t these trifles to the press with the anxiety necessarily
resulting from a desire that they may not be deemed altogether
worthless. Though the natural partiality of the writer may be somewhat
strengthened by the commendations of friends and parents, I am well
aware that no apology can give currency to imperfection.

I have not vainly attempted to ascend to the steeps of Parnassus. If,
wandering at its foot, I have mistaken perishable shrubs for never-dying
flowers, the errors of a youthful mind, first viewing the fascinating
regions of fancy, will not be rigidly condemned; for wherever there
is true taste, there will be genuine candour.

CONTENTS.

To ----, with Arthur and Albina
Arthur and Albina
The Fraternal Duel
Lines in a Letter to A.R.C.
The Lonely Walk
The Outlaw
Invitation
Whitsun-Monday
Philemon
On a Fan
To Simplicity
The Terrors of Guilt
Cen'lin, Prince of Mercia
Rhapsody
Human Pleasure or Pain
The Complaint of Fancy
On the Eve of Departure from O----
To M.I.
Translation from Metastasio
---------- from Della Casa
Editha
To M.I.
Written in Zimmerman's Solitude
To the Memory of Mr. Agostino Isola
To the Nuns of Bodney
Written in London
Fragment
Fragment
Written April 18, 1796.

To ---- WITH ARTHUR and ALBINA.

1794.

Ah! if your eye should e'er these lines survey,
Dismiss from thence its penetrating ray:
Let Criticism then her distance keep,
And dreaded Justice then be lull'd to sleep;
For, let whatever sentence be their due,
I feel I cannot censure bear from you.

* * * * *

_A British Maid awaits the arrival of her lover from the battle, on a
hill, where, at its commencement, she had retired to make vows to heaven
for his success.--Evening_.

* * * * *

ARTHUR and ALBINA.

Ah me! the yellow western sky turns pale,
And leaves the cheerless sons of earth to mourn;
And yet I hear net in the silent vale,
A sound to tell me Arthur does return.

Ah, haste ye hours! quick plume the loit'ring wing!
Bring back my hero, crown'd with glorious spoils!
Let bards on lofty harps his triumphs sing,
And loud applause repay successful toils!

Reward the flame, ye great celestial pow'rs,
The noble flame that in his bosom glows!
Inspire him, Druids, from your holy bow'rs,
With strength to conquer iron-breasted foes![1]

With heighten'