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    Gather your friends, classmates, and anyone else looking for competitive fun for your opportunity to qualify for two tournaments at Nintendo Live 2023 in Seattle this September!
    The action kicks off at home with the Mario Kart™ 8 Deluxe Championship 2023 Qualifier and the Splatoon™ 3 Championship 2023 Qualifier tournaments, where you or your team can earn an opportunity to travel to Seattle and compete at Nintendo Live 2023.
    Then, in September, top players will step onto the big stage and into the spotlight in the Mario Kart 8 Deluxe Championship 2023 and the Splatoon 3 Championship tournaments at Nintendo Live 2023 in Seattle!
     
    Date: May 27
    Time: 2PM – 6PM PT
    To enter, you must participate in the Tournament in the Mario Kart 8 Deluxe game during the Tournament Period. To access the Tournament, select the following, in order, within the Mario Kart 8 Deluxe game: Online Play*, Tournaments, Search by Code. Enter the following code to enter the in-game tournament.
    Tournament ID: 1197-1366-3531
    The top four players will receive a trip to Nintendo Live 2023 in Seattle, a spot to compete in the Mario Kart 8 Deluxe Championship 2023 tournament, and a package of other great prizes including a trophy, a jacket, My Nintendo Gold Points and more!
    Event #1: June 3 & June 4
    Ladder Round will be held from 12:00 PM PT to 3:00 PM PT on June 3, 2023.
    Bracket Round and Top 4 will be held from 12:00 PM PT to approximately 6PM PT on June 4, 2023.
    Event #2: June 10 & June 11
    Ladder Round will be held from 12:00 PM PT to 3:00 PM PT on June 3, 2023.
    Bracket Round and Top 4 will be held from 12:00 PM PT to approximately 6PM PT on June 4, 2023.
    The top two teams from each event will receive a trip to Nintendo Live 2023 in Seattle, a spot to compete in the Splatoon 3 Championship 2023 tournament, and a package of other great prizes including a trophy, a jacket, My Nintendo Gold Points and more!
    To register, head over to Battlefy.com/Splatoon3. Registration opens on May 8, at 9AM PT.
     
     
    https://www.nintendo.com/whatsnew/nintendo-live-2023-championship-qualifiers/
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    Masterclass 2020

    By richardmurray,

    The essence of day 1 was making a game that was a non zero sum base. I placed in the audiobook my audio thoughts. If you want a complete reference, the ebook has the audio as well as the transcript and the game. The Game link below is where you can see my gaming example. In a non zero-sum game, winning or losing is not the goal. In the game I made, the goal is to keep playing it, thus you do not want it to end, you are in control of both sides, like when one plays chess by themselves but unlike the chess scenario the goal is to never have either side win, it is to keep going. In my head, I had an idea of jason and the argonauts, if you know that film from ray harryhausen.
    Question, what problem does the game have? I will not tell
    Oh, penultimately, what is the game imaged on the cover of the audiobook/ebook or this blog?
    And lastly, I love to quiz, where does Houyhnhnm come from?
    Audiobook : https://www.kobo.com/us/en/audiobook/gameclass-audio-i
    EBook : https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/gameclass-i
    Game: https://houyhnhnm.github.io/Gameclass/game1.html
     
    Introduction , Day 1 (Above)
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    Metal Gear Art

    By richardmurray,


    Game Art
    Metal Gear 
    Art Gallery: Metal Gear Art Feature by Ry-Spirit on DeviantArt
     

    Title: I am like you I have no name
    Artist: marcwashere
    URL: I am like you. I have no name. by MarcWasHere on DeviantArt
     
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    MLK jr : FREE AT LAST SPEECH

    By richardmurray,


    old literature entry
    Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.
    But 100 years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later the Negro is still languished in the corners of American society and finds himself in exile in his own land. And so we've come here today to dramatize a shameful condition. In a sense we've come to our nation's capital to cash a check.
     
    When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men — yes, Black men as well as white men — would be guaranteed the unalienable rights of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.
    It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked insufficient funds.
    But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt.
    We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. And so we've come to cash this check, a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice.
    We have also come to his hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism.
     
    Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quick sands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God's children.
    It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. 1963 is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual.
    There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.
    But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place, we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.
     
    We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again, we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force. The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny.
    And they have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone. And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead. We cannot turn back.
    There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, when will you be satisfied? We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities.
    We cannot be satisfied as long as the Negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their selfhood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating: for whites only.
    We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote.
    No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters, and righteousness like a mighty stream.
     
    I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive. Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our Northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed.
    Let us not wallow in the valley of despair, I say to you today, my friends.
    So even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream. I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal.
     
    I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.
    I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.
    I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character. I have a dream today.
    I have a dream that one day down in Alabama with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification, one day right down in Alabama little Black boys and Black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers. I have a dream today.
    I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.
     
    This is our hope. This is the faith that I go back to the South with. With this faith, we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.
    This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with new meaning: My country, 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrims' pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring.
    And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true. And so let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania. Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado. Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California. But not only that, let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia. Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee. Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.
    And when this happens, and when we allow freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, Black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual: Free at last. Free at last. Thank God almighty, we are free at last.
     
    REFERRAL
    https://www.npr.org/2010/01/18/122701268/i-have-a-dream-speech-in-its-entirety
     
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    Click Anza to start the game, Maliza to end it.
    Listen to the music of Scott Joplin, the Ragtime dance, while you wait for the beats.
    A Red beat is a date so great it is valued twice.
    A green is a date that went well.
    A pink is a date that is going poorly.
    Click the red or green, don't click the pink, if you click anywhere inside the heart or outside the heart the game is over.
    Do you have the patience to wait for love? Is love always at the end of the journey?
    Play MoyoSaa! and find out

     
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    MSinChe - the 365 game a day project

    By richardmurray,


    MSinChe-365 game a day
    Hello to the late readers,
    Yes mind reading... In the year 2020, I said to myself, I will make a video game. It is not a hard task in all earnest. It is also not an easy task. The greatest challenge is... fun. Yes, the greatest challenge in making a video game is fun. When I was in college I made games few , excluding me, could master or have fun playing. I took the Will Wright masterclass on Video Game design. The best idea I garnered from it was the 365 game a day challenge. I thought to myself cool. But, I hit the snag I had in college.
    What is that snag you say?!
    I started on intricate, complicated games, absent an idea of fun. Who will have fun with the games I had begun developing. Then, 24 hours before this post was created, I realized I was making the same error, as in the past. So, I rebooted my structure.
    What if I went for simplicity. 365 simple games to test the waters, what people like. This will allow the BlackGamesElite group to engage better. At least I hope so:)
    ... Without further rambling, I introduce the MSinChe project. 365 games in 365 days. The goal of the project is to
    Engage the BlackGamesElite members on creating games ourselves Find out what games we actually like to design as a group or individually Create a code base for the future for the group to use Have fun!  
    I will add a forum entry for the MSinChe project , but this post will hold the simple list of games per day. I hope all the members have fun and those not members, I hope are inspired to create.
     
    1.  KumRan playable link  Comment link
    2. NyoKuun Playable link   Comment link
    3. HazMin Playable Link
    4. MoyoSaa Playable Link
    5. VuaKal Playable Link
    6. ?
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    These are the members I have guided into this website, an eternal pledge drive
     
    https://aalbc.com/tc/profile/9365-sabine-ziya/ https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCRUL_JY2-Oj3tVRtnPUugvg
    https://aalbc.com/tc/profile/9251-maame-dede/ https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=53502809&ref=br_rs
    https://aalbc.com/tc/profile/9366-rosa/ http://melaninmoney.tumblr.com/
    https://aalbc.com/tc/profile/9384-uniquelymade7/ https://www.facebook.com/uniquesolidfoundation
    https://aalbc.com/tc/profile/9407-angel-alita/ https://www.facebook.com/AngelAlita77
     
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    Silent Hill Transmission Live Reaction With YongYea

     
    I want to say it bothers me that in these shows, they make people wait an hour and a half hour... is this business? Not my gaming company. if own a firm and I say we have a release, it will be given at a specific time, none of this welfare line business. it started ast 31:46 
    33:16 what the hell is that
    these horror games
    33:38 one man alone, among all these freaks
    34:34 that pyramid head guy thing right?
    35:13 this game, information transmission has a facilitator:) 
    35:29 Ito the video commentator, asian elvis presley:) 
    37:50 the silent hill audio designer will work on this remake. Yamaoka. 
    39:06 Bloober team is a swedish game development team
    39:19 bloober team members made statements
    40:02 i agree with the youtube video presenter, the goal of bloober to make a game remake that has the same influence as the original. 
    41:30 Konami receives proposals every year for silent hill, i wonder how many failed proposals sould like good games.
    42:12 sony playstation silent hill 2 exclusive
    It will be exclusive to playstation 5.
    43:36 another trailer. 
    annapurna interactive designed
    a no code game
    Silent Hill Townfall
    45:03 jon mckellen, the creative director of townfall
    just a teaser trailer, it had quick images
    46:14
    townfall started with the fandom toward annapurna as a design team
    47:04
    Rui Naito head of cross media development for silent hill
    the film adaption
    48:21 movie excerpt
    Return to Silent Hill
    the director of the first  christophe gans is coming back
    victor hadida is the producer
    50:39 I saw Sean Bean from the first film, he played the husband, it will be cool if sean bean comes back
    you see clips of the original film/development artwork from the second film
    end at 55:01
    55:35 it is preproduction
    55:58  merchandise is being sold
    59:03 end  of merchandise
    59:14 a new experience
    1:00:15 silent hill ascension 
    from genvid +bad robot+others
    live 2023 - face your trauma together
    1:000:55
    real time, live series, as fans watch story, people can change outcomes or be part of scenes
    Shape silent hill cannon.
    I agree with the youtuber, a communal silent hill dungeons and dragons
    JJ Abrams directed this
    I see now, an interactive movie, with streaming it works
    A Choose your path film, that works through streaming
    they say changes become cannon and that is it so no backwards
    ascension.com
    1:04:38 end explaining this game
    1:04:50 it ends with the final new vision of silent hilll
    The youtuber said a japan centric silent hill
    I concur, it is clearly nippon
    1:06:01 a woman being absorbed by the red tendril things from the wall
    1:06:18 she is on a river of bodies that sprout plants and she is sprouting plants
    1:06:40 her face fell off
    1:06:58 silent hill f
    ryukishi07 made the story - maker of Higurashi When They Cry, Umineko When They Cry
    kera creatures and characters
    neobards developed
    1:08:13 end of it
    I concur to the youtuber, the last game silent hill f, looks nice
    I think silent hill f may have a greater effect than the silent hill 2 remake




     
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    Leah Cutter has this idea for a  island map where you use the coordinates for the genre you write in and make these islands
    So I first had to list my work, I chose only the work I have published on Kobo, I didn't choose everything I have ever written or had accepted in this that or the other. While that would be fair, to be honest, my mindset is, if I incorporate those things that I may have to add another axis and I didn't want this to be muddled too much. If you ever tried to graph a function having five variables by hand you comprehend me, in the visual imbalance to that. 
    As it is, I first listed each work I have in Kobo or I am working on this year, and labeled them next to it
    Gospel of Joseph- Religious fiction
    Kings of London Epic Poem CFC 2012-2013 sport Poetry/sport Comic/Sport Assessment
    Kings of London Epic Poem CFC 2013-2014 sport Poetry/ sport Comic/Sport Assessment
    Kings of London Epic Poem CFC 2014-2015 sport Poetry/sport Comic/Sport Assessment
    Looking West and West - Story Collection - Fantasy
    Lucky 13 - unfinished science fiction 
    Richard Murray Thoughts Round 1 to 8 and ongoing /Sport Assessment/sport Poetry
    Sunset Children Stories Fable Collection/ Story Collection
    The Janidogo Fantasy Script
    The Nyotenda Science Fiction Script 
    The Visasiki Story Collection FREE intro
    Richard Murray Poetry Collection- Fantasy poetry/Social critique poetry
    Richard Murray public paths- Fantasy/Science Fiction 
    For me, what I see is quite a bit of poetry and story collections
    If I use two axis- one for poetry the other for prose, the poetry can go from sport to fantasy(red)
    the prose from sport assessment to fantasy either have social critique or religious fiction in the center (green)
    I came up with the grid in the following ...Before I created it I knew it would not be good enough, the graphical scheme needed a change for me. I added Roman numeral index to the list and applied the numerals into the graph but I then went at it again
    I Gospel of Joseph- Religious fiction
    II Kings of London Epic Poem CFC 2012-2013 sport Poetry/sport Comic/Sport Assessment
    III Kings of London Epic Poem CFC 2013-2014 sport Poetry/ sport Comic/Sport Assessment
    IV Kings of London Epic Poem CFC 2014-2015 sport Poetry/sport Comic/Sport Assessment
    V Looking West and West - Story Collection - Fantasy/adult riddles 
    VI Lucky 13 - unfinished science fiction 
    VII Richard Murray Thoughts Round 1 to 8 and ongoing /Sport Assessment/sport Poetry
    IIX Sunset Children Stories Fable Collection/ Story Collection
    IX The Janidogo Fantasy Script
    X The Nyotenda Science Fiction Script 
    XI The Visasiki Story Collection
    XII Richard Murray Poetry Collection- Fantasy poetry/Social critique poetry
    XIIV Richard Murray public paths- Fantasy/Science Fiction 

    So I was more rigid, placing an alphanumeric next to each representing a book next to each book that applied going down the line adding in
    Fiction- Religious 1
    Poetry-Sport 2347
    Prose- Sport 2347
    Comic- Sport 234
    Fantasy- short story 58B      
    Adult-riddles 5
    Science Fiction- unfinished 6
    Fable 8
    Fantasy -script 9
    Science fiction - script A
    Fantasy poetry C
    social critique poetry C
    Fantasy fiction D
    science fiction D 
    Then I remade the categories to focus on genre, I excluded audio which is unfair since i added the comics. But, the audio is akin to the text.
    Religious fiction 1
    Sport poetry 2347
    Sport prose 2347
    sport comic 234
    Fantasy - short story 58B
    Adult- riddles 5
    Science fiction unfinished 6
    Fable 8
    Fantasy - script 9
    Science fiction- script A
    Fantasy poetry C
    Social critique poetry C
    Fantasy Fiction D
    Science Fiction D
    Then the true boundaries came to light. 
    I have fiction: religious/Fantasy-short story/fable/fantasy script/science fiction script/fantasy/science fiction
    Sport: poetry/prose/comic
    Adult: riddles
    poetry: fantasy/social critique 
    if I combine riddles into poetry, which is not literally true, a riddle need not be a poem but the adult riddles in looking west and west are poetic, i should know:), then I have three shapes
    Fiction is a septagon
    Sport is a trigon
    and the poetry is a trigon 
    but then i realized the shapes don't merge functionally , fiction needs to be an  nonagon, to include sport and nonfiction; sport must be a quadgon to include nonsport, and poetry must be a quadgon to include nonpoetry, and I index them
    fiction(green): I religious/ II Fantasy-short story/ III fable/ IV fantasy script/ V science fiction script/ VI fantasy/ VII science fiction/ IIX sport/ IX nonfiction (yellow)
    Sport(red): I poetry/ II prose/ III comic/ IV nonsport (blue)
    Poetry(black): I fantasy/ II social critique/ III adult riddle/ IV nonpoetry (brown)
    So the following is the second attempt, I made the shapes and then placing the alphanumeric described above. 
    For example, the gospel of joseph is religious fiction. So I placed digit one under the appropriate green line, using purple. For some books where I do multiple I made purple lines connecting, thus making islands, if you will on top of each other in the air that are see through except for the border. 
    But this proves how some work I do have multifaceted and some does not. 

    The first thing is obvious I learn about my writing, a lot of poetry. More than I even considered, spanning various genres, which makes my first poetry book this year, common sense. 
    But it also shows how much of my poetry is dominated through sport and not beyond into the fantastic thus the poetry book this year will be about the fantastic. 
    I also have not settled on a favorite fiction genre I like to write in. well, as it is , can you make your own graph and share with all what you have learned about your writing
    I was inspired by this post
    https://kobowritinglife.com/2017/03/09/writing-all-over-the-map-leah-cutters-island-sampler/

     
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    Nintendo Direct 9-13-2022

    By richardmurray,


    game news from somewhere
    THE BIG BUDGET GAMES
     
    Fire Emblem Engage
    If you are a fan of the fire emblem series, this is a buy. 
    It will be out 1-20-2023
    A divine edition with collectible items will be with it. Fire Emblem is a franchise game so what that means is, fans will be favored and non fans for whatever reason, take it or leave it.
     
    It Takes Two - electronic arts usa, 2 players required
    Help two parents return to normal, can be played in handheld mode exclusively, I think. They say you can play it in the complete switch. 
    November 4th 
    Interesting game, a natural two player.  I am interested. Can pre-order if you are seeing this post.
     
    Fatal Frame: Mask of the lunar eclipse - Koei Tecmo games
    Creepy game, scary game, for you frighteners:)  Seem to be a maid outfit:) 
    she mysteriously vanished as a child and is now in an abandoned hospital , a camera is used to recover memories. 
    This game never came out in the USA but those in japan know it. Nintendo does a number of these sorts of games, new to the world outside japan.
     
    Xenoblade Chronicles 3 second wave
    look like mechas.  Ino is a new hero made for this advance in character or item content or quality for xenoblade 3.
    She will allow new strategies and types, after you complete her quest.
    A third wave is coming
    October 13th 
     
    Indie or smaller budget games- my preferred zone
     
    Spongebob squarepants: the cosmic shake by THQ Nordic
    I am not a fan of the cartoon so...
    3-d platformer. Looks fun though if you are into the series. Voiced by the original actors from the show
    launching next year, no exact time given
     
    Fitness boxing fist of the north star from Imagineer
    Wow! the original screenshot I was thinking. Oh wow! first of the north star, but this is  a fitness game:)  I remember a relative had the first fist of the north star video game on his nintendo. It was interesting. 
    You can take on bosses, they look like the characters from the anime. But it is for fitness, you need to move and work out as you play.
    March 2023
     
    Oddballers from UBisoft
    Many minigames, six players can play simultaneously, can specify your playing character. Meant to be fun. These games are best if you have a bunch of people you know play the switch, can get online with it, and then you can organize play times.
    Launches Early next year
     
    Tunic by Finji
    A puzzle adventure game. A fox washed up on a shore, needs to complete a manual and to do that you have to go through the island. Looks pretty.
    September 27th preorders are available now
     
    Front Mission 1: Remake + Front Mission 2: remake both by Forever entertainment
    Front mission is a strategy game, turn base, you ride a mecha, they call wanzers, that you can advance. Front Mission 2 was not released outside japan. I love strategy games so I may get this. IT all depends on how busy I am. 
    Front mission 1 in November 2022 Front Mission 2 in 2023 Front Mission 3 is coming after Front Mission 2
     
    Story of Seasons: a wonderful life from Xseed games
    Originally it came out 20 years ago. This is a daily life routine game. Care for animals, raise up a farm, like Stardew Valley, but better colorizations or scope. You can have a child and raise it and characters will grow old. 
    Summer 2023
     
    Splatoon Injection
     
    First post launch splatfest for splatoon 3.
    09/23 friday 5pm Pacific time to 09/25 sun 5pm Pacific time
    Theme: what would you bring to a deserted island? 
    Gear  Grub Fun Splatoon was injected here. This is a larger project that the smaller games, but Splatoon was started as an experimental. Like PRofessor Layton, it was contingent on success so it was an inhouse indie project so to speak. 
    Enjoy splatters:) 
    They end with more updates for splatoon 3
     
    Medium budget game
     
    Octopath Traveler 2 from Square enix
    This adds 8 new travelers.
    Hikari the warrior
    Agnea the dancer- I am a dancer and a singer, for those who remember coming 2 america
    Partitio the merchant- who sounds like he doesn't know whether he wants to be from the midwest or the deep south and sports a cowboy hat of course:) while his name is:) partitio
    Osvald the scholar
    Throne the thief
    Temenos the cleric
    Ochette the hunter
    Castti the apothecary 
    Players path differs between day and night. This is a game meant to give users truly different stories to be a part of, like a choose your path but meets super nes graphics
    Launches 2 24 2023
     
    Fae Farm from Phoenix Labs
    A lifestyle game. Farm simulator. Magical spells to grow crops. Face off against mischievous foes. 
    Can play up to 4 players online or local player. Can customize home. Seasons change that will be important.
    Spring 2023 
     
    Theatrhythm Final bar line from Square Enix
    For the 35th anniversary. I have the original. For fans of the series, this is for you
    385 songs in total, can play each stage, music divided by game.
    Two players can compete locally, 4 players online multibattle
    February 16th 2023- can preorder now
    after games launch downloaded able content songs from various series in the square enix  library
     
    Mario + Rabbids sparks of hope from Ubisoft
    I never got into this. but you can freely roam into worlds. Find coins, unlock paths. help locals with task. 
    A gold edition can be ordered that gives you the game with weapons skins and a season pass
    October 20th 2022
     
    Rune factory 3 Special from XSeed games
    You can now fish, farm, relax in the town in and around doing quest. Can transform into a "Monster"
    Locales will change how they react to you based on your look and they have improved the features to be with your game spouse:)... I play a game that has that and I can't bring myself to go down that tunnel
    Out in 2023
    A new rune factory series will launch in the future. This is a series though which has many fans who have every game so for newbies like me, you can get in now if you want. 
     
    Nintendo 64 games on Nintendo online
     
    Pilotwings 64
    MArioparty
    Marioparty 2 
    MArioparty 3
    Pokemon Stadium
    Pokemon stadium 2
    1080 snowboarding
    excitebike 64
    Goldeneye - i played that game:) when it was new
     
    Games out now or near out and medium to small budget to Indie
     
    Various Daylife from Square Enix
    An RPG. More common visual structure.
    Out the day of this post, so you can get it if you see this
     
    Factorio from WUbe Software ltd
    Management simulation game. This kind of game is what I mean by a game's scale is very tiny. It looks interesting, but your character is really small. At least by the images given.
    I love the concept though. More original than the usual. Crashed ship, you have to reconstruct it on an alien world. Like Pikmin meets Astroneer.
    Love the look of the construction lines. You have enemies you will need to construct. 
    OCtober 28th 2022
     
    Ib from playism 
    A young girl named Ib in an art gallery gets sucked into a scary surreal world through a painting, you have to get her back. A puzzle horror game with nice visual graphics so you can actually have puzzles. Puzzles can't be difficult to see, that is why horror games that try to look like a movie with puzzles can be too difficult. Like the concept. 
    spring 2023
     
    Big budget games
     
    Mario Strikers battle league from Nintendo
    Pauline , Diddy Kong joins in
    More gear and  a new stadium 
    2nd free update launches in september 2022
     
    Atelier Ryza 3 alchemist of the end and the secret key from Koei Tecmo games
    I don't know this series. I love how it is subtitled into english. One of the come here from japan games.
    Ryza is a female lead. An RPG, very graphic. If you are in the series you are in. 
    February 24th 2023 
     
    Mario kart 8 deluxe booster course pass Wave 3
    A sneak peak of the courses. Mario Kart fans rejoice.
    This holiday 2022 launches. If you have nintendo switch online + you don't need to pay
     
    Nintendo switch sport
    Golf will be added from Wii sports, 22 golf courses
    Free update this holiday 2022
    The guy in mr iwata's position asked for fans to wait a little longer
     
    Shigeru Miyamoto- if you don't know who that is , shame on you
    Super Mario Bros animated movie will be out next Spring with illumination 
    Suepr Nintendo world, will open in hollywood california 
     
    Pikmin! over 20 years for the first game. I love pikmin. I wrote this as I listened so if you read my words you know how I feel.
    Pikmin Bloom - Take it with you . Send out pikmin , on your phone, a phone game.You can keep a record of where you have been with pikmin. 
    PIKMIN!!!
    Pikmin 4!!! YES!!!
    2023  I can wait I can wait
    You can play from the pikmin perspective from the ground. Switch will make it more interesting. 
    Dandori- strategically deploying commanding the pikmin!!
    I can't play Pikmin on the phone but I am very happy. As an engineer I think Pikmin is one of the finest games ever made. Non engineers don't comprehend the challenge of pikmin. I have enjoyed Pikmin , Pikmin 2, Pikmin 3, Hey Pikmin, and will enjoy pikmin bloom if I can. Pikmin 4 is a keeper!
     
    Big Budget games
     
    Just dance 2023 edition from Ubisoft
    Karaoke games. Great for partying. for gatherings. Not really a game you buy for yourself, you buy that for the house. 
     
    Medium Budget Games
     
    Harvestella from square enix
    Life simulator RPG. very glitzy, pretty. Not for me, the combat is too glamoury.
    Demo will be later the day of this post. 
    November 4th 2022
     
    Bayonetta 3 
    Bayonetta recovered memories, confronted demons to save friend, now saves humanity from the humonguli
    Any one who wants to play a bad ass woman, who looks like a purposefully cosplayable character, enjoy
    October 28, can preoder now- a new trailer will launch on youtube.IT wasn't on nintendo's

     
    Master Detective archives Rimcode  from Spike Chunsoft 
    Yuma an amnesiac detective, and a spirit haunting him have to solve cases. This is like Yokai watch had a baby with Ace Attorney. 
    Spring 2023
     
    REsident Evil Village Cloud from Capcom
    OCtober 28th 2022- can try a demo if you see this. Winters expansion available December 2nd for third person character. Resident evil 2 and 3 will be available as cloud versions
     
    Sifu from Sloclap
    Brawler game, thrusting, tripping, parrying.
    Break opponent's stance and gain the upper hand. SIFU!!
    Fall in combat and you get older and weaker. 
    Get revenge before your time is up. 
    This reminds me of Sakurai samurai designed by the late Mr Iwata, a game I absolutely love, where you wield a sword but you have to do it wisely
    November 8th , can preoder today
     
    Crisis core final fantasy Vii reunion from square enix
    The events leading up to Final Fantasy 7
    Final fantasy fans rejoice, separath and cloud are with him. 
    December 13th 2022
     
    Radiant Silvergun from live wire inc
    A space shooter game. 
    September 13 2022, today . For space shooter collectors this looks nice, nothing new mechanically, but looks pretty
     
    Endless Dungeon from Sega
    Gauntlet but in space junkyards , procedurally generated levels. unlock weapons heroes. 
    2023
     
    Tales of Symphonia remastered from bandai namco entertainment america inc
    Remastered. I am not a fan but for fans, rejoice
    early 2023
     
    Quick news
     
    Life is strange arcadia bay collection from square enix
    september 27th 2022
     
    Romancing saga minstrel song remastered from square enix
    december 1st 2022 , pre order now
     
    Lego Bricktales from Thunderful 
    Was a few short video clips but looks fun
    Fall 2022
     
    Disney Speedstorm from Gameloft SE
    2022 
     
    Fall guys season 2 from epic games
    september 15th 2022
     
    LATe Big news
     
    Kirby's return to dreamland deluxe
    Mr Iwata's baby, Kirby fans rejoice for 30th anniversary of Kirby
    February 24th 2023 can preorder
     
    King LINK!!!
    One man alone. 
    When will they do a link between worlds 2
    The Legend of Zelda, Tears of the Kingdom 
    5-12-2023
     
    CONCLUSION
     
    Saw a lot of Square enix and in house Nintendo. Though I did enjoy some of the smaller development firms projects
     
    Of the games I saw , the following interest me in a sale. 
    Tunic- looks beautiful FaeFarm- this is the first game in a long time that looks like it mirrors for me one of the most fun games ever, and that is fantasy life. When I look at this game, it makes me think of fantasy life had a baby with animal crossing and stardew valley. The time changing and scope is very stardew valley-ish. The visualization, which is important in these games, is like animal crossing. You can see everything. some times in these games, its too tiny or too large. Or the scale is not right. But, you can actually battle in here and that is Fantasy life. I think fantasy life was underrated for how people could come in and play and help another person playing the game.  Factorio- this is an individual game, I wish it was a multiplayer, I swear this concept with a multiplayer facet could be huge. But I like it. It's not for everyone, it is niche. But I like astroneeer, I like pikmin so if you like those then you will like this, and I haven't even played it.  PIKMIN 4 Mandatory Sifu- the mechanics I like. I am tired of immortal fighter games. I want fighter games where the mechanics are more honest, not unfun, not real, but honests. Why can't I get older if I lose. I like the concept. Endless Dungeon- like gauntlet ,a loose maybe Lego Bricktales- looks fun, I love my build a world games  
     
     
    The following games I want to say why not.
    Oddballer- if i can get members of black games elite to do this game, I will be in, cause it looks fun:) and we can go as a team on others teams. but it is contingent on the group Front Missions- I love strategy but I will not deny, there is a particular strategy game that I like a lot and until that next edition is available on switch while I like certain strategy games a lot, I will pause. Story of Season- look at faefarm above  
     
    The main video:) 
     

  13. richardmurray

    Nintendo Independent Game Showcase review 11/09/2022

    By richardmurray,


    game news from somewhere
    MAIN SHOWCASE GAMES
     
    Venba
    Venba is a cooking game, with a story. It is about an indian family, on their journey of life. The game player has to make dishes and discover dishes throughout. It is a cultural game where indian music will be played.
    Out in spring 2023
     
    Goodbye World
    The title is funny if you have ever been taught programming from the desktop era, ala Hello World. 
    The characters are Kunai and Kumade <unsure spelling> This is a lifestyle game where the user plays one or either of the developers , whose games are not ranking in money. and they have to do side jobs.
    Out Later in November 2022
     
    Have A Nice Death
    A slasher platformer. High speed. You play death with a syth. Death is the head of Death incorporated in the underworl.d
    Out in MArch 22, 2023 can preorder starting at 11/09/2022
     
    Aka 
    French developers. A lifestyle game, like animal crossing meets gilligans island. You don't have the wide expanse of animal crossing but you have in this smaller space a bunch of individual activities.
    Hand drawn, great for photos. The goal is to be at peace. You have quest but this game has no violence, at least from the trailer. The main character is essentially a retired great warrior. 
    Out in December 15th 2022
     
    Pepper Grinder
    think sonic the hedgehog meets a game like slayin. where the main character is a human or humanoid but he takes this earth drill and drills through the earth and enemies. nice speed/color. Byte characters, but colorful worlds. I think great photos can be taken while you play. You can also control a mecha. and other items with your drill . Female heroine.
    Out in 2023
     
    Coffee talk episode 2: Hibiscus & Butterfly
    A visual novel. You run a coffee shop where you make coffee's for a varying type of customers.
    Out in Spring 2023
     
    Oni: Road to be the mightiest Oni 
    An oni after a defeat by a samurai , goes to an island to improve his skills. 
    Out in MArch 9th 2023
     
    Desta : the memories between
    Stylized game. Uncommon plot. A character goes to sleep and in sleep she goes to a dreamworld where a ball game is played. 
    Out in Early 2023
     
    A Space For The Unbound
    Pixelart game set in Indonesia. A couple is trying to save the world, with one having telepathic powers. Reminds me of attack of the friday monsters but sharper.
    Out in January 19, 2023
     
    Dordogne
    A watercolor game. Another french game. you are mimi, simultaneously going through an adventure as a child or adult. Needing clues from the chile while the mystery is in the adult. Utterly beautiful game. At heart a puzzle game.
    Out in Spring 2023
     
    Botany Manor
    A retired botanist with a manor all to yourself. Plant puzzles. If you recall the Mii plant game , it is a superior verson.
    Out in 2023
     
    Once upon a jester
    Improvise a theater show. The developers, from germany, actually had a little mock theater in thier showcasing. They even had hand puppets. The developers are musicians who wanted a game where non musicians can go through the process of creation.
    Out starting from 11/09/2022
     
    Rogue legacy 2
    Build your legacy
    Out starting from 11/09/2022
     
    Blanc <The blog post image is of this game>
    A fawn whose white, and a wolf cub whose black, live in a frosty world with black line dimensions. Text free, two players must play it. The goal is to use the capabilities of the two different characters to survive and live. No language utilized so anyone with perception can play.
    Out in February 14, 2023 can preorder at 11/09/2022 
     
    CONCLUSION
    For mature gamers over 50 who want a world to develop or make their own but don't want violence or fighting but want tasks. Aka is for you.
    For gamers who like high speed, coin getting, platformer, action , PEpper Grinder is for you. 
    For visual novel lovers, Coffee talk episode 2 is for you. 
    For fans of new experiences Desta is a keeper. The idea of a dream world where pieces of memory are about and a unique ball game is played will get fans of boutique games.
    For fans of plant games or fans of the Mii plant game, Botany Manor is for you. 
    For parents who want their children to have a game where they can learn about the creative process, get Once Upon A Jester
    For local two player fans, not online, Blanc is for you. MArried couples may enjoy most, the ability to work together, to play together, in a game of life, not necessarily killing, with two adoreable but sincere characters.
     
