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Now struggling in the roaring main-
ADAPTED TO A FAVOURITE MILITARY AIR.
Hark, hark! the drums afar,
And the loud clarion's angry sound, Announce th' approaching war;
The steeds in thunder bound :
And rocks the ground.
" To kill or wound.”
And what, though battle's doom
Suppress the youthful warrior's breath! Could Sloth avoid the tomb !
Can Flight escape from Death!
No scutcheon wave !
ON THE DEATH OF
MR. JAMES VALENTINE.*
YE clouds that in tempestuous grandeur driven,
Yet, why for him attune funereal lays,
* The Author's cousin german and intimate friend; a person of great modesty and worth; who, after serving five or six years as a midshipman in the British navy, and signalizing his valour in many battles, lost his life in a storm in 1785, in the twentythird year of his age. To account for one passage in the poem, it is necessary to add, that his body was thrown on the land, and there buried.
Fare age, non terrore animum torquebere. cun jam lindarum accumulant montana cacumina venti, Cum rutilo immicuit fulgur splendore vibratum, 14 fremit horridior tonitru reboante procella : 1defuirt certe tibi mens formidine, certe 'I ati tiiseti tandem sortem plorabis amantis, (tol memor in mentem revocareris omnia nostra 474 vots, omnemque ubi non felicis amorem.
74mdi mens fallax juvenem dep Aytm extremag
SET BY MR. Jacksox. Far from the arms oé bez I love, By fate too cruel doom'd to sigh, To desert climes forlons I rove: How lighter far the task, to se! When from my soul's soft treasure torn, Will Delia think on CE's see? In fancy bear the exile month, In fancy see his SOITOES Sas?
Say, will not fezs a pang iropiet,
aint the swain