

Where'er she speaks, the joy of all, Usurp the room of basbiul sense;

Soft the silver accents fall: No more at midnight ball appear,

Whene'er she looks, in still amaze To gain on beauty's list'sing ear.

The eyes of all enamour'd gaze: Beauty would hear the vows of trutb;

Each word steals gently on the ear; Nor love would speak with foily's mouth.

'Tis Heav'n to see, 'tis Heav'n to hear. Yet some there are, the better few,

In everlasting blushes seen, Wise thy example to pursue;

Such Pringle shines of sprightly mien: Who rich in store of native charms,

To her the pow'r of love imparts, Employ no artificial arms.

Rich gift! the soft successful arts Such beav'nly Charlotte!, form divine!

That best tbe lovers' fires proroke, Love's univcisal kingdom's thine,

The lively step, the mirthful joke, Anointed queen! all unconfind,

The speaking glance, the amorous wile, Thine is the homage of mankind :

The sportful laugh, the winning sibile; Thy subjects, willing to oby,

Her soul, awakening every grace, Bless thy mild rule and gentle sway;

Is all abroad upon ber face; With loyal mind each zealous pays

In bloom of youth still to survive, His tribute duteous to thy praise.

Ail charins are there, and all alive. Yet nought to greatness dost thou owe;

Fair is the lily, sweet the rose, Thy merit from thyself does flow;

That in thy cheek, o Drummond! gloers; Alike our wonder and our theme,

Pure is the snow's unsullied white In beauty as in place supreine.

That clothes thy bosom's swelling height. Such thy fair sister, frain'd to please,

Majestic looks her soul express, Of aspect gay, and graceful ease.

That awe us from desir'd access; Pure flows her wit and unrestrain 'd;

Till sweetness soon rebukes the fear, By envy and by hate unstain'd;

And bids the trembling youth drau near. Not as the rushing torrent pours,

See, how sublime she does advance, Increas'd by snows, and wintry show'rs;

And seems already in the dance; Involving in its furious sway

Exalted how she moves along, The labouring binds, a helpless prey;

Ten thousand thousand graccs strong! Now wide o'erspreads the wat’ry scene,

Such Marchmont's daughter, unreprurd, And now decreas'd, no inore is seen:

The maid by men of sense belov'd; But as a constant river leads

Who knows with modesty to scoru Its winding streain through purple meads;

The titles that may fools adorn: That through the blushing landscape rollid, She claims no nerit from her blood, Reflects the bordering flowers in gold;

Her greatest honour to be good : "Lady Charlotte Hamilton,

Lady Jane Douglas

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Meedless of pomp, with open heart

TO A LADY, Well has she chose the better part.


Earth's wonder, Tinnegham, and thine!
Her soul all tenderness and love,

Why hangs that cloud upon thy brow?
Gentle as the harmless dove:

That beauteous Heav'n, ere-while serene? Who artless, charms without design,

Whence do these storms and tempests blow, She! of the modest look benign.

Or what this gust of passion mean?
Eliza young in beauty bright,

And must then mankind lose that light 'Though new to every soft delight;

Which in thine eyes was wont to shine, Yet soon her conquests shall extend,

And lie obscurd in endless night,
Soon shall the sprightly maid ascend

For each poor silly speech of mine?
The rival of each kindred name,
And triumph to her mother's fame.

Dear child, how could I wrong thy name?
Full in the pleasing list appears

Thy form so fair and faultless stands, Robertoun, in prime of years;

That could ill tongues abuse thy fame, With skill she does her smiles bestow,

Thy beauty could make large amends: For Pallas bends her Cupid's bow:

Or if I durst profanely try Wisely she shuns to entertain

Thy beauty's powerful charms t’upbraid, The designing, and the vain;

Thy virtue well might give the lie,
To these 'tis all forbidden ground,

Nor call thy beauty to its aid.
Prudence, a cherub, guards her round,

For Venus, every heart t'ensnare,
With flaming sword fools to expel;

With all her charms bas dech'd thy face, In paradise fools must not dweil.

And Pallas, with unusual care,
Strike again the golden lyre,

Bids wisdom heighten every grace.
Let Hume the notes of joy inspire.

Who can the double pain endure?
O lovely Hume! repeat again,

Or who must not resign the field
My lyre, the ever-pleasing strain.

To thee, celestial maid, secure
Dear to the Muse, the Muse approves

With Cupid's bow aud Pasas' shield?
Each charm, the Muse the virgin loves:
The Muse preserves in lasting lays

If then to thee such pow'r is given,
The records of soft beauty's praise;

Let not a wretch in torment live, In vain would triumph beauty's eye,

But smile, and learn to copy Heav'n;
Unsung, these triumphs soon would die;

Since we must sin ere it forgive.
Fate overcomes the fair and strong,

Yet pitying Heaven not only does
But has no pow'r o'er sacred song;

Forgive th' oftender, and th' offence,
Verse the dying name can save,

But evin itself appeas'd bestows,
And make it live beyond the grave.

As the reward of penitence.
Tous Hume shall unborn hearts engage,
Her smile shall warm another age;
Her race of mortal glory past,
Th'immortal fame shall ever last;

Last shall the look that won my heart,
The pleasing look sincere of art.

0! pow'rful of persuasive face,

Ye gods! was Strephon's picture blest
Adorn'd and perfected in grace;

With the fair Heaven of Chloe's breast?
What joys await, joys in excess,

Move softer, thou fond fluttering heart!
The youth whoin thou decree'st to bless;

Oh gently throb,--too fierce thou art.
Ordain’d thy yielding breast to move,

Tell me, thou brightest of thy kind,
Thy breast yet innocent of love!

For Strephon was the bliss design'd?
But who is she, the general gaze

For Strephon's sake, dear charming maid,
Of sighing crowds, the world's amaze,

Didst thou prefer his wandering shade?
Who looks forth as the blushing mora
On mountains of the east new born?

And thou, blest shade! that sweetly ait
Is it not Cochrane fair? Tis she,

Lodged so near my Chloe's heart,
The youngest grace of graces three,

For me the tender hour improve,
The eldest fell to death a prey,

And softly tell how dear I love.
Ah! snatch'd in early flower away:

Ungrateful thing! it scorns to hear
The second, manifold of charms,

Its wretched master's ardent pray’r,
Blesses a bappy husband's arms;

Ingrossing all that beauteous Heaven,
The third a blooming form remains;

That Chloe, lavish maid, has given.
O'er all the blameless victor reigos:
Where'er she gracious deigns to move,

I cannot blame thee: were I lord
The public praise, the public love.

Of all the wealth those breasts afford,
Superior these shall still remain,

I'd be a miser too, nor give
The lover's wish, the poet's strain;

An alms to keep a god alive.
Their beauties shall all hearts engagé,

Oh smile not thus, my lovely fair,
Victorious over spite and age:

On these cold looks, that lifeless air,
Like thee, Montgomery, shall they shine, Prize him whose bosom glows with fire,
And charm the world with arts like thine,

With eager love and soft desire.

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