    QUICK SHOWCASE GAMES- these games are shown in quick videos
    Wrestlequest 
    a wrestling adventure game I think. I saw ana andre the giant mecha thing. Might be a lot of fun, especially if you like lucha libre or the old wwf.
    may 2023
     
    Wobbledogs console edition
    November 17th preorder 11/09/2022
     
    Storyteller
    This is a storytelling puzzler. I Didn't get to see too much. But from what I gather. You have a theme, like catch a thief. and they give you screens where you have to place the characters into the screens which manipulates the story, and I imagine this gets into a more complex storytelling creation. I will want to see more of this game.
    March 23,2023
     
    World of Horror 
    A black and white game. Seems to want to be like a Ju-On - esque kind of experience as you play.
    Summer 2023
     
    Curse of Sea Rats
    Pirate game fans, rejoice. They even have little movies in the game. An action platformer.
    Early 2023
     
    Inscryption
    A card and board game, but I didn't comprehend exactly the rules, but I see cards have various values. if you are into card games, and want a more macabre theme, this is for you.
    December 1st
     
    CONCLUSION
    Some fun games, for specific fans, true indie spirit.
     
    A little to the left
    A unique game based around home organizing. 
    Out in 11/09/2022
     
    Sports Story
    Bo knows...:) vollyball/cricket//golf/tennis and travel the unique areas. 
    Out in December
     
    FINAL THOUGHTS
    The indie world was fine. I think it is for boutique game lovers. That is the essence of indie. Yes, god of war came out today. But, let's call it like it. God of War requires a much larger team of programmers than these indie games. The husband and wife , organize house game, the trios that made the indian cooking game or theater development game, are not going to make god of war style game. They more than likely don't have the time. Now another issue in this indie world is the level of internationalization. That the youtuber below misses.
    Two french, One german, One indian. That is pretty international. And outside the usa many are still not accustomed to games like in the usa, aside the age variance in places like europe. so, we shall see.
     
     
    ANother view

     

  15. richardmurray
    Jet Dancer
    from Dual Mask
    https://store.steampowered.com/app/2084470/Jet_Dancer/
     
    ABOUT THIS GAME
    You are Jenna Delgado, also known as Jet Dancer.
    A nanomachine-infused synthetic being bred as part of a project to develop humanoid weapons, Jenna Delgado was the last in her series. When she learned the true scope of her reason for being--to be used as both bodyguard and concubine to the highest bidder--she managed to escape the project and vowed to use her superhuman abilities to protect the innocent, as the super heroine Jet Dancer.
    But the evil head of the project, Serin Drakonis, has found her, and, determined to take her back under his control, has unleashed his machine army--and Jenna's predecessors--to bring her to heel.
    Jet Dancer must now fight to protect her own quality of life, and put an end to the project once and for all.
    --
    Jet Dancer is a retro-inspired action platforming game featuring a strong and sexy heroine inspired by games and comics of the 80s and 90s. With an easy-to-learn, hard-to-master arsenal of kicks and dashes, Jet Dancer is a weapon bred for war, but living for fun.
    SYSTEM REQUIREMENTS
    WindowsSteamOS + Linux
    MINIMUM:
    OS: Windows 7+
    Processor: Intel(R) Core i5
    Memory: 8 GB RAM
    Storage: 1 GB available space
    RECOMMENDED:
    OS: Windows 10+
    Processor: Intel(R) Core i7
    Memory: 16 GB RAM
    Storage: 1 GB available space
     
    IF YOU WANT TO SEE A DEVELOPMENT VIDEO VIEW BELOW
     
  16. richardmurray
    The Project Gutenberg EBook of Religious and Moral Poems, by Phillis Wheatley This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org Title: Religious and Moral Poems Author: Phillis Wheatley Release Date: January, 1996 [EBook #409] Last Updated: February 24, 2019 Language: English Character set encoding: UTF-8 *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK RELIGIOUS AND MORAL POEMS *** Etext produced by Judith Boss HTML file produced by David Widger







     
    POEMS
    ON VARIOUS SUBJECTS,
    RELIGIOUS AND MORAL.
    By Phillis Wheatley
    (Negro Servant To Mr. John Wheatley, Of Boston, In New-England)
    1771
    CONTENTS
    PREFACE.
    TO THE PUBLIC.
    P O E M S
    TO  M AE C E N A S.
    O N  V I R T U E.
    TO THE UNIVERSITY OF CAMBRIDGE, IN NEW-ENGLAND.
    TO THE KING’S MOST EXCELLENT MAJESTY. 1768.
    ON BEING BROUGHT FROM AFRICA TO AMERICA.
    ON THE DEATH OF THE REV. DR. SEWELL, 1769.
    ON THE DEATH OF THE REV. MR. GEORGE WHITEFIELD. 1770.
    ON THE DEATH OF A YOUNG LADY OF FIVE YEARS OF AGE.
    ON THE DEATH OF A YOUNG GENTLEMAN.
    TO A LADY ON THE DEATH OF HER HUSBAND.
    G O L I A T H  O F  G A T H.
    THOUGHTS ON THE WORKS OF PROVIDENCE.
    TO A LADY ON THE DEATH OF THREE RELATIONS.
    TO A CLERGYMAN ON THE DEATH OF HIS LADY.
    AN HYMN TO THE MORNING
    AN HYMN TO THE EVENING.
    ISAIAH lxiii. 1-8.
    ON RECOLLECTION.
    ON IMAGINATION.
    A FUNERAL POEM ON THE DEATH OF C. E. AN INFANT OF TWELVE MONTHS.
    TO CAPTAIN H———D, OF THE 65TH REGIMENT.
    TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE WILLIAM, EARL OF DARTMOUTH
    O D E  T O  N E P T U N E.
    TO A LADY ON HER COMING TO NORTH-AMERICA WITH HER SON, FOR THE RECOVERY OF HER HEALTH.
    TO A LADY ON HER REMARKABLE PRESERVATION IN AN HURRICANE IN NORTH-CAROLINA.
    TO A LADY AND HER CHILDREN, ON THE DEATH OF HER SON AND THEIR BROTHER.
    TO A GENTLEMAN AND LADY ON THE DEATH OF THE LADY’S BROTHER AND SISTER, AND A CHILD OF THE NAME OF AVIS, AGED ONE YEAR.
    ON THE DEATH OF DR. SAMUEL MARSHALL. 1771.
    TO A GENTLEMAN ON HIS VOYAGE TO GREAT-BRITAIN FOR THE RECOVERY OF HIS HEALTH.
    TO THE REV. DR. THOMAS AMORY, ON READING HIS SERMONS ON DAILY DEVOTION, IN WHICH THAT DUTY IS RECOMMENDED AND ASSISTED.
    ON THE DEATH OF J. C. AN INFANT.
    AN  H Y M N  TO  H U M A N I T Y. TO S. P. G. ESQ;
    TO THE HONOURABLE T. H. ESQ; ON THE DEATH OF HIS DAUGHTER.
    NIOBE IN DISTRESS FOR HER CHILDREN SLAIN BY APOLLO, FROM OVID’S METAMORPHOSES, BOOK VI. AND FROM A VIEW OF THE PAINTING OF MR. RICHARD WILSON.
    TO S. M. A YOUNG AFRICAN PAINTER, ON SEEING HIS WORKS.
    TO HIS HONOUR THE LIEUTENANT-GOVERNOR, ON THE DEATH OF HIS LADY. MARCH 24, 1773.
    A FAREWEL TO AMERICA. TO MRS. S. W.
    A REBUS, BY I. B.
    AN ANSWER TO THE REBUS, BY THE AUTHOR OF THESE POEMS.

     



     
    TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE THE
    COUNTESS OF HUNTINGDON,
    THE FOLLOWING
    P O E M S
    ARE MOST RESPECTFULLY INSCRIBED.
    BY HER MUCH OBLIGED,
    VERY HUMBLE
    AND DEVOTED SERVANT.
    PHILLIS WHEATLEY.
    Boston, June 12, 1771.

     



     
    PREFACE.
    THE following POEMS were written originally for the Amusement of the Author, as they were the Products of her leisure Moments. She had no Intention ever to have published them; nor would they now have made their Appearance, but at the Importunity of many of her best, and most generous Friends; to whom she considers herself, as under the greatest Obligations.
    As her Attempts in Poetry are now sent into the World, it is hoped the Critic will not severely censure their Defects; and we presume they have too much Merit to be cast aside with Contempt, as worthless and trifling Effusions.
    As to the Disadvantages she has laboured under, with Regard to Learning, nothing needs to be offered, as her Master’s Letter in the following Page will sufficiently show the Difficulties in this Respect she had to encounter.
    With all their Imperfections, the Poems are now humbly submitted to the Perusal of the Public.
    The following is a Copy of a LETTER sent by the Author’s Master to the Publisher.
    PHILLIS was brought from Africa to America, in the Year 1761, between seven and eight Years of Age. Without any Assistance from School Education, and by only what she was taught in the Family, she, in sixteen Months Time from her Arrival, attained the English language, to which she was an utter Stranger before, to such a degree, as to read any, the most difficult Parts of the Sacred Writings, to the great Astonishment of all who heard her.
    As to her WRITING, her own Curiosity led her to it; and this she learnt in so short a Time, that in the Year 1765, she wrote a Letter to the Rev. Mr. OCCOM, the Indian Minister, while in England.
    She has a great Inclination to learn the Latin Tongue, and has made some Progress in it. This Relation is given by her Master who bought her, and with whom she now lives.
    JOHN WHEATLEY.
    Boston, Nov. 14, 1772.

     



     
    TO THE PUBLIC.
    AS it has been repeatedly suggested to the Publisher, by Persons, who have seen the Manuscript, that Numbers would be ready to suspect they were not really the Writings of PHILLIS, he has procured the following Attestation, from the most respectable Characters in Boston, that none might have the least Ground for disputing their Original.
    WE whose Names are under-written, do assure the World, that the POEMS specified in the following Page,* were (as we verily believe) written by Phillis, a young Negro Girl, who was but a few Years since, brought an uncultivated Barbarian from Africa, and has ever since been, and now is, under the Disadvantage of serving as a Slave in a Family in this Town. She has been examined by some of the best Judges, and is thought qualified to write them.
    His Excellency THOMAS HUTCHINSON, Governor. The Hon. ANDREW OLIVER, Lieutenant-Governor. The Hon. Thomas Hubbard, | The Rev. Charles Chauncey, D. D. The Hon. John Erving, | The Rev. Mather Byles, D. D. The Hon. James Pitts, | The Rev. Ed. Pemberton, D. D. The Hon. Harrison Gray, | The Rev. Andrew Elliot, D. D. The Hon. James Bowdoin, | The Rev. Samuel Cooper, D. D. John Hancock, Esq; | The Rev. Mr. Saumel Mather, Joseph Green, Esq; | The Rev. Mr. John Moorhead, Richard Carey, Esq; | Mr. John Wheat ey, her Master. N. B. The original Attestation, signed by the above Gentlemen, may be seen by applying to Archibald Bell, Bookseller, No. 8, Aldgate-Street. _________________________________________________________ *The Words “following Page,” allude to the Contents of the Manuscript Copy, which are wrote at the Back of the above Attestation.

     



     
    P O E M S
    O N
    V A R I O U S   S U B J E C T S.

     



     
    TO  M AE C E N A S.
    MAECENAS, you, beneath the myrtle shade, Read o’er what poets sung, and shepherds play’d. What felt those poets but you feel the same? Does not your soul possess the sacred flame? Their noble strains your equal genius shares In softer language, and diviner airs. While Homer paints, lo! circumfus’d in air, Celestial Gods in mortal forms appear; Swift as they move hear each recess rebound, Heav’n quakes, earth trembles, and the shores resound. Great Sire of verse, before my mortal eyes, The lightnings blaze across the vaulted skies, And, as the thunder shakes the heav’nly plains, A deep felt horror thrills through all my veins. When gentler strains demand thy graceful song, The length’ning line moves languishing along. When great Patroclus courts Achilles’ aid, The grateful tribute of my tears is paid; Prone on the shore he feels the pangs of love, And stern Pelides tend’rest passions move. Great Maro’s strain in heav’nly numbers flows, The Nine inspire, and all the bosom glows. O could I rival thine and Virgil’s page, Or claim the Muses with the Mantuan Sage; Soon the same beauties should my mind adorn, And the same ardors in my soul should burn: Then should my song in bolder notes arise, And all my numbers pleasingly surprise; But here I sit, and mourn a grov’ling mind, That fain would mount, and ride upon the wind. Not you, my friend, these plaintive strains become, Not you, whose bosom is the Muses home; When they from tow’ring Helicon retire, They fan in you the bright immortal fire, But I less happy, cannot raise the song, The fault’ring music dies upon my tongue. The happier Terence* all the choir inspir’d, His soul replenish’d, and his bosom fir’d; But say, ye Muses, why this partial grace, To one alone of Afric’s sable race; From age to age transmitting thus his name With the finest glory in the rolls of fame? Thy virtues, great Maecenas! shall be sung In praise of him, from whom those virtues sprung: While blooming wreaths around thy temples spread, I’ll snatch a laurel from thine honour’d head, While you indulgent smile upon the deed. *He was an African by birth. As long as Thames in streams majestic flows, Or Naiads in their oozy beds repose While Phoebus reigns above the starry train While bright Aurora purples o’er the main, So long, great Sir, the muse thy praise shall sing, So long thy praise shal’ make Parnassus ring: Then grant, Maecenas, thy paternal rays, Hear me propitious, and defend my lays.

     



     
    O N  V I R T U E.
    O Thou bright jewel in my aim I strive To comprehend thee. Thine own words declare Wisdom is higher than a fool can reach. I cease to wonder, and no more attempt Thine height t’ explore, or fathom thy profound. But, O my soul, sink not into despair, Virtue is near thee, and with gentle hand Would now embrace thee, hovers o’er thine head. Fain would the heav’n-born soul with her converse, Then seek, then court her for her promis’d bliss. Auspicious queen, thine heav’nly pinions spread, And lead celestial Chastity along; Lo! now her sacred retinue descends, Array’d in glory from the orbs above. Attend me, Virtue, thro’ my youthful years! O leave me not to the false joys of time! But guide my steps to endless life and bliss. Greatness, or Goodness, say what I shall call thee, To give me an higher appellation still, Teach me a better strain, a nobler lay, O thou, enthron’d with Cherubs in the realms of day.

     



     
    TO THE UNIVERSITY OF CAMBRIDGE, IN NEW-ENGLAND.
    WHILE an intrinsic ardor prompts to write, The muses promise to assist my pen; ’Twas not long since I left my native shore The land of errors, and Egyptian gloom: Father of mercy, ’twas thy gracious hand Brought me in safety from those dark abodes. Students, to you ’tis giv’n to scan the heights Above, to traverse the ethereal space, And mark the systems of revolving worlds. Still more, ye sons of science ye receive The blissful news by messengers from heav’n, How Jesus’ blood for your redemption flows. See him with hands out-stretcht upon the cross; Immense compassion in his bosom glows; He hears revilers, nor resents their scorn: What matchless mercy in the Son of God! When the whole human race by sin had fall’n, He deign’d to die that they might rise again, And share with him in the sublimest skies, Life without death, and glory without end. Improve your privileges while they stay, Ye pupils, and each hour redeem, that bears Or good or bad report of you to heav’n. Let sin, that baneful evil to the soul, By you be shun’d, nor once remit your guard; Suppress the deadly serpent in its egg. Ye blooming plants of human race divine, An Ethiop tells you ’tis your greatest foe; Its transient sweetness turns to endless pain, And in immense perdition sinks the soul.

     



     
    TO THE KING’S MOST EXCELLENT MAJESTY. 1768.
    YOUR subjects hope, dread Sire— The crown upon your brows may flourish long, And that your arm may in your God be strong! O may your sceptre num’rous nations sway, And all with love and readiness obey! But how shall we the British king reward! Rule thou in peace, our father, and our lord! Midst the remembrance of thy favours past, The meanest peasants most admire the last* May George, beloved by all the nations round, Live with heav’ns choicest constant blessings crown’d! Great God, direct, and guard him from on high, And from his head let ev’ry evil fly! And may each clime with equal gladness see A monarch’s smile can set his subjects free! * The Repeal of the Stamp Act.

     



     
    ON BEING BROUGHT FROM AFRICA TO AMERICA.
    ’Twas mercy brought me from my Pagan land, Taught my benighted soul to understand That there’s a God, that there’s a Saviour too: Once I redemption neither sought nor knew, Some view our sable race with scornful eye, “Their colour is a diabolic die.” Remember, Christians, Negroes, black as Cain, May be refin’d, and join th’ angelic train.

     



     
    ON THE DEATH OF THE REV. DR. SEWELL, 1769.
    ERE yet the morn its lovely blushes spread, See Sewell number’d with the happy dead. Hail, holy man, arriv’d th’ immortal shore, Though we shall hear thy warning voice no more. Come, let us all behold with wishful eyes The saint ascending to his native skies; From hence the prophet wing’d his rapt’rous way To the blest mansions in eternal day. Then begging for the Spirit of our God, And panting eager for the same abode, Come, let us all with the same vigour rise, And take a prospect of the blissful skies; While on our minds Christ’s image is imprest, And the dear Saviour glows in ev’ry breast. Thrice happy saint! to find thy heav’n at last, What compensation for the evils past! Great God, incomprehensible, unknown By sense, we bow at thine exalted throne. O, while we beg thine excellence to feel, Thy sacred Spirit to our hearts reveal, And give us of that mercy to partake, Which thou hast promis’d for the Saviour’s sake! “Sewell is dead.” Swift-pinion’d Fame thus cry’d. “Is Sewell dead,” my trembling tongue reply’d, O what a blessing in his flight deny’d! How oft for us the holy prophet pray’d! How oft to us the Word of Life convey’d! By duty urg’d my mournful verse to close, I for his tomb this epitaph compose. “Lo, here a man, redeem’d by Jesus’s blood, “A sinner once, but now a saint with God; “Behold ye rich, ye poor, ye fools, ye wise, “Not let his monument your heart surprise; “Twill tell you what this holy man has done, “Which gives him brighter lustre than the sun. “Listen, ye happy, from your seats above. “I speak sincerely, while I speak and love, “He sought the paths of piety and truth, “By these made happy from his early youth; “In blooming years that grace divine he felt, “Which rescues sinners from the chains of guilt. “Mourn him, ye indigent, whom he has fed, “And henceforth seek, like him, for living bread; “Ev’n Christ, the bread descending from above, “And ask an int’rest in his saving love. “Mourn him, ye youth, to whom he oft has told “God’s gracious wonders from the times of old. “I too have cause this mighty loss to mourn, “For he my monitor will not return. “O when shall we to his blest state arrive? “When the same graces in our bosoms thrive.”

     



     
    ON THE DEATH OF THE REV. MR. GEORGE WHITEFIELD. 1770.
    HAIL, happy saint, on thine immortal throne, Possest of glory, life, and bliss unknown; We hear no more the music of thy tongue, Thy wonted auditories cease to throng. Thy sermons in unequall’d accents flow’d, And ev’ry bosom with devotion glow’d; Thou didst in strains of eloquence refin’d Inflame the heart, and captivate the mind. Unhappy we the setting sun deplore, So glorious once, but ah! it shines no more. Behold the prophet in his tow’ring flight! He leaves the earth for heav’n’s unmeasur’d height, And worlds unknown receive him from our sight. There Whitefield wings with rapid course his way, And sails to Zion through vast seas of day. Thy pray’rs, great saint, and thine incessant cries Have pierc’d the bosom of thy native skies. Thou moon hast seen, and all the stars of light, How he has wrestled with his God by night. He pray’d that grace in ev’ry heart might dwell, He long’d to see America excell; He charg’d its youth that ev’ry grace divine Should with full lustre in their conduct shine; That Saviour, which his soul did first receive, The greatest gift that ev’n a God can give, He freely offer’d to the num’rous throng, That on his lips with list’ning pleasure hung. “Take him, ye wretched, for your only good, “Take him ye starving sinners, for your food; “Ye thirsty, come to this life-giving stream, “Ye preachers, take him for your joyful theme; “Take him my dear Americans, he said, “Be your complaints on his kind bosom laid: “Take him, ye Africans, he longs for you, “Impartial Saviour is his title due: “Wash’d in the fountain of redeeming blood, “You shall be sons, and kings, and priests to God.” Great Countess,* we Americans revere Thy name, and mingle in thy grief sincere; New England deeply feels, the Orphans mourn, Their more than father will no more return. But, though arrested by the hand of death, Whitefield no more exerts his lab’ring breath, Yet let us view him in th’ eternal skies, Let ev’ry heart to this bright vision rise; While the tomb safe retains its sacred trust, Till life divine re-animates his dust. *The Countess of Huntingdon, to whom Mr. Whitefield was Chaplain.

     



     
    ON THE DEATH OF A YOUNG LADY OF FIVE YEARS OF AGE.
    FROM dark abodes to fair etherial light Th’ enraptur’d innocent has wing’d her flight; On the kind bosom of eternal love She finds unknown beatitude above. This known, ye parents, nor her loss deplore, She feels the iron hand of pain no more; The dispensations of unerring grace, Should turn your sorrows into grateful praise; Let then no tears for her henceforward flow, No more distress’d in our dark vale below, Her morning sun, which rose divinely bright, Was quickly mantled with the gloom of night; But hear in heav’n’s blest bow’rs your Nancy fair, And learn to imitate her language there. “Thou, Lord, whom I behold with glory crown’d, “By what sweet name, and in what tuneful sound “Wilt thou be prais’d? Seraphic pow’rs are faint “Infinite love and majesty to paint. “To thee let all their graceful voices raise, “And saints and angels join their songs of praise.” Perfect in bliss she from her heav’nly home Looks down, and smiling beckons you to come; Why then, fond parents, why these fruitless groans? Restrain your tears, and cease your plaintive moans. Freed from a world of sin, and snares, and pain, Why would you wish your daughter back again? No—bow resign’d. Let hope your grief control, And check the rising tumult of the soul. Calm in the prosperous, and adverse day, Adore the God who gives and takes away; Eye him in all, his holy name revere, Upright your actions, and your hearts sincere, Till having sail’d through life’s tempestuous sea, And from its rocks, and boist’rous billows free, Yourselves, safe landed on the blissful shore, Shall join your happy babe to part no more.

     



     
    ON THE DEATH OF A YOUNG GENTLEMAN.
    WHO taught thee conflict with the pow’rs of night, To vanquish satan in the fields of light? Who strung thy feeble arms with might unknown, How great thy conquest, and how bright thy crown! War with each princedom, throne, and pow’r is o’er, The scene is ended to return no more. O could my muse thy seat on high behold, How deckt with laurel, how enrich’d with gold! O could she hear what praise thine harp employs, How sweet thine anthems, how divine thy joys! What heav’nly grandeur should exalt her strain! What holy raptures in her numbers reign! To sooth the troubles of the mind to peace, To still the tumult of life’s tossing seas, To ease the anguish of the parents heart, What shall my sympathizing verse impart? Where is the balm to heal so deep a wound? Where shall a sov’reign remedy be found? Look, gracious Spirit, from thine heav’nly bow’r, And thy full joys into their bosoms pour; The raging tempest of their grief control, And spread the dawn of glory through the soul, To eye the path the saint departed trod, And trace him to the bosom of his God.

     



     
    TO A LADY ON THE DEATH OF HER HUSBAND.
    GRIM monarch! see, depriv’d of vital breath, A young physician in the dust of death: Dost thou go on incessant to destroy, Our griefs to double, and lay waste our joy? Enough thou never yet wast known to say, Though millions die, the vassals of thy sway: Nor youth, nor science, not the ties of love, Nor ought on earth thy flinty heart can move. The friend, the spouse from his dire dart to save, In vain we ask the sovereign of the grave. Fair mourner, there see thy lov’d Leonard laid, And o’er him spread the deep impervious shade. Clos’d are his eyes, and heavy fetters keep His senses bound in never-waking sleep, Till time shall cease, till many a starry world Shall fall from heav’n, in dire confusion hurl’d Till nature in her final wreck shall lie, And her last groan shall rend the azure sky: Not, not till then his active soul shall claim His body, a divine immortal frame. But see the softly-stealing tears apace Pursue each other down the mourner’s face; But cease thy tears, bid ev’ry sigh depart, And cast the load of anguish from thine heart: From the cold shell of his great soul arise, And look beyond, thou native of the skies; There fix thy view, where fleeter than the wind Thy Leonard mounts, and leaves the earth behind. Thyself prepare to pass the vale of night To join for ever on the hills of light: To thine embrace this joyful spirit moves To thee, the partner of his earthly loves; He welcomes thee to pleasures more refin’d, And better suited to th’ immortal mind.

     



     
    G O L I A T H  O F  G A T H.
    1 SAMUEL, Chap. xvii.
    YE martial pow’rs, and all ye tuneful nine, Inspire my song, and aid my high design. The dreadful scenes and toils of war I write, The ardent warriors, and the fields of fight: You best remember, and you best can sing The acts of heroes to the vocal string: Resume the lays with which your sacred lyre, Did then the poet and the sage inspire. Now front to front the armies were display’d, Here Israel rang’d, and there the foes array’d; The hosts on two opposing mountains stood, Thick as the foliage of the waving wood; Between them an extensive valley lay, O’er which the gleaming armour pour’d the day, When from the camp of the Philistine foes, Dreadful to view, a mighty warrior rose; In the dire deeds of bleeding battle skill’d, The monster stalks the terror of the field. From Gath he sprung, Goliath was his name, Of fierce deportment, and gigantic frame: A brazen helmet on his head was plac’d, A coat of mail his form terrific grac’d, The greaves his legs, the targe his shoulders prest: Dreadful in arms high-tow’ring o’er the rest A spear he proudly wav’d, whose iron head, Strange to relate, six hundred shekels weigh’d; He strode along, and shook the ample field, While Phoebus blaz’d refulgent on his shield: Through Jacob’s race a chilling horror ran, When thus the huge, enormous chief began: “Say, what the cause that in this proud array “You set your battle in the face of day? “One hero find in all your vaunting train, “Then see who loses, and who wins the plain; “For he who wins, in triumph may demand “Perpetual service from the vanquish’d land: “Your armies I defy, your force despise, “By far inferior in Philistia’s eyes: “Produce a man, and let us try the fight, “Decide the contest, and the victor’s right.” Thus challeng’d he: all Israel stood amaz’d, And ev’ry chief in consternation gaz’d; But Jesse’s son in youthful bloom appears, And warlike courage far beyond his years: He left the folds, he left the flow’ry meads, And soft recesses of the sylvan shades. Now Israel’s monarch, and his troops arise, With peals of shouts ascending to the skies; In Elah’s vale the scene of combat lies. When the fair morning blush’d with orient red, What David’s fire enjoin’d the son obey’d, And swift of foot towards the trench he came, Where glow’d each bosom with the martial flame. He leaves his carriage to another’s care, And runs to greet his brethren of the war. While yet they spake the giant-chief arose, Repeats the challenge, and insults his foes: Struck with the sound, and trembling at the view, Affrighted Israel from its post withdrew. “Observe ye this tremendous foe, they cry’d, “Who in proud vaunts our armies hath defy’d: “Whoever lays him prostrate on the plain, “Freedom in Israel for his house shall gain; “And on him wealth unknown the king will pour, “And give his royal daughter for his dow’r.” Then Jesse’s youngest hope: “My brethren say, “What shall be done for him who takes away “Reproach from Jacob, who destroys the chief. “And puts a period to his country’s grief. “He vaunts the honours of his arms abroad, “And scorns the armies of the living God.” Thus spoke the youth, th’ attentive people ey’d The wond’rous hero, and again reply’d: “Such the rewards our monarch will bestow, “On him who conquers, and destroys his foe.” Eliab heard, and kindled into ire To hear his shepherd brother thus inquire, And thus begun: “What errand brought thee? say “Who keeps thy flock? or does it go astray? “I know the base ambition of thine heart, “But back in safety from the field depart.” Eliab thus to Jesse’s youngest heir, Express’d his wrath in accents most severe. When to his brother mildly he reply’d. “What have I done? or what the cause to chide? The words were told before the king, who sent For the young hero to his royal tent: Before the monarch dauntless he began, “For this Philistine fail no heart of man: “I’ll take the vale, and with the giant fight: “I dread not all his boasts, nor all his might.” When thus the king: “Dar’st thou a stripling go, “And venture combat with so great a foe? “Who all his days has been inur’d to fight, “And made its deeds his study and delight: “Battles and bloodshed brought the monster forth, “And clouds and whirlwinds usher’d in his birth.” When David thus: “I kept the fleecy care, “And out there rush’d a lion and a bear; “A tender lamb the hungry lion took, “And with no other weapon than my crook “Bold I pursu’d, and chas d him o’er the field, “The prey deliver’d, and the felon kill’d: “As thus the lion and the bear I slew, “So shall Goliath fall, and all his crew: “The God, who sav’d me from these beasts of prey, “By me this monster in the dust shall lay.” So David spoke. The wond’ring king reply’d; “Go thou with heav’n and victory on thy side: “This coat of mail, this sword gird on,” he said, And plac’d a mighty helmet on his head: The coat, the sword, the helm he laid aside, Nor chose to venture with those arms untry’d, Then took his staff, and to the neighb’ring brook Instant he ran, and thence five pebbles took. Mean time descended to Philistia’s son A radiant cherub, and he thus begun: “Goliath, well thou know’st thou hast defy’d “Yon Hebrew armies, and their God deny’d: “Rebellious wretch! audacious worm! forbear, “Nor tempt the vengeance of their God too far: “Them, who with his Omnipotence contend, “No eye shall pity, and no arm defend: “Proud as thou art, in short liv’d glory great, “I come to tell thee thine approaching fate. “Regard my words. The Judge of all the gods, “Beneath whose steps the tow’ring mountain nods, “Will give thine armies to the savage brood, “That cut the liquid air, or range the wood. “Thee too a well-aim’d pebble shall destroy, “And thou shalt perish by a beardless boy: “Such is the mandate from the realms above, “And should I try the vengeance to remove, “Myself a rebel to my king would prove. “Goliath say, shall grace to him be shown, “Who dares heav’ns Monarch, and insults his throne?” “Your words are lost on me,” the giant cries, While fear and wrath contended in his eyes, When thus the messenger from heav’n replies: “Provoke no more Jehovah’s awful hand “To hurl its vengeance on thy guilty land: “He grasps the thunder, and, he wings the storm, “Servants their sov’reign’s orders to perform.” The angel spoke, and turn’d his eyes away, Adding new radiance to the rising day. Now David comes: the fatal stones demand His left, the staff engag’d his better hand: The giant mov’d, and from his tow’ring height Survey’d the stripling, and disdain’d the fight, And thus began: “Am I a dog with thee? “Bring’st thou no armour, but a staff to me? “The gods on thee their vollied curses pour, “And beasts and birds of prey thy flesh devour.” David undaunted thus, “Thy spear and shield “Shall no protection to thy body yield: “Jehovah’s name———no other arms I bear, “I ask no other in this glorious war. “To-day the Lord of Hosts to me will give “Vict’ry, to-day thy doom thou shalt receive; “The fate you threaten shall your own become, “And beasts shall be your animated tomb, “That all the earth’s inhabitants may know “That there’s a God, who governs all below: “This great assembly too shall witness stand, “That needs nor sword, nor spear, th’ Almighty’s hand: “The battle his, the conquest he bestows, “And to our pow’r consigns our hated foes.” Thus David spoke; Goliath heard and came To meet the hero in the field of fame. Ah! fatal meeting to thy troops and thee, But thou wast deaf to the divine decree; Young David meets thee, meets thee not in vain; ’Tis thine to perish on th’ ensanguin’d plain. And now the youth the forceful pebble slung Philistia trembled as it whizz’d along: In his dread forehead, where the helmet ends, Just o’er the brows the well-aim’d stone descends, It pierc’d the skull, and shatter’d all the brain, Prone on his face he tumbled to the plain: Goliath’s fall no smaller terror yields Than riving thunders in aerial fields: The soul still ling’red in its lov’d abode, Till conq’ring David o’er the giant strode: Goliath’s sword then laid its master dead, And from the body hew’d the ghastly head; The blood in gushing torrents drench’d the plains, The soul found passage through the spouting veins. And now aloud th’ illustrious victor said, “Where are your boastings now your champion’s “dead?” Scarce had he spoke, when the Philistines fled: But fled in vain; the conqu’ror swift pursu’d: What scenes of slaughter! and what seas of blood! There Saul thy thousands grasp’d th’ impurpled sand In pangs of death the conquest of thine hand; And David there were thy ten thousands laid: Thus Israel’s damsels musically play’d. Near Gath and Edron many an hero lay, Breath’d out their souls, and curs’d the light of day: Their fury, quench’d by death, no longer burns, And David with Goliath’s head returns, To Salem brought, but in his tent he plac’d The load of armour which the giant grac’d. His monarch saw him coming from the war, And thus demanded of the son of Ner. “Say, who is this amazing youth?” he cry’d, When thus the leader of the host reply’d; “As lives thy soul I know not whence he sprung, “So great in prowess though in years so young:” “Inquire whose son is he,” the sov’reign said, “Before whose conq’ring arm Philistia fled.” Before the king behold the stripling stand, Goliath’s head depending from his hand: To him the king: “Say of what martial line “Art thou, young hero, and what sire was thine?” He humbly thus; “The son of Jesse I: “I came the glories of the field to try. “Small is my tribe, but valiant in the fight; “Small is my city, but thy royal right.” “Then take the promis’d gifts,” the monarch cry’d, Conferring riches and the royal bride: “Knit to my soul for ever thou remain “With me, nor quit my regal roof again.”

     



     
    THOUGHTS ON THE WORKS OF PROVIDENCE.
    A R I S E, my soul, on wings enraptur’d, rise To praise the monarch of the earth and skies, Whose goodness and benificence appear As round its centre moves the rolling year, Or when the morning glows with rosy charms, Or the sun slumbers in the ocean’s arms: Of light divine be a rich portion lent To guide my soul, and favour my intend. Celestial muse, my arduous flight sustain And raise my mind to a seraphic strain! Ador’d for ever be the God unseen, Which round the sun revolves this vast machine, Though to his eye its mass a point appears: Ador’d the God that whirls surrounding spheres, Which first ordain’d that mighty Sol should reign The peerless monarch of th’ ethereal train: Of miles twice forty millions is his height, And yet his radiance dazzles mortal sight So far beneath—from him th’ extended earth Vigour derives, and ev’ry flow’ry birth: Vast through her orb she moves with easy grace Around her Phoebus in unbounded space; True to her course th’ impetuous storm derides, Triumphant o’er the winds, and surging tides. Almighty, in these wond’rous works of thine, What Pow’r, what Wisdom, and what Goodness shine! And are thy wonders, Lord, by men explor’d, And yet creating glory unador’d! Creation smiles in various beauty gay, While day to night, and night succeeds to day: That Wisdom, which attends Jehovah’s ways, Shines most conspicuous in the solar rays: Without them, destitute of heat and light, This world would be the reign of endless night: In their excess how would our race complain, Abhorring life! how hate its length’ned chain! From air adust what num’rous ills would rise? What dire contagion taint the burning skies? What pestilential vapours, fraught with death, Would rise, and overspread the lands beneath? Hail, smiling morn, that from the orient main Ascending dost adorn the heav’nly plain! So rich, so various are thy beauteous dies, That spread through all the circuit of the skies, That, full of thee, my soul in rapture soars, And thy great God, the cause of all adores. O’er beings infinite his love extends, His Wisdom rules them, and his Pow’r defends. When tasks diurnal tire the human frame, The spirits faint, and dim the vital flame, Then too that ever active bounty shines, Which not infinity of space confines. The sable veil, that Night in silence draws, Conceals effects, but shows th’ Almighty Cause, Night seals in sleep the wide creation fair, And all is peaceful but the brow of care. Again, gay Phoebus, as the day before, Wakes ev’ry eye, but what shall wake no more; Again the face of nature is renew’d, Which still appears harmonious, fair, and good. May grateful strains salute the smiling morn, Before its beams the eastern hills adorn! Shall day to day, and night to night conspire To show the goodness of the Almighty Sire? This mental voice shall man regardless hear, And never, never raise the filial pray’r? To-day, O hearken, nor your folly mourn For time mispent, that never will return. But see the sons of vegetation rise, And spread their leafy banners to the skies. All-wise Almighty Providence we trace In trees, and plants, and all the flow’ry race; As clear as in the nobler frame of man, All lovely copies of the Maker’s plan. The pow’r the same that forms a ray of light, That call d creation from eternal night. “Let there be light,” he said: from his profound Old Chaos heard, and trembled at the sound: Swift as the word, inspir’d by pow’r divine, Behold the light around its Maker shine, The first fair product of th’ omnific God, And now through all his works diffus’d abroad. As reason’s pow’rs by day our God disclose, So we may trace him in the night’s repose: Say what is sleep? and dreams how passing strange! When action ceases, and ideas range Licentious and unbounded o’er the plains, Where Fancy’s queen in giddy triumph reigns. Hear in soft strains the dreaming lover sigh To a kind fair, or rave in jealousy; On pleasure now, and now on vengeance bent, The lab’ring passions struggle for a vent. What pow’r, O man! thy reason then restores, So long suspended in nocturnal hours? What secret hand returns the mental train, And gives improv’d thine active pow’rs again? From thee, O man, what gratitude should rise! And, when from balmy sleep thou op’st thine eyes, Let thy first thoughts be praises to the skies. How merciful our God who thus imparts O’erflowing tides of joy to human hearts, When wants and woes might be our righteous lot, Our God forgetting, by our God forgot! Among the mental pow’rs a question rose, “What most the image of th’ Eternal shows?” When thus to Reason (so let Fancy rove) Her great companion spoke immortal Love. “Say, mighty pow’r, how long shall strife prevail, “And with its murmurs load the whisp’ring gale? “Refer the cause to Recollection’s shrine, “Who loud proclaims my origin divine, “The cause whence heav’n and earth began to be, “And is not man immortaliz’d by me? “Reason let this most causeless strife subside.” Thus Love pronounc’d, and Reason thus reply’d. “Thy birth, coelestial queen! ’tis mine to own, “In thee resplendent is the Godhead shown; “Thy words persuade, my soul enraptur’d feels “Resistless beauty which thy smile reveals.” Ardent she spoke, and, kindling at her charms, She clasp’d the blooming goddess in her arms. Infinite Love where’er we turn our eyes Appears: this ev’ry creature’s wants supplies; This most is heard in Nature’s constant voice, This makes the morn, and this the eve rejoice; This bids the fost’ring rains and dews descend To nourish all, to serve one gen’ral end, The good of man: yet man ungrateful pays But little homage, and but little praise. To him, whose works arry’d with mercy shine, What songs should rise, how constant, how divine!

     



     
    TO A LADY ON THE DEATH OF THREE RELATIONS.
    WE trace the pow’r of Death from tomb to tomb, And his are all the ages yet to come. ’Tis his to call the planets from on high, To blacken Phoebus, and dissolve the sky; His too, when all in his dark realms are hurl’d, From its firm base to shake the solid world; His fatal sceptre rules the spacious whole, And trembling nature rocks from pole to pole. Awful he moves, and wide his wings are spread: Behold thy brother number’d with the dead! From bondage freed, the exulting spirit flies Beyond Olympus, and these starry skies. Lost in our woe for thee, blest shade, we mourn In vain; to earth thou never must return. Thy sisters too, fair mourner, feel the dart Of Death, and with fresh torture rend thine heart. Weep not for them, and leave the world behind. As a young plant by hurricanes up torn, So near its parent lies the newly born— But ‘midst the bright ehtereal train behold It shines superior on a throne of gold: Then, mourner, cease; let hope thy tears restrain, Smile on the tomb, and sooth the raging pain. On yon blest regions fix thy longing view, Mindless of sublunary scenes below; Ascend the sacred mount, in thought arise, And seek substantial and immortal joys; Where hope receives, where faith to vision springs, And raptur’d seraphs tune th’ immortal strings To strains extatic. Thou the chorus join, And to thy father tune the praise divine.

     



     
    TO A CLERGYMAN ON THE DEATH OF HIS LADY.
    WHERE contemplation finds her sacred spring, Where heav’nly music makes the arches ring, Where virtue reigns unsully’d and divine, Where wisdom thron’d, and all the graces shine, There sits thy spouse amidst the radiant throng, While praise eternal warbles from her tongue; There choirs angelic shout her welcome round, With perfect bliss, and peerless glory crown’d. While thy dear mate, to flesh no more confin’d, Exults a blest, an heav’n-ascended mind, Say in thy breast shall floods of sorrow rise? Say shall its torrents overwhelm thine eyes? Amid the seats of heav’n a place is free, And angels open their bright ranks for thee; For thee they wait, and with expectant eye Thy spouse leans downward from th’ empyreal sky: “O come away,” her longing spirit cries, “And share with me the raptures of the skies. “Our bliss divine to mortals is unknown; “Immortal life and glory are our own. “There too may the dear pledges of our love “Arrive, and taste with us the joys above; “Attune the harp to more than mortal lays, “And join with us the tribute of their praise “To him, who dy’d stern justice to stone, “And make eternal glory all our own. “He in his death slew ours, and, as he rose, “He crush’d the dire dominion of our foes; “Vain were their hopes to put the God to flight, “Chain us to hell, and bar the gates of light.” She spoke, and turn’d from mortal scenes her eyes, Which beam’d celestial radiance o’er the skies. Then thou dear man, no more with grief retire, Let grief no longer damp devotion’s fire, But rise sublime, to equal bliss aspire, Thy sighs no more be wafted by the wind, No more complain, but be to heav’n resign’d ’Twas thine t’ unfold the oracles divine, To sooth our woes the task was also thine; Now sorrow is incumbent on thy heart, Permit the muse a cordial to impart; Who can to thee their tend’rest aid refuse? To dry thy tears how longs the heav’nly muse!

     



     
    AN HYMN TO THE MORNING
    ATTEND my lays, ye ever honour’d nine, Assist my labours, and my strains refine; In smoothest numbers pour the notes along, For bright Aurora now demands my song. Aurora hail, and all the thousand dies, Which deck thy progress through the vaulted skies: The morn awakes, and wide extends her rays, On ev’ry leaf the gentle zephyr plays; Harmonious lays the feather’d race resume, Dart the bright eye, and shake the painted plume. Ye shady groves, your verdant gloom display To shield your poet from the burning day: Calliope awake the sacred lyre, While thy fair sisters fan the pleasing fire: The bow’rs, the gales, the variegated skies In all their pleasures in my bosom rise. See in the east th’ illustrious king of day! His rising radiance drives the shades away— But Oh! I feel his fervid beams too strong, And scarce begun, concludes th’ abortive song.

     



     
    AN HYMN TO THE EVENING.
    SOON as the sun forsook the eastern main The pealing thunder shook the heav’nly plain; Majestic grandeur! From the zephyr’s wing, Exhales the incense of the blooming spring. Soft purl the streams, the birds renew their notes, And through the air their mingled music floats. Through all the heav’ns what beauteous dies are spread! But the west glories in the deepest red: So may our breasts with ev’ry virtue glow, The living temples of our God below! Fill’d with the praise of him who gives the light, And draws the sable curtains of the night, Let placid slumbers sooth each weary mind, At morn to wake more heav’nly, more refin’d; So shall the labours of the day begin More pure, more guarded from the snares of sin. Night’s leaden sceptre seals my drowsy eyes, Then cease, my song, till fair Aurora rise.

     



     
    ISAIAH lxiii. 1-8.
    SAY, heav’nly muse, what king or mighty God, That moves sublime from Idumea’s road? In Bosrah’s dies, with martial glories join’d, His purple vesture waves upon the wind. Why thus enrob’d delights he to appear In the dread image of the Pow’r of war? Compres’d in wrath the swelling wine-press groan’d, It bled, and pour’d the gushing purple round. “Mine was the act,” th’ Almighty Saviour said, And shook the dazzling glories of his head, “When all forsook I trod the press alone, “And conquer’d by omnipotence my own; “For man’s release sustain’d the pond’rous load, “For man the wrath of an immortal God: “To execute th’ Eternal’s dread command “My soul I sacrific’d with willing hand; “Sinless I stood before the avenging frown, “Atoning thus for vices not my own.” His eye the ample field of battle round Survey’d, but no created succours found; His own omnipotence sustain’d the right, His vengeance sunk the haughty foes in night; Beneath his feet the prostrate troops were spread, And round him lay the dying, and the dead. Great God, what light’ning flashes from thine eyes? What pow’r withstands if thou indignant rise? Against thy Zion though her foes may rage, And all their cunning, all their strength engage, Yet she serenely on thy bosom lies, Smiles at their arts, and all their force defies.

     



     
    ON RECOLLECTION.
    MNEME begin. Inspire, ye sacred nine, Your vent’rous Afric in her great design. Mneme, immortal pow’r, I trace thy spring: Assist my strains, while I thy glories sing: The acts of long departed years, by thee Recover’d, in due order rang’d we see: Thy pow’r the long-forgotten calls from night, That sweetly plays before the fancy’s sight. Mneme in our nocturnal visions pours The ample treasure of her secret stores; Swift from above the wings her silent flight Through Phoebe’s realms, fair regent of the night; And, in her pomp of images display’d, To the high-raptur’d poet gives her aid, Through the unbounded regions of the mind, Diffusing light celestial and refin’d. The heav’nly phantom paints the actions done By ev’ry tribe beneath the rolling sun. Mneme, enthron’d within the human breast, Has vice condemn’d, and ev’ry virtue blest. How sweet the sound when we her plaudit hear? Sweeter than music to the ravish’d ear, Sweeter than Maro’s entertaining strains Resounding through the groves, and hills, and plains. But how is Mneme dreaded by the race, Who scorn her warnings and despise her grace? By her unveil’d each horrid crime appears, Her awful hand a cup of wormwood bears. Days, years mispent, O what a hell of woe! Hers the worst tortures that our souls can know. Now eighteen years their destin’d course have run, In fast succession round the central sun. How did the follies of that period pass Unnotic’d, but behold them writ in brass! In Recollection see them fresh return, And sure ’tis mine to be asham’d, and mourn. O Virtue, smiling in immortal green, Do thou exert thy pow’r, and change the scene; Be thine employ to guide my future days, And mine to pay the tribute of my praise. Of Recollection such the pow’r enthron’d In ev’ry breast, and thus her pow’r is own’d. The wretch, who dar’d the vengeance of the skies, At last awakes in horror and surprise, By her alarm’d, he sees impending fate, He howls in anguish, and repents too late. But O! what peace, what joys are hers t’ impart To ev’ry holy, ev’ry upright heart! Thrice blest the man, who, in her sacred shrine, Feels himself shelter’d from the wrath divine!

     



     
    ON IMAGINATION.
    THY various works, imperial queen, we see, How bright their forms! how deck’d with pomp by thee! Thy wond’rous acts in beauteous order stand, And all attest how potent is thine hand. From Helicon’s refulgent heights attend, Ye sacred choir, and my attempts befriend: To tell her glories with a faithful tongue, Ye blooming graces, triumph in my song. Now here, now there, the roving Fancy flies, Till some lov’d object strikes her wand’ring eyes, Whose silken fetters all the senses bind, And soft captivity involves the mind. Imagination! who can sing thy force? Or who describe the swiftness of thy course? Soaring through air to find the bright abode, Th’ empyreal palace of the thund’ring God, We on thy pinions can surpass the wind, And leave the rolling universe behind: From star to star the mental optics rove, Measure the skies, and range the realms above. There in one view we grasp the mighty whole, Or with new worlds amaze th’ unbounded soul. Though Winter frowns to Fancy’s raptur’d eyes The fields may flourish, and gay scenes arise; The frozen deeps may break their iron bands, And bid their waters murmur o’er the sands. Fair Flora may resume her fragrant reign, And with her flow’ry riches deck the plain; Sylvanus may diffuse his honours round, And all the forest may with leaves be crown’d: Show’rs may descend, and dews their gems disclose, And nectar sparkle on the blooming rose. Such is thy pow’r, nor are thine orders vain, O thou the leader of the mental train: In full perfection all thy works are wrought, And thine the sceptre o’er the realms of thought. Before thy throne the subject-passions bow, Of subject-passions sov’reign ruler thou; At thy command joy rushes on the heart, And through the glowing veins the spirits dart. Fancy might now her silken pinions try To rise from earth, and sweep th’ expanse on high: From Tithon’s bed now might Aurora rise, Her cheeks all glowing with celestial dies, While a pure stream of light o’erflows the skies. The monarch of the day I might behold, And all the mountains tipt with radiant gold, But I reluctant leave the pleasing views, Which Fancy dresses to delight the Muse; Winter austere forbids me to aspire, And northern tempests damp the rising fire; They chill the tides of Fancy’s flowing sea, Cease then, my song, cease the unequal lay.

