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The peripatetic

or, Sketches of the heart, of nature and society; In a series of politico-sentimental journals, in verse and prose, of the eccentric excursions of Sylvanus Theophrastus; Supposed to be written by himself [by John Thelwall]

Thelwall, John (1764-1834)

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[I].

[And hence, my Stella! from thy feeling breast]

[—Immortal Sages!]

[“To calm Reflection's sober train]

[Sweet attic warbler! poet of the skies!]

[Though, loudest of the feather'd choir]

[Thee, vital beam! fair Virtue's guide!]

[Ah! keen the pang of friendless Woe]

[But come, fair Freedom, heav'n-born maid!]

[Daughters of Albion's gay enlighten'd hour!]

[Commerce! thou doubtful, and thou partial good!]

Ode to the American Republic.

[Dear social dome, from whom awhile]

[O Grief! how oft thy wizard-touch, malign]

[Thee, Queen of pensive Visions! to whose ear]

[O Reason! “first-created beam!”]

[Then hail! fair Reason's golden ray!]

[For sweet, when Morning streaks the vernal sky]

[Still asthe young Enthusiast I pursue]

[Hail, Meditation! modest maid!]

[“Then give me, Nymph! the unbought smile]

[What needs the lofty-vaulted dome]

[Far, far away, ye little homely sheds!]

[Who can behold great Nature's awful face]

[See where the heart, life's awful reservoir?]

[Nor here forgets (as cheerful we aspire]

[If the glad heart of Friendship, or the soul]

[For here, while Phœbus sheds the radiant beam]

[Yes, Nature! yes: to my enthusiast eye]

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II.

[Eternal curses wait his Crime,—]

[“Come, black Despair! pervade my gloomy mind!]

[Victorious weapon in the fields of Fame!]

[Enchanting maid! whose voice and air]

[O giant fiend! whose haggard eye]

[Let raging tyrants, with malignant pride]

[Sepulchre of a parent dear!]

[Ah! witness thou, o'er whose untimely bier]

[And I who frequent, from my infant years]

ODE to the CLIFFS, at SANDGATE.

[O! how sweet, at the hour when, deep-blushing, appears]

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III.

[Me, from my infant years, the inspiring Muse]

[O, Friendship! balm of Sorrow's wound!]

[But, oh! that, Hervey! to thy classic ear]

[Genius, or Muse, whate'er thou art! whose thrill]

[Accurs'd remembrance of intestine rage!]

[Thee, beauteous tint! our eyes with rapture view]

THE EPITHALAMIUM.

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Me verò primùm dulces ante omnia Musæ,
Quarum sacra fero ingenti perculsus amore,
Accipiant. ------
Virgil.