. The echo, with other poems. rtiseme7it met his view— Whats this? whats this ^Democracy! he cries,While joy transcendant sparkled in his eyes ; Can it be true, does Aquiline the great Our deeds in strains immortal celebrate ?* Such, such applause will nobler acts inspire, And heat our bosoms with a hotter he, exulting in the fame marks of transport on each feature ! how fleeting are our schemes of bliss !Hovv frail the tenure of our happiness !Mid mists of error still involvd we stray,And blindly grope along a slippry way :Too oft from specious good our sorro
. The echo, with other poems. rtiseme7it met his view— Whats this? whats this ^Democracy! he cries,While joy transcendant sparkled in his eyes ; Can it be true, does Aquiline the great Our deeds in strains immortal celebrate ?* Such, such applause will nobler acts inspire, And heat our bosoms with a hotter he, exulting in the fame marks of transport on each feature ! how fleeting are our schemes of bliss !Hovv frail the tenure of our happiness !Mid mists of error still involvd we stray,And blindly grope along a slippry way :Too oft from specious good our sorrows flow ;And joy mistaken leads to certain smiles the sun, the vernal breezes move,And waft a fragrance from the blossomd groveFair glows each scene arround—with pride elate,Mm spreads the sail and tempts the depths of halcyon seas his careless course hope allures him and while pleasure wooes ;Nor sees that, veiid beneath the fair deaths dark pinions soon the storm shall 205 -»:?»- Again he reads, but ah ! how changd the scene ! What sudden clouds, O C ! obscure thy mien ? What frowns terrific oer thy brow are hung !And,what has chaind the music of that tongue. Say hast thou been at turtle party eer,At City Feast of Alderman and Mayor ?If so—perchance some wight thou mayst have too intent on cramming down his food,Had let the unchewd morsel go astray,And choke the passage of the narrow way :Witnessd the opend mouth, the starting eye,The<;heek deep-tingd with crimsons darkest rigid limbs in strong convulsions thrown,The hideous quackle and the rattling groan. So C appeard—his eye-balls glowd with ire, Red grew his face like shins exposd to fire,He tries to speak but rage his voice words are lost in undistinguishd sounds :He stampd, he foamd, at length his speech found , damn the author, publisher I say !On the whole tribe may stores of curses hells hot flames consum
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