     



     
    A FUNERAL POEM ON THE DEATH OF C. E. AN INFANT OF TWELVE MONTHS.
    THROUGH airy roads he wings his instant flight To purer regions of celestial light; Enlarg’d he sees unnumber’d systems roll, Beneath him sees the universal whole, Planets on planets run their destin’d round, And circling wonders fill the vast profound. Th’ ethereal now, and now th’ empyreal skies With growing splendors strike his wond’ring eyes: The angels view him with delight unknown, Press his soft hand, and seat him on his throne; Then smilling thus: “To this divine abode, “The seat of saints, of seraphs, and of God, “Thrice welcome thou.” The raptur’d babe replies, “Thanks to my God, who snatch’d me to the skies, “E’er vice triumphant had possess’d my heart, “E’er yet the tempter had beguil d my heart, “E’er yet on sin’s base actions I was bent, “E’er yet I knew temptation’s dire intent; “E’er yet the lash for horrid crimes I felt, “E’er vanity had led my way to guilt, “But, soon arriv’d at my celestial goal, “Full glories rush on my expanding soul.” Joyful he spoke: exulting cherubs round Clapt their glad wings, the heav’nly vaults resound. Say, parents, why this unavailing moan? Why heave your pensive bosoms with the groan? To Charles, the happy subject of my song, A brighter world, and nobler strains belong. Say would you tear him from the realms above By thoughtless wishes, and prepost’rous love? Doth his felicity increase your pain? Or could you welcome to this world again The heir of bliss? with a superior air Methinks he answers with a smile severe, “Thrones and dominions cannot tempt me there.” But still you cry, “Can we the sigh forbear, “And still and still must we not pour the tear? “Our only hope, more dear than vital breath, “Twelve moons revolv’d, becomes the prey of death; “Delightful infant, nightly visions give “Thee to our arms, and we with joy receive, “We fain would clasp the Phantom to our breast, “The Phantom flies, and leaves the soul unblest.” To yon bright regions let your faith ascend, Prepare to join your dearest infant friend In pleasures without measure, without end.

     



     
    TO CAPTAIN H———D, OF THE 65TH REGIMENT.
    SAY, muse divine, can hostile scenes delight The warrior’s bosom in the fields of fight? Lo! here the christian and the hero join With mutual grace to form the man divine. In H——-D see with pleasure and surprise, Where valour kindles, and where virtue lies: Go, hero brave, still grace the post of fame, And add new glories to thine honour’d name, Still to the field, and still to virtue true: Britannia glories in no son like you.

     



     
    TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE WILLIAM, EARL OF DARTMOUTH
    His Majesty’s Principal Secretary of State for North-America, &c. HAIL, happy day, when, smiling like the morn, Fair Freedom rose New-England to adorn: The northern clime beneath her genial ray, Dartmouth, congratulates thy blissful sway: Elate with hope her race no longer mourns, Each soul expands, each grateful bosom burns, While in thine hand with pleasure we behold The silken reins, and Freedom’s charms unfold. Long lost to realms beneath the northern skies She shines supreme, while hated faction dies: Soon as appear’d the Goddess long desir’d, Sick at the view, she languish’d and expir’d; Thus from the splendors of the morning light The owl in sadness seeks the caves of night. No more, America, in mournful strain Of wrongs, and grievance unredress’d complain, No longer shalt thou dread the iron chain, Which wanton Tyranny with lawless hand Had made, and with it meant t’ enslave the land. Should you, my lord, while you peruse my song, Wonder from whence my love of Freedom sprung, Whence flow these wishes for the common good, By feeling hearts alone best understood, I, young in life, by seeming cruel fate Was snatch’d from Afric’s fancy’d happy seat: What pangs excruciating must molest, What sorrows labour in my parent’s breast? Steel’d was that soul and by no misery mov’d That from a father seiz’d his babe belov’d: Such, such my case. And can I then but pray Others may never feel tyrannic sway? For favours past, great Sir, our thanks are due, And thee we ask thy favours to renew, Since in thy pow’r, as in thy will before, To sooth the griefs, which thou did’st once deplore. May heav’nly grace the sacred sanction give To all thy works, and thou for ever live Not only on the wings of fleeting Fame, Though praise immortal crowns the patriot’s name, But to conduct to heav’ns refulgent fane, May fiery coursers sweep th’ ethereal plain, And bear thee upwards to that blest abode, Where, like the prophet, thou shalt find thy God.

     



     
    O D E  T O  N E P T U N E.
    On Mrs. W———‘s Voyage to England. I. WHILE raging tempests shake the shore, While AElus’ thunders round us roar, And sweep impetuous o’er the plain Be still, O tyrant of the main; Nor let thy brow contracted frowns betray, While my Susanna skims the wat’ry way. II. The Pow’r propitious hears the lay, The blue-ey’d daughters of the sea With sweeter cadence glide along, And Thames responsive joins the song. Pleas’d with their notes Sol sheds benign his ray, And double radiance decks the face of day. III. To court thee to Britannia’s arms Serene the climes and mild the sky, Her region boasts unnumber’d charms, Thy welcome smiles in ev’ry eye. Thy promise, Neptune keep, record my pray’r, Not give my wishes to the empty air. Boston, October 12, 1772.

     



     
    TO A LADY ON HER COMING TO NORTH-AMERICA WITH HER SON, FOR THE RECOVERY OF HER HEALTH.
    INDULGENT muse! my grov’ling mind inspire, And fill my bosom with celestial fire. See from Jamaica’s fervid shore she moves, Like the fair mother of the blooming loves, When from above the Goddess with her hand Fans the soft breeze, and lights upon the land; Thus she on Neptune’s wat’ry realm reclin’d Appear’d, and thus invites the ling’ring wind. “Arise, ye winds, America explore, “Waft me, ye gales, from this malignant shore; “The Northern milder climes I long to greet, “There hope that health will my arrival meet.” Soon as she spoke in my ideal view The winds assented, and the vessel flew. Madam, your spouse bereft of wife and son, In the grove’s dark recesses pours his moan; Each branch, wide-spreading to the ambient sky, Forgets its verdure, and submits to die. From thence I turn, and leave the sultry plain, And swift pursue thy passage o’er the main: The ship arrives before the fav’ring wind, And makes the Philadelphian port assign’d, Thence I attend you to Bostonia’s arms, Where gen’rous friendship ev’ry bosom warms: Thrice welcome here! may health revive again, Bloom on thy cheek, and bound in ev’ry vein! Then back return to gladden ev’ry heart, And give your spouse his soul’s far dearer part, Receiv’d again with what a sweet surprise, The tear in transport starting from his eyes! While his attendant son with blooming grace Springs to his father’s ever dear embrace. With shouts of joy Jamaica’s rocks resound, With shouts of joy the country rings around.

     



     
    TO A LADY ON HER REMARKABLE PRESERVATION IN AN HURRICANE IN NORTH-CAROLINA.
    THOUGH thou did’st hear the tempest from afar, And felt’st the horrors of the wat’ry war, To me unknown, yet on this peaceful shore Methinks I hear the storm tumultuous roar, And how stern Boreas with impetuous hand Compell’d the Nereids to usurp the land. Reluctant rose the daughters of the main, And slow ascending glided o’er the plain, Till AEolus in his rapid chariot drove In gloomy grandeur from the vault above: Furious he comes. His winged sons obey Their frantic sire, and madden all the sea. The billows rave, the wind’s fierce tyrant roars, And with his thund’ring terrors shakes the shores: Broken by waves the vessel’s frame is rent, And strows with planks the wat’ry element. But thee, Maria, a kind Nereid’s shield Preserv’d from sinking, and thy form upheld: And sure some heav’nly oracle design’d At that dread crisis to instruct thy mind Things of eternal consequence to weigh, And to thine heart just feelings to convey Of things above, and of the future doom, And what the births of the dread world to come. From tossing seas I welcome thee to land. “Resign her, Nereid,” ’twas thy God’s command. Thy spouse late buried, as thy fears conceiv’d, Again returns, thy fears are all reliev’d: Thy daughter blooming with superior grace Again thou see’st, again thine arms embrace; O come, and joyful show thy spouse his heir, And what the blessings of maternal care!

     



     
    TO A LADY AND HER CHILDREN, ON THE DEATH OF HER SON AND THEIR BROTHER.
    O’ERWHELMING sorrow now demands my song: From death the overwhelming sorrow sprung. What flowing tears? What hearts with grief opprest? What sighs on sighs heave the fond parent’s breast? The brother weeps, the hapless sisters join Th’ increasing woe, and swell the crystal brine; The poor, who once his gen’rous bounty fed, Droop, and bewail their benefactor dead. In death the friend, the kind companion lies, And in one death what various comfort dies! Th’ unhappy mother sees the sanguine rill Forget to flow, and nature’s wheels stand still, But see from earth his spirit far remov’d, And know no grief recals your best-belov’d: He, upon pinions swifter than the wind, Has left mortality’s sad scenes behind For joys to this terrestial state unknown, And glories richer than the monarch’s crown. Of virtue’s steady course the prize behold! What blissful wonders to his mind unfold! But of celestial joys I sing in vain: Attempt not, muse, the too advent’rous strain. No more in briny show’rs, ye friends around, Or bathe his clay, or waste them on the ground: Still do you weep, still wish for his return? How cruel thus to wish, and thus to mourn? No more for him the streams of sorrow pour, But haste to join him on the heav’nly shore, On harps of gold to tune immortal lays, And to your God immortal anthems raise.

     



     
    TO A GENTLEMAN AND LADY ON THE DEATH OF THE LADY’S BROTHER AND SISTER, AND A CHILD OF THE NAME OF AVIS, AGED ONE YEAR.
    ON Death’s domain intent I fix my eyes, Where human nature in vast ruin lies: With pensive mind I search the drear abode, Where the great conqu’ror has his spoils bestow’d; There where the offspring of six thousand years In endless numbers to my view appears: Whole kingdoms in his gloomy den are thrust, And nations mix with their primeval dust: Insatiate still he gluts the ample tomb; His is the present, his the age to come. See here a brother, here a sister spread, And a sweet daughter mingled with the dead. But, Madam, let your grief be laid aside, And let the fountain of your tears be dry’d, In vain they flow to wet the dusty plain, Your sighs are wafted to the skies in vain, Your pains they witness, but they can no more, While Death reigns tyrant o’er this mortal shore. The glowing stars and silver queen of light At last must perish in the gloom of night: Resign thy friends to that Almighty hand, Which gave them life, and bow to his command; Thine Avis give without a murm’ring heart, Though half thy soul be fated to depart. To shining guards consign thine infant care To waft triumphant through the seas of air: Her soul enlarg’d to heav’nly pleasure springs, She feeds on truth and uncreated things. Methinks I hear her in the realms above, And leaning forward with a filial love, Invite you there to share immortal bliss Unknown, untasted in a state like this. With tow’ring hopes, and growing grace arise, And seek beatitude beyond the skies.

     



     
    ON THE DEATH OF DR. SAMUEL MARSHALL. 1771.
    THROUGH thickest glooms look back, immortal shade, On that confusion which thy death has made: Or from Olympus’ height look down, and see A Town involv’d in grief bereft of thee. Thy Lucy sees thee mingle with the dead, And rends the graceful tresses from her head, Wild in her woe, with grief unknown opprest Sigh follows sigh deep heaving from her breast. Too quickly fled, ah! whither art thou gone? Ah! lost for ever to thy wife and son! The hapless child, thine only hope and heir, Clings round his mother’s neck, and weeps his sorrows there. The loss of thee on Tyler’s soul returns, And Boston for her dear physician mourns. When sickness call’d for Marshall’s healing hand, With what compassion did his soul expand? In him we found the father and the friend: In life how lov’d! how honour’d in his end! And must not then our AEsculapius stay To bring his ling’ring infant into day? The babe unborn in the dark womb is tost, And seems in anguish for its father lost. Gone is Apollo from his house of earth, But leaves the sweet memorials of his worth: The common parent, whom we all deplore, From yonder world unseen must come no more, Yet ‘midst our woes immortal hopes attend The spouse, the sire, the universal friend.

     



     
    TO A GENTLEMAN ON HIS VOYAGE TO GREAT-BRITAIN FOR THE RECOVERY OF HIS HEALTH.
    WHILE others chant of gay Elysian scenes, Of balmy zephyrs, and of flow’ry plains, My song more happy speaks a greater name, Feels higher motives and a nobler flame. For thee, O R——-, the muse attunes her strings, And mounts sublime above inferior things. I sing not now of green embow’ring woods, I sing not now the daughters of the floods, I sing not of the storms o’er ocean driv’n, And how they howl’d along the waste of heav’n. But I to R——- would paint the British shore, And vast Atlantic, not untry’d before: Thy life impair’d commands thee to arise, Leave these bleak regions and inclement skies, Where chilling winds return the winter past, And nature shudders at the furious blast. O thou stupendous, earth-enclosing main Exert thy wonders to the world again! If ere thy pow’r prolong’d the fleeting breath, Turn’d back the shafts, and mock’d the gates of death, If ere thine air dispens’d an healing pow’r, Or snatch’d the victim from the fatal hour, This equal case demands thine equal care, And equal wonders may this patient share. But unavailing, frantic is the dream To hope thine aid without the aid of him Who gave thee birth and taught thee where to flow, And in thy waves his various blessings show. May R——- return to view his native shore Replete with vigour not his own before, Then shall we see with pleasure and surprise, And own thy work, great Ruler of the skies!

     



     
    TO THE REV. DR. THOMAS AMORY, ON READING HIS SERMONS ON DAILY DEVOTION, IN WHICH THAT DUTY IS RECOMMENDED AND ASSISTED.
    TO cultivate in ev’ry noble mind Habitual grace, and sentiments refin’d, Thus while you strive to mend the human heart, Thus while the heav’nly precepts you impart, O may each bosom catch the sacred fire, And youthful minds to Virtue’s throne aspire! When God’s eternal ways you set in sight, And Virtue shines in all her native light, In vain would Vice her works in night conceal, For Wisdom’s eye pervades the sable veil. Artists may paint the sun’s effulgent rays, But Amory’s pen the brighter God displays: While his great works in Amory’s pages shine, And while he proves his essence all divine, The Atheist sure no more can boast aloud Of chance, or nature, and exclude the God; As if the clay without the potter’s aid Should rise in various forms, and shapes self-made, Or worlds above with orb o’er orb profound Self-mov’d could run the everlasting round. It cannot be—unerring Wisdom guides With eye propitious, and o’er all presides. Still prosper, Amory! still may’st thou receive The warmest blessings which a muse can give, And when this transitory state is o’er, When kingdoms fall, and fleeting Fame’s no more, May Amory triumph in immortal fame, A nobler title, and superior name!

     



     
    ON THE DEATH OF J. C. AN INFANT.
    NO more the flow’ry scenes of pleasure rife, Nor charming prospects greet the mental eyes, No more with joy we view that lovely face Smiling, disportive, flush’d with ev’ry grace. The tear of sorrow flows from ev’ry eye, Groans answer groans, and sighs to sighs reply; What sudden pangs shot thro’ each aching heart, When, Death, thy messenger dispatch’d his dart? Thy dread attendants, all-destroying Pow’r, Hurried the infant to his mortal hour. Could’st thou unpitying close those radiant eyes? Or fail’d his artless beauties to surprise? Could not his innocence thy stroke controul, Thy purpose shake, and soften all thy soul? The blooming babe, with shades of Death o’er-spread, No more shall smile, no more shall raise its head, But, like a branch that from the tree is torn, Falls prostrate, wither’d, languid, and forlorn. “Where flies my James?” ’tis thus I seem to hear The parent ask, “Some angel tell me where “He wings his passage thro’ the yielding air?” Methinks a cherub bending from the skies Observes the question, and serene replies, “In heav’ns high palaces your babe appears: “Prepare to meet him, and dismiss your tears.” Shall not th’ intelligence your grief restrain, And turn the mournful to the cheerful strain? Cease your complaints, suspend each rising sigh, Cease to accuse the Ruler of the sky. Parents, no more indulge the falling tear: Let Faith to heav’n’s refulgent domes repair, There see your infant, like a seraph glow: What charms celestial in his numbers flow Melodious, while the foul-enchanting strain Dwells on his tongue, and fills th’ ethereal plain? Enough—for ever cease your murm’ring breath; Not as a foe, but friend converse with Death, Since to the port of happiness unknown He brought that treasure which you call your own. The gift of heav’n intrusted to your hand Cheerful resign at the divine command: Not at your bar must sov’reign Wisdom stand.

     



     
    AN  H Y M N  TO  H U M A N I T Y.    TO S. P. G. ESQ;
    I. LO! for this dark terrestrial ball Forsakes his azure-paved hall A prince of heav’nly birth! Divine Humanity behold, What wonders rise, what charms unfold At his descent to earth! II. The bosoms of the great and good With wonder and delight he view’d, And fix’d his empire there: Him, close compressing to his breast, The sire of gods and men address’d, “My son, my heav’nly fair! III. “Descend to earth, there place thy throne; “To succour man’s afflicted son “Each human heart inspire: “To act in bounties unconfin’d “Enlarge the close contracted mind, “And fill it with thy fire.” IV. Quick as the word, with swift career He wings his course from star to star, And leaves the bright abode. The Virtue did his charms impart; Their G——-! then thy raptur’d heart Perceiv’d the rushing God: V. For when thy pitying eye did see The languid muse in low degree, Then, then at thy desire Descended the celestial nine; O’er me methought they deign’d to shine, And deign’d to string my lyre. VI. Can Afric’s muse forgetful prove? Or can such friendship fail to move A tender human heart? Immortal Friendship laurel-crown’d The smiling Graces all surround With ev’ry heav’nly Art.

     



     
    TO THE HONOURABLE T. H. ESQ; ON THE DEATH OF HIS DAUGHTER.
    WHILE deep you mourn beneath the cypress-shade The hand of Death, and your dear daughter laid In dust, whose absence gives your tears to flow, And racks your bosom with incessant woe, Let Recollection take a tender part, Assuage the raging tortures of your heart, Still the wild tempest of tumultuous grief, And pour the heav’nly nectar of relief: Suspend the sigh, dear Sir, and check the groan, Divinely bright your daughter’s Virtues shone: How free from scornful pride her gentle mind, Which ne’er its aid to indigence declin’d! Expanding free, it sought the means to prove Unfailing charity, unbounded love! She unreluctant flies to see no more Her dear-lov’d parents on earth’s dusky shore: Impatient heav’n’s resplendent goal to gain, She with swift progress cuts the azure plain, Where grief subsides, where changes are no more, And life’s tumultuous billows cease to roar; She leaves her earthly mansion for the skies, Where new creations feast her wond’ring eyes. To heav’n’s high mandate cheerfully resign’d She mounts, and leaves the rolling globe behind; She, who late wish’d that Leonard might return, Has ceas’d to languish, and forgot to mourn; To the same high empyreal mansions come, She joins her spouse, and smiles upon the tomb: And thus I hear her from the realms above: “Lo! this the kingdom of celestial love! “Could ye, fond parents, see our present bliss, “How soon would you each sigh, each fear dismiss? “Amidst unutter’d pleasures whilst I play “In the fair sunshine of celestial day, “As far as grief affects an happy soul “So far doth grief my better mind controul, “To see on earth my aged parents mourn, “And secret wish for T——-! to return: “Let brighter scenes your ev’ning-hours employ: “Converse with heav’n, and taste the promis’d joy”

     



     
    NIOBE IN DISTRESS FOR HER CHILDREN SLAIN BY APOLLO, FROM OVID’S METAMORPHOSES, BOOK VI. AND FROM A VIEW OF THE PAINTING OF MR. RICHARD WILSON.
    APOLLO’s wrath to man the dreadful spring Of ills innum’rous, tuneful goddess, sing! Thou who did’st first th’ ideal pencil give, And taught’st the painter in his works to live, Inspire with glowing energy of thought, What Wilson painted, and what Ovid wrote. Muse! lend thy aid, nor let me sue in vain, Tho’ last and meanest of the rhyming train! O guide my pen in lofty strains to show The Phrygian queen, all beautiful in woe. ’Twas where Maeonia spreads her wide domain Niobe dwelt, and held her potent reign: See in her hand the regal sceptre shine, The wealthy heir of Tantalus divine, He most distinguish’d by Dodonean Jove, To approach the tables of the gods above: Her grandsire Atlas, who with mighty pains Th’ ethereal axis on his neck sustains: Her other grandsire on the throne on high Rolls the loud-pealing thunder thro’ the sky. Her spouse, Amphion, who from Jove too springs, Divinely taught to sweep the sounding strings. Seven sprightly sons the royal bed adorn, Seven daughters beauteous as the op’ning morn, As when Aurora fills the ravish’d sight, And decks the orient realms with rosy light From their bright eyes the living splendors play, Nor can beholders bear the flashing ray. Wherever, Niobe, thou turn’st thine eyes, New beauties kindle, and new joys arise! But thou had’st far the happier mother prov’d, If this fair offspring had been less belov’d: What if their charms exceed Aurora’s teint. No words could tell them, and no pencil paint, Thy love too vehement hastens to destroy Each blooming maid, and each celestial boy. Now Manto comes, endu’d with mighty skill, The past to explore, the future to reveal. Thro’ Thebes’ wide streets Tiresia’s daughter came, Divine Latona’s mandate to proclaim: The Theban maids to hear the orders ran, When thus Maeonia’s prophetess began: “Go, Thebans! great Latona’s will obey, “And pious tribute at her altars pay: “With rights divine, the goddess be implor’d, “Nor be her sacred offspring unador’d.” Thus Manto spoke. The Theban maids obey, And pious tribute to the goddess pay. The rich perfumes ascend in waving spires, And altars blaze with consecrated fires; The fair assembly moves with graceful air, And leaves of laurel bind the flowing hair. Niobe comes with all her royal race, With charms unnumber’d, and superior grace: Her Phrygian garments of delightful hue, Inwove with gold, refulgent to the view, Beyond description beautiful she moves Like heav’nly Venus, ‘midst her smiles and loves: She views around the supplicating train, And shakes her graceful head with stern disdain, Proudly she turns around her lofty eyes, And thus reviles celestial deities: “What madness drives the Theban ladies fair “To give their incense to surrounding air? “Say why this new sprung deity preferr’d? “Why vainly fancy your petitions heard? “Or say why Caeus offspring is obey’d, “While to my goddesship no tribute’s paid? “For me no altars blaze with living fires, “No bullock bleeds, no frankincense transpires, “Tho’ Cadmus’ palace, not unknown to fame, “And Phrygian nations all revere my name. “Where’er I turn my eyes vast wealth I find, “Lo! here an empress with a goddess join’d. “What, shall a Titaness be deify’d, “To whom the spacious earth a couch deny’d! “Nor heav’n, nor earth, nor sea receiv’d your queen, “Till pitying Delos took the wand’rer in. “Round me what a large progeny is spread! “No frowns of fortune has my soul to dread. “What if indignant she decrease my train “More than Latona’s number will remain; “Then hence, ye Theban dames, hence haste away, “Nor longer off’rings to Latona pay; “Regard the orders of Amphion’s spouse, “And take the leaves of laurel from your brows.” Niobe spoke. The Theban maids obey’d, Their brows unbound, and left the rights unpaid. The angry goddess heard, then silence broke On Cynthus’ summit, and indignant spoke; “Phoebus! behold, thy mother in disgrace, “Who to no goddess yields the prior place “Except to Juno’s self, who reigns above, “The spouse and sister of the thund’ring Jove. “Niobe, sprung from Tantalus, inspires “Each Theban bosom with rebellious fires; “No reason her imperious temper quells, “But all her father in her tongue rebels; “Wrap her own sons for her blaspheming breath, “Apollo! wrap them in the shades of death.” Latona ceas’d, and ardent thus replies The God, whose glory decks th’ expanded skies. “Cease thy complaints, mine be the task assign’d “To punish pride, and scourge the rebel mind.” This Phoebe join’d.—They wing their instant flight; Thebes trembled as th’ immortal pow’rs alight. With clouds incompass’d glorious Phoebus stands; The feather’d vengeance quiv’ring in his hands. Near Cadmus’ walls a plain extended lay, Where Thebes’ young princes pass’d in sport the day: There the bold coursers bounded o’er the plains, While their great masters held the golden reins. Ismenus first the racing pastime led, And rul’d the fury of his flying steed. “Ah me,” he sudden cries, with shrieking breath, While in his breast he feels the shaft of death; He drops the bridle on his courser’s mane, Before his eyes in shadows swims the plain, He, the first-born of great Amphion’s bed, Was struck the first, first mingled with the dead. Then didst thou, Sipylus, the language hear Of fate portentous whistling in the air: As when th’ impending storm the sailor sees He spreads his canvas to the fav’ring breeze, So to thine horse thou gav’st the golden reins, Gav’st him to rush impetuous o’er the plains: But ah! a fatal shaft from Phoebus’ hand Smites thro’ thy neck, and sinks thee on the sand. Two other brothers were at wrestling found, And in their pastime claspt each other round: A shaft that instant from Apollo’s hand Transfixt them both, and stretcht them on the sand: Together they their cruel fate bemoan’d, Together languish’d, and together groan’d: Together too th’ unbodied spirits fled, And sought the gloomy mansions of the dead. Alphenor saw, and trembling at the view, Beat his torn breast, that chang’d its snowy hue. He flies to raise them in a kind embrace; A brother’s fondness triumphs in his face: Alphenor fails in this fraternal deed, A dart dispatch’d him (so the fates decreed:) Soon as the arrow left the deadly wound, His issuing entrails smoak’d upon the ground. What woes on blooming Damasichon wait! His sighs portend his near impending fate. Just where the well-made leg begins to be, And the soft sinews form the supple knee, The youth sore wounded by the Delian god Attempts t’ extract the crime-avenging rod, But, whilst he strives the will of fate t’ avert, Divine Apollo sends a second dart; Swift thro’ his throat the feather’d mischief flies, Bereft of sense, he drops his head, and dies. Young Ilioneus, the last, directs his pray’r, And cries, “My life, ye gods celestial! spare.” Apollo heard, and pity touch’d his heart, But ah! too late, for he had sent the dart: Thou too, O Ilioneus, art doom’d to fall, The fates refuse that arrow to recal. On the swift wings of ever flying Fame To Cadmus’ palace soon the tidings came: Niobe heard, and with indignant eyes She thus express’d her anger and surprise: “Why is such privilege to them allow’d? “Why thus insulted by the Delian god? “Dwells there such mischief in the pow’rs above? “Why sleeps the vengeance of immortal Jove?” For now Amphion too, with grief oppress’d, Had plung’d the deadly dagger in his breast. Niobe now, less haughty than before, With lofty head directs her steps no more She, who late told her pedigree divine, And drove the Thebans from Latona’s shrine, How strangely chang’d!—yet beautiful in woe, She weeps, nor weeps unpity’d by the foe. On each pale corse the wretched mother spread Lay overwhelm’d with grief, and kiss’d her dead, Then rais’d her arms, and thus, in accents slow, “Be sated cruel Goddess! with my woe; “If I’ve offended, let these streaming eyes, “And let this sev’nfold funeral suffice: “Ah! take this wretched life you deign’d to save, “With them I too am carried to the grave. “Rejoice triumphant, my victorious foe, “But show the cause from whence your triumphs flow? “Tho’ I unhappy mourn these children slain, “Yet greater numbers to my lot remain.” She ceas’d, the bow string twang’d with awful sound, Which struck with terror all th’ assembly round, Except the queen, who stood unmov’d alone, By her distresses more presumptuous grown. Near the pale corses stood their sisters fair In sable vestures and dishevell’d hair; One, while she draws the fatal shaft away, Faints, falls, and sickens at the light of day. To sooth her mother, lo! another flies, And blames the fury of inclement skies, And, while her words a filial pity show, Struck dumb—indignant seeks the shades below. Now from the fatal place another flies, Falls in her flight, and languishes, and dies. Another on her sister drops in death; A fifth in trembling terrors yields her breath; While the sixth seeks some gloomy cave in vain, Struck with the rest, and mingled with the slain. One only daughter lives, and she the least; The queen close clasp’d the daughter to her breast: “Ye heav’nly pow’rs, ah spare me one,” she cry’d, “Ah! spare me one,” the vocal hills reply’d: In vain she begs, the Fates her suit deny, In her embrace she sees her daughter die. * “The queen of all her family bereft, “Without or husband, son, or daughter left, “Grew stupid at the shock. The passing air “Made no impression on her stiff’ning hair. * This Verse To The End Is The Work Of Another Hand. “The blood forsook her face: amidst the flood “Pour’d from her cheeks, quite fix’d her eye-balls “stood. “Her tongue, her palate both obdurate grew, “Her curdled veins no longer motion knew; “The use of neck, and arms, and feet was gone, “And ev’n her bowels hard’ned into stone: “A marble statue now the queen appears, “But from the marble steal the silent tears.”

     



     
    TO S. M. A YOUNG AFRICAN PAINTER, ON SEEING HIS WORKS.
    TO show the lab’ring bosom’s deep intent, And thought in living characters to paint, When first thy pencil did those beauties give, And breathing figures learnt from thee to live, How did those prospects give my soul delight, A new creation rushing on my sight? Still, wond’rous youth! each noble path pursue, On deathless glories fix thine ardent view: Still may the painter’s and the poet’s fire To aid thy pencil, and thy verse conspire! And may the charms of each seraphic theme Conduct thy footsteps to immortal fame! High to the blissful wonders of the skies Elate thy soul, and raise thy wishful eyes. Thrice happy, when exalted to survey That splendid city, crown’d with endless day, Whose twice six gates on radiant hinges ring: Celestial Salem blooms in endless spring. Calm and serene thy moments glide along, And may the muse inspire each future song! Still, with the sweets of contemplation bless’d, May peace with balmy wings your soul invest! But when these shades of time are chas’d away, And darkness ends in everlasting day, On what seraphic pinions shall we move, And view the landscapes in the realms above? There shall thy tongue in heav’nly murmurs flow, And there my muse with heav’nly transport glow: No more to tell of Damon’s tender sighs, Or rising radiance of Aurora’s eyes, For nobler themes demand a nobler strain, And purer language on th’ ethereal plain. Cease, gentle muse! the solemn gloom of night Now seals the fair creation from my sight.

     



     
    TO HIS HONOUR THE LIEUTENANT-GOVERNOR, ON THE DEATH OF HIS LADY. MARCH 24, 1773.
    ALL-Conquering Death! by thy resistless pow’r, Hope’s tow’ring plumage falls to rise no more! Of scenes terrestrial how the glories fly, Forget their splendors, and submit to die! Who ere escap’d thee, but the saint * of old Beyond the flood in sacred annals told, And the great sage, + whom fiery coursers drew To heav’n’s bright portals from Elisha’s view; Wond’ring he gaz’d at the refulgent car, Then snatch’d the mantle floating on the air. From Death these only could exemption boast, And without dying gain’d th’ immortal coast. Not falling millions sate the tyrant’s mind, Nor can the victor’s progress be confin’d. But cease thy strife with Death, fond Nature, cease: He leads the virtuous to the realms of peace; * Enoch. + Elijah. His to conduct to the immortal plains, Where heav’n’s Supreme in bliss and glory reigns. There sits, illustrious Sir, thy beauteous spouse; A gem-blaz’d circle beaming on her brows. Hail’d with acclaim among the heav’nly choirs, Her soul new-kindling with seraphic fires, To notes divine she tunes the vocal strings, While heav’n’s high concave with the music rings. Virtue’s rewards can mortal pencil paint? No—all descriptive arts, and eloquence are faint; Nor canst thou, Oliver, assent refuse To heav’nly tidings from the Afric muse. As soon may change thy laws, eternal fate, As the saint miss the glories I relate; Or her Benevolence forgotten lie, Which wip’d the trick’ling tear from Misry’s eye. Whene’er the adverse winds were known to blow, When loss to loss * ensu’d, and woe to woe, Calm and serene beneath her father’s hand She sat resign’d to the divine command. No longer then, great Sir, her death deplore, And let us hear the mournful sigh no more, Restrain the sorrow streaming from thine eye, Be all thy future moments crown’d with joy! Nor let thy wishes be to earth confin’d, But soaring high pursue th’ unbodied mind. Forgive the muse, forgive th’ advent’rous lays, That fain thy soul to heav’nly scenes would raise.

