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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].

[VOL. 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]

TO THE LARK.

[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]

II.

VOL. 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]

PHILAUTIACCHA;

[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]

III.

VOL. III.

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

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

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

THE EPIC POEM

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

Thee, beauteous tint! our eyes with rapture view;
For ever common, yet for ever new!
With boundless joy pursue thy boundless shades,
And ever sicken as thy freshness fades.
Denied thy charms, how pines the drooping sprite,
(Like the fond maid forbade her lover's sight!)
What arts we try one transient glance to gain!
How wooe that transient glance with anxious pain!
Proud, and well-pleas'd with all our careful toil,
If but one window boast thy languid smile!