... 'Ott2tp. -I SONNET, (Written by Mr. Aoicoe in the blanh leafof the copy of his Lyfe of Leo X. presented by himz to Mr. Coke.) To T. W. CORE. zSQ. M. P., HOLKCHA, AS A DsAnK OP THE SiNcE E ALESPECT AND. ATACHIENT OF THE AUTHOR Tho' cloth'd in varnish'd vest and trick'd with gold, To Holkham's splendid halls thou take thy way, Think not, my book, that this thy proud display Will ought avail ...

... - -7- .~1 .. .. SONNET.-TO SIR WILLIAM WALACEIM. Fromn the RainW I, No. Ro R. Irdand, Bdlfm. 182L .lhwu noblest warriorim; thy count~'s Canse! Thou murder'd rhartyr to a tyrant's laws! Thou glorious meteor of a northirn day ! Bright was the bleatc s though transient was its ray; Though soon obscuted by clouds of darkest hue, Yet glittering stil t metr dys ardent viewo Where is the clime but ...

... -: lE T , THL TORIES. Who now, is the sixth year of peace, ,om taxes grant us no release, While poverty and debts increase ? Tre The Tories. Who Session after Session told Usthat the Bank would pay in gold, Yet not a sous could we behold ? The Tories. Who when NAPOLEON'S arms were beat In burning Moscow's famn'd retreat, Claim'd all the merit of defeat? The Tories. AyVho, spite of solemn ...

... origtinaL ON TUE RECENT INVASION OF ITALY, AND ON HEARING THAT THE EMPEROR ALEXANDER MEDITATED THE INVASION OF SPAIN. Oh! may H~eaven's lightning from on high Annihilate this band Of ruffians, who 'gainst liberty Now raise the ruthless hand, And may that sceptred tyrant be From his proud station hurl'd, Who, impious, issues a decree To desolate the world. Or, if Almighty vengeance sleep, Ohl! ...

... ' krtw ction TO GREECE. Oh, Freedom ! how grand would thy triumph be now, After ages of sorrow and gloom, Should the laurel of Greece be replaced on thy brow, Renewed in its brightness and bloom. I How glorious thy worship again would arise, O'er the thoughts and the spirits of men, Did thy altar blaze forth beneath Athens' clear skies, And Sparta adore.thee again. Then lose not the moment, ve ...

... terttono. ?? the Cork Mfercantil4 Chronicle.) Oh, fer that Mitistrci':s soul offtire, * lsa~i brcath'd, and Spaqrtae's erarm 'sh g; Oh', for son sattew a er ofthe ure, - A- ain 4o -reake that kindling song! lParZaE POEM. : .; J. J.- C. Cfork. Aibrcl4 ijo,~ 'h2. ' ' It:moves atlengtb, the gtathertstor&s i .Thees onward in its dark career, W'ih demon purposei-to dMform, E ; I Young. Freedom's ...

... *tlectiolto. Translationlfro teFetch, bishedin the Edinburgh Magazine, August, 1821. Noble spirit, bast thou fled ? Is thy glorious journey sped, Thy days of brightness numbered, Soul of dread sublimity ? Hast thou burst thy prison bands, Twin'd round thee by coward hands? Hast thou fled to other lands, Where thou mnust-thou wilt be free ? Tyrants! cowards! mark the day, Even now 'tis on the ...

... G-Iu etiO 1wGLE~~i?. . , My~lieekwaapale~ithlovc: myeyou'as-ve. senin ?? monmeot whicbeheld us pa.t c I a4;&of theesaingle 1 ofjet, I As.tho h.that lock ould binad my breaking he1C s An. thou dist gather &ons thatbreast of snow r1O I~g r tha had atept unbidden there, . t Aml iewa fed, sinceik trspassed.so, With me Loves louely banithment4o share. . Fedupfs I ne'r umay see thee miore, secet, ...

... :teiastal4. TO WOMAN. Oh, lovely woenai !. ifthanks toiea'et arc due For any gft, 'ti Ior thee gift of M'u The greatest, purest bliss mapkucw below, From your divine society dgtih ow * Your chastening converse checks his ?? thotight, Whilst the best wish with which his mind is flaught, ie chetishes for you. If harrasr'd by the world's distracting care; E If fierce aaxiety his bosom tear;0 ...

... I 4J0ontri LINES .- WMItttEX 0 REARERG THAT THE AuTtlAXs HSAD I ETEREED NAIPLES. r BY ANACREON MOORE; t Catrone notadt! Ale--de.wn to the dust with them, slaves as they are- Piom this hour, 1et the blood in their dastardly veins, ?? shrunk at the first touch of liberty's war, Be suck'd out by tyrants, or stagnate in chains 01. on. like a cloud. thro' their beautiful vales, Ye locusts.of ...

... I , 11 -, tt6n+ 'LINES WRrTTEX N1 A C1EEtER: U; RHN7 AW.STREEgX, LIVERPOOL,. (From ?? Januari, i82l.) Stranger ! in thy pride of soul, Can'st thou strive with Natere's doom:? Or the stream of Time-controul, Onward sweeping to the tomb? Do the drealns of lengthen ed years, On thy sinking spirit 4ie, Mocking ali.thy hopes and fears, Chl d of friil mortality ? Pause thee, theib and inark the ...

... Voctrp. ON TIM DEATH GF' NAPOLEON BONAPARTE. Napoleon is no mhore; he at whose beck 'lie Natimos quniled; who, toward Ambition's goal, Rode on the wings of Conquest, nor could check, To half a universe, his dread control, But sought, with naked sword, to rule thc whole He from whom empires no protection-found,' Save in the icy ramparts of the Pole; A world barl been for him too small a bound, ...