     



     
    A FAREWEL TO AMERICA. TO MRS. S. W.
    I. ADIEU, New-England’s smiling meads, Adieu, the flow’ry plain: I leave thine op’ning charms, O spring, And tempt the roaring main. II. In vain for me the flow’rets rise, And boast their gaudy pride, While here beneath the northern skies I mourn for health deny’d. III. Celestial maid of rosy hue, O let me feel thy reign! I languish till thy face I view, Thy vanish’d joys regain. IV. Susanna mourns, nor can I bear To see the crystal show’r, Or mark the tender falling tear At sad departure’s hour; V. Not unregarding can I see Her soul with grief opprest: But let no sighs, no groans for me, Steal from her pensive breast. VI. In vain the feather’d warblers sing, In vain the garden blooms, And on the bosom of the spring Breathes out her sweet perfumes. VII. While for Britannia’s distant shore We sweep the liquid plain, And with astonish’d eyes explore The wide-extended main. VIII. Lo! Health appears! celestial dame! Complacent and serene, With Hebe’s mantle o’er her Frame, With soul-delighting mein. IX. To mark the vale where London lies With misty vapours crown’d, Which cloud Aurora’s thousand dyes, And veil her charms around. X. Why, Phoebus, moves thy car so slow? So slow thy rising ray? Give us the famous town to view, Thou glorious king of day!
    XI. For thee, Britannia, I resign New-England’s smiling fields; To view again her charms divine, What joy the prospect yields! XII. But thou! Temptation hence away, With all thy fatal train, Nor once seduce my soul away, By thine enchanting strain. XIII. Thrice happy they, whose heav’nly shield Secures their souls from harms, And fell Temptation on the field Of all its pow’r disarms! Boston, May 7, 1773.

     



     
    A REBUS, BY I. B.
    I. A BIRD delicious to the taste, On which an army once did feast, Sent by an hand unseen; A creature of the horned race, Which Britain’s royal standards grace; A gem of vivid green; II. A town of gaiety and sport, Where beaux and beauteous nymphs resort, And gallantry doth reign; A Dardan hero fam’d of old For youth and beauty, as we’re told, And by a monarch slain; III. A peer of popular applause, Who doth our violated laws, And grievances proclaim. Th’ initials show a vanquish’d town, That adds fresh glory and renown To old Britannia’s fame.

     



     
    AN ANSWER TO THE REBUS, BY THE AUTHOR OF THESE POEMS.
    THE poet asks, and Phillis can’t refuse To show th’ obedience of the Infant muse. She knows the Quail of most inviting taste Fed Israel’s army in the dreary waste; And what’s on Britain’s royal standard borne, But the tall, graceful, rampant Unicorn? The Emerald with a vivid verdure glows Among the gems which regal crowns compose; Boston’s a town, polite and debonair, To which the beaux and beauteous nymphs repair, Each Helen strikes the mind with sweet surprise, While living lightning flashes from her eyes, See young Euphorbus of the Dardan line By Manelaus’ hand to death resign: The well known peer of popular applause Is C——m zealous to support our laws. Quebec now vanquish’d must obey, She too much annual tribute pay To Britain of immortal fame. And add new glory to her name.
    F I N I S.





     
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  17. richardmurray

    Poetry or More...

    By richardmurray,

    I successfully published a poetry book, i entitled, Poetry or More. Now, the original plan I used is to place three year in one book, text side audio. Unfortunately, a 100MB or 100,000KB limit exist on ebooks that can be loaded <that is fair cause that equate to a huge amount from raw text>. Thus, I made four version, one is only text that include all the years. The other three are partials: 2015-2016, 2017 January to June, or 2017 July to December. 
    The text only includes all the poem stories, poem of the months or seasons. I placed the links to each Poetry or More variant below, and if you want an excerpt I kept the December solstice 2017/December 2017/December Poem Story 2017/July Aphelion 2017 poem blog entries. All is linked below. Enjoy. 
     
    Poetry or More 2015-2017 text only
    https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/poetry-or-more-1
    Poetry or More 2015-2016 audio or text 
    https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/poetry-or-more-2
    Poetry or more 2017 January to June audio or text
    https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/poetry-or-more-3
    Poetry or more 2017 July to December audio or text
    https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/poetry-or-more
    Overdrive links 
    https://www.overdrive.com/series/richard-murray-short-story-collection
    December Poem Story 2017
    https://aalbc.com/tc/blogs/entry/137-december-2017-poem-story/
    December 2017 
    https://aalbc.com/tc/blogs/entry/134-july-aphelion-2017-poem/https://aalbc.com/tc/blogs/entry/120-december-2017-poem/
     
     
    July Aphelion 2017 
    Listen to "January Perihelion 2017" on Spreaker.
    Farthest from the light 
    Is the ancient under water wheel 
    Seahorse, crab, anchovy, or like, dance in it 
    The last to it's kind 
    It's descendent's, kill or betray the old life 
    ...Long before man, or when dinosaur's began 
    Earth made the ancient plant's 
    To play side all other children 
    But... came a change 
    Earth became cloudy, the sunlight distant in essence 
    And, nearest penultimate ancient plant's died 
    But the heart from Earth, did not want all to die 
    And embrac'd the ancient under water wheel 
    To usher in the dinosaur 
    And, it surviv'd, to today, deep in the water 
    Far from the sun , alway's
    Audio ( https://www.spreaker.com/user/6716082/july-aphelion-2017 ) 
    Check out my ebooks- the free one is noted, please read/enjoy/give me your response:
    Sunset Children Stories: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/sunset-children-stories  
    Looking West and West: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/looking-west-and-west  
    Janidogo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/the-janidogo  
    The Gospel of Joseph: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/gospel-of-joseph  
    The Nyotenda FREE : https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/the-nyotenda   Includes a comic. The following link is an excerpt LINK
     
     
    December 2017 Poem 

     
    December
     I hear some speak to maturity 
    why am I not convince? 
    do I have access to a wise diary 
    am I living behind a fence 
    nothing literal or from prison is about me 
    sole support from my sense 
    kin to all common water's  
    born from being many schnee 
    each winter, the former liquid chime, Never  Again! 
    On the craterous surface, will we be sow 
    Under only the sky, above all other life, is our remaining time 
    ... then the sun rise, and maturity prove elusive again 
    ... I hear few speak to possibility 
    why do most shun if sense 
    do they have no craft they fee 
    are they surround from total absence? 
    nothing craftal or annihil they don't see 
    all support from their mince 
    kin to all warstarter's 
    born from inherent malflee 
    each winter, the sanguine rhyme, Always Again! 
    In the cavernous channels, will we be sow 
    Under only the hide, between all other life, is our remaining time 
    ... then the lids rise, and possibility prove all coming again 
    ...Can a possible be immature 
    Is immaturity a craft from some possible 
    to reject all other possible 
    Do the questions prove sense? 
      
    Audio ( https://www.spreaker.com/user/6716082/october-2017-poem )
    Check out my ebooks 
    LINK Short Story Collections 
    LINK JIHI series
    LINK The Gospel of Joseph: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/gospel-of-joseph  
     
     
    December Solstice 2017 
    Happy December Solstice. Mama Earth in less than a moment tilt her axis farthest from parallel to the Sun, more than any other time save one between the Perihelions. May those in the northern hemisphere, have a collective , communal warmth, may those in the southern hemisphere, have a energetic smooth cool. 

     
    A once virgin prince, now white hair king
    Ponder to her tomb, the Last Rose, from Hadinchi
    On his regal seat, in a cold empty hall
    He remember, the fairies dance, on all the jewel pall's
    No longer their sprinkle's, in this long fall
    He leave his seat, stride slow on broke floor
    He see her portrait, made when good time's were more
    A goblin weave'd her skin, from hairs on the amber boar
    No longer it make step, in this long fall
    Open the hall door, and on to the mausoleum
    The path shimmer or shine, throughway, to where his woe's sum
    From glass depicting her life, molded from dragon fire's, or jitu hum's
    No longer they breath or song, in this long fall
    Finally, to her body rest, in grandeur timeless
    A statue made, from the king mind or hand, to her likeness
    Eight ninth from centuries, on the craft, and still a jumble mess
    No longer can he remake, in this long fall
    And fall... the white hair king, crying My Love! my love...
    Time smooth over, and none recall, or only hear whisper, in winter
    To the once virgin prince or Tamawari, his lover
    ...But, the rarest whisper, say a black dove cry in a spring, will end their leter
     
    Audio link( https://www.spreaker.com/user/6716082/december-solstice-2017-poem )
    Check out my ebooks- the free one is noted, please read/enjoy/give me your response:
    LINK Short Story Collections 
    LINK JIHI series
    LINK The Gospel of Joseph: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/gospel-of-joseph  
    Be Safe
     
    December 2017 Poem Story 
     

     
    Somewhere, or sometime, in existence 
    In a temporal expanse 
    Tween cluster's from star's or nebula's  
    On a planet from like set 
    Aside a beach, part to an isle in the caribbean, is waterfall's 
    Where she sit 
    I don't know her name 
    Have not ask'd about 
    Been here a few day, and still not approach 
    I have no game, or malice play 
    A simple joy, watching the sun, shadow, wind, or mist mix, about her, or her dress 
    But... time is near done 
    The time this somewhere 
    Me no romeo, her no juliet 
    Nor us two ship, to make a living idol or gret or regret 
    Only a woman enjoying the sun, shadow, wind, or mist, mix about her, or her dress 
    Or a man enjoying where she sit, honorable distance, no persistence 
    Two pleasant, quiet, honest... 
     
    model: amber rayne 
    photographer: Travis Houze 
    https://www.flickr.com/photos/37051354@N04/27333584943/
     
    Check out my ebooks-  please read/enjoy/give me your response:
    LINK Short Story Collections 
    LINK JIHI series
    LINK The Gospel of Joseph: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/gospel-of-joseph  
     
  18. richardmurray

    Pokemon Rainforest Collab

    By richardmurray,


    Interactives
    I was unable to get all the links to various work. I searched the group and early posts to see as many as possible.
    If you are an owner of a pokemon and want a link , merely comment with the U.R.L. to your work and I will add it.
     
     
     

     
    The official post
    https://www.deviantart.com/charityguildmaster/art/Rainforest-Charity-Collab-115-CLOSED-979751392
     
    I used https://www.image-map.net/
     to construct the image map. 
     
    Prior post concerning the rainforest collab
     
  21. richardmurray

    PRofessional Bootcamp

    By richardmurray,


    Gaming Craft
    Learn More & Register Join us for our second-annual Professional Bootcamp, presented by the*gameHERs and Belong Gaming Arenas! Sign up for 3-days of informative events including panels, educational webinars, and roundtable discussions with gaming industry experts. Plus, you’ll be able to join the conversation, connect with industry professionals, and directly speak with them in RitualMotion GUILD!

    This event is the perfect opportunity to learn more about what goes on behind the scenes in various parts of the gaming industry, including cosplay, streaming, esports, community management, game design, and more. And... your registration automatically enters you for a chance to win a Respawn 200 gaming chair!   Just a few of our exciting sessions include: Professional Bootcamp Kickoff with Belong Gaming Arenas with Mary Antieul – VP, Customer and Strategy at Belong Gaming Arenas Goddess Gab: The Gamer without the Girl with Emi Vener – Executive Director at The Athena Alliance CLT Content Creator and Organizational Influence with Ashley "MiDNiTE" Glassel – Director of Content at Version 1 Our Lived Experiences: Non-Binary in the Gaming Industry with Raffy Regulus – President & Co-founder of NYC Gaymers How to Identify Your Personal Brand with Chibith0t – Event Curator, Fashion Consultant, Stylist at Noir Network/LanPartyStudios Along with panels on: Contemporary Issues & Solutions in Esports featuring
    *Ahman Green, ESports Head Coach at Lakeland University
    *Halina Malik, Director of Content at eFuse
    *Freya Marquardt, VP of Marketing at Vite Kitchens

    Women Building the Metaverse & Beyond featuring
    *Ahna Boley, Chief Experience Officer at Double A Labs
    *Keisha Howard, Founder of Sugar Gamers

    Streaming 101 featuring
    *Morgan Biemiller, Head of Design at Streamlabs
    *Michelle Henderson, Head of Success at Streamlabs

    Let's Talk College Esports featuring
    *Kyla Kennedy, Director of Esports at LevelNext
    *Sari Kitelyn, Executive Director, Esports and Project Development at Full Sail University
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    Get Inspired: A Conversation with Industry Game Changers featuring
    *Britanni Johnson, CEO & Founder of TVRN
    *Heather "sapphiRe" Garozzo, VP of Events at VP of Events at Dignitas & Raidiant
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    And more!   Thank you to our incredible sponsor! Belong Gaming Arenas is home to a growing community which welcomes all gamers - from professional and casual, to those who are new to the world of gaming! Creating unforgettable grassroots experiences for gamers across the nation starts by bringing together people who share a commitment and passion for gaming. Our mission is to deliver inclusive gaming environments for all who love to watch, play, and compete together. Our vision is to provide a home for every gamer and gaming community - a place to Belong. Everyone can feel like they’re part of something bigger at Belong Arenas!    Thank you to our partners! Ritual Motion was formed in 2018 with the mission to develop content, products, services and experiences FOR THE GOOD OF GAMERS. Since launching, the brand has reached an audience of millions across its website, media promotions, social platforms, events and campaigns. With its latest product, Ritual Motion GUILD, the brand aims to support the growing creator economy for gamers. This innovative social sharing and collaboration platform allows gamers to create, collaborate, and share content with a more deliberate and enhanced audience experience. Founded on the belief that we want to help creators make a living doing what they love, Streamlabs provides a robust suite of features to help creators grow their audience, increase engagement with viewers, and improve monetization. At Streamlabs, people can be open and ourselves, where ideas and innovation can thrive and where driven individuals can come together to build. We are a team that is deeply passionate about the creator industry, building products for streamers and creators. iFOLIO® helps companies grow with a digital marketing platform for the mobile world. Enhance digital presence with web sites and landing pages that are easy to build and update. Ditch old school business cards, presentations, and emails for modern digital presentations and text message campaigns. Engage clients with QR codes and e-signatures. Speed sales cycles and target customer engagement with patented analytics. Make work easier with all the tools you need to grow! Contact us today at www.ifolio.cloud/home and @iFOLIO.   Register to Win! Sign Up Now!






  23. richardmurray
    To Order
    personal message here https://www.deviantart.com/mystic-skillz
    or place order her https://www.twitch.tv/mysticskillzms
     
    ANimations + games from Mystic SKillz
    https://aalbc.com/tc/search/?&q=mystic skillz&type=blog_entry&quick=1&nodes=62&search_and_or=or&sortby=relevancy
     
  24. richardmurray
    What's up fam of BGE
    I was having a conversation early today with two young brothas talking bout video games..... One of these bros mentioned that he did not know one black female gamer. (Till he saw me rocking my RE2 GRAPHIC T-SHIRT) I'm like
    We are out there but unfortunately we don't get the same recognition as the bro's.
    😔
    My questions to BGE..... How many black female gamers do you know personally....And Why the exclusion 
    From Mergirl Dunne of Black Games Elite
    BGE mewe page
    https://mewe.com/group/5f6a6b1e9bfa191d3a68cc0c/profile/5c3e37f67f857d550f1d9eea
    Mergirl Dunne Mewe page
    https://mewe.com/i/mergirlwhitedunne
  25. richardmurray

    Rainforest Pokemon Collaboration

    By richardmurray,


    Game Art
    Once I made a plushie form of a pokemon for a positive donation to make a wish.

     
    Here is the link to my work, can you find it in the image above?
    https://www.deviantart.com/hddeviant/art/Bedtime-with-Sudowoodo-plushie-944022157
     
    Now, to make positive donations to the nature conservancy, I created another. When the collab image comes up I will post it, for now, you can see mine. 
    https://www.deviantart.com/hddeviant/art/Sudowoodo-in-the-rainforest-Color-981132583
     
    I also have Dedenne, and i already figured what I will do, but I will create next week. It is writing time:) 
     
    Also, if you are feeling a strong pokemon vibe,  i made a sudowoodo in random colors. 
    https://www.deviantart.com/hddeviant/art/Sudowoodo-random-colors-color-981133324
     
    Hopefully when I am done , per my planning, the last months of 2023 I can focus on black games elite doing something similar or involved likewise.
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