The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1828-01-10

Poet
They know tis with impunity they do it.
But once Uhough oft their bile exceeds their
witt
The unlucky birds unluckily ALT,
.Mstaking young lions vigorous mane
For some poor helpless lambkin's woody chain
And ever since are careful who they fly on,
And mark between Barlow and Byron.
Yes, better far that wo should be content
With the substantial blessings Heaven hath
sent,
For now we hail the Years auspicious birth,
The freest happiest nation Oh the Garth.
Let Poesy's far visions drive away,
Tho sad distresses Of so,ne Tyrant's sway
Let her the dreaming slave moment cheer,
We have no need Of her illusions hero.
Our real state the imagined bliss transcends
Of that Utopia where her fight she bonds
Abundance laughs DER the well cultured soil
Who're the nerved arms Of vigorous freemen
toll,
And Enterprize and Art come hand in hand
With Liberty to grace her favourite land.
What though No native Bard each deed record
Yet deathless laurcls wreathe Columbia's =
sword
Match me proud East in the heroic deed,
Which to record 10 Poesy's proudest need
Our Heroes only can deserve thoir line.
Look ut your Comet, and our peerless Sun,
Your Grand Napoleon, and our Washington
And where Philosophys high paths unfold,
Rank OF our new Worlds Sages with the old?
Or was our Franklin but classic Ounce,
Aud were those Stars, which kft tire world at
once,
Or only Meteors Of doubtful ray,
Which showed like stars because we lacked
the day!
Dear Follow Freemen, thus my art I've tried
TO lay plaster to your wounded pride,
For that ys cannot from your many presses
Find one among your thousands of addresses,
Which would not make the MUSES. and thu
Craces
Erect thoir noses aud avert thoir faces.
Yet we can praise ourselves enough Heaven
knows
Without Poetic fiction in plain prose,
Or palmer rhymes, such as these sheets adorn
Which, thank the Fates, will die where they
But, though their lucky doom is early death,
They bless our Patrons with their dying
breath;
Pray, that if married, double blessings may
Crown the return Of every New Years day
Pray, that the single row next year may stand
Among the goodly Fathers Of the land
Pray that this treat Of fattsrys blandest honey
May for the Printers Boy draw forth your
money;
That sound Of clinking pence his ear may
tinglo,
Response delightful to his rhyming jingle.
But chief he prays, that public peace abound
Though loudly now tho waves OF fnction sound
And eycr calm amid the clamorous roar
Our ToPAs guido the land for five years
moro.
But while we hail the morning Of the year,
With mutual wishes and with goodly cheer,
While happy loves hymeneal garlands twine
Beneath the shade of the domestic vine,
What thrilling news our gladdened ears have
caught,
SO mighty that miracle seems wrought
Hark, how the very waves in rapture roar,
Bearing yon happy vessel to our shore -
She seems to bound triumphant o'sr tho sea
To tell in Freedoms cline, that GREEcR i.
FREE
Just whom the wretched Country seemed to b.
In the last throos Of life's extremity,
(Though Cochrane still held on his high ca
reer
And hoped, because his spirit could not .fear)
When Her bright Heavers but lit the Slaugh
-. teror's way,
To stab the shrieking infant Of day
When Her dear Heroes dying on the plain,
Wopt that they could not die for Her again,
And Martyr blood had stained with sanguint
hues
Her sacred rivers, precious to the Muse
When Her heights echoed to the claships
spear,
And the fell shout that told her foe was near
Vhou lbrahi,D Pacha came and grove ant
field,
Did to his spreading fires their beauty yield
When fought the invader, as BLOODHOUND
Hunting The Christians o'er Messenia'
heights -
Even then, Just as it drove full at her heart,
God turned away from Greece the Turkisl
Trsmb.e, thou Pasha, though thy crimes a
bound,
The naughty Crescent now must kiss th
gfound -
ExoIt i mid the Stars, yet must il fall
Another Lucifer nor rise at all
This is the fated hour its light descends,
A double destiny this day attends,
The Guardian power of Greece the One
halls,
This day the Star Of sslamis prevaiLr
Nearest thou the roar from Navarino's Bay,
Where late thy boastod Navy dreadful lay;
The Rrs ships bursting with tremendous crasf
Far DER tbe Sea their blazing fragments dasl
Like demons fight The Turks against shsi
40 thicker is their ships the slaughter grow,
Oh, hateful 10 each Moslsms dying oys
TO see ths dawn Of GrssisH Liberty,