A

SKETCH

OF THE

ALPS

AT DAY-BREAK.

THE fun-beams ftreak the azure skies,

And line with light the mountain's brow :
With hounds and horns the hunters rise,

And chase the roebuck thro' the fnow.

From rock to rock, with giant-bound,

High on their iron poles they pafs;

Mute, left the air, convuls'd by found,

Rend from above a frozen mafs*.

There are paffes in the Alps, where the guides tell you to move on with speed, and fay nothing, left the agitation of the air fhould loosen the fnows above. GRAY, fect, v. let. 4.

The goats wind flow their wonted way,

Up craggy steeps and ridges rude;

Mark'd by the wild wolf for his prey,

From defert cave or hanging wood.

And while the torrent thunders loud, And as the echoing cliffs reply,

The huts peep o'er the morning-cloud,

Perch'd, like an eagle's neft, on high.

A

FAREWELL.

NCE more, enchanting girl, adieu!

I must be gone, while yet I may.

A figh fo fhort, and yet fo fweet ?

O fay--but no, it muft not be.,
Adieu, enchanting girl, adieu!

-Yet ftill, methinks, you frown on me;

Or never could I fly from you.

TO THE

G NA T.

WHEN by the greenwood fide, at fummer eve,

Poetic vifions charm my closing eye;

And fairy-fcenes, that Fancy loves to weave,

Shift to wild notes of sweetest Minstrelfy;

'Tis thine to range in bufy queft of prey,

Thy feathery antlers quivering with delight, lids the hues of heav'n away,

Brush from my

And all is Solitude, and all is Night!

-Ah now thy barbed shaft, relentless fly,

Unfheaths its terrors in the fultry air!