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“ If in such a night,” following philomel's voice,
As she sings such a song to the listening air, Sequester'd from crowds, or by chance or by choice,
To this bower should two gentle spirits repair:
Whilst tenderness breathes in the nightingale's strain,
To tenderness tun'd, as delighted they stray, This verse may they see, if this verse should remain,
Nor heedlessly turn from a wanderer's lay.
Perhaps they will deem hinn neglected, forlorn,
As they mark how unequal his numbers all fou', Of fortune the sport, or of beauty the scorn,
Conjecture his sorrows, and pity his woe.
Ah, no, let thein envy his happier fate,
Let them envy the youth that to Stella is dear; Nor wish he was wealthy, nor wish he was great, Whose poverty proves that her love was sincere !
General Evening Post,
Written under a Busto of Comus.
While rosy wreaths the goblet deck,
May care and business never find.
"Come every muse without restraint,
Respects religion and the laws;
True mirth, that cheerfulness supplies “ To modest ears and decent eyes; “Let these indulge the liveliest sallies, “ Both scorn the canker'd help of malice; “ True to their country and their friend, “ Both scorn to flatter or offend."
General Evening Post.
TO MRS. *****
With a Ring
Thce, Mary, with this ring I wed,"
Here then, to day, (with faith as sure
INGREDIENTS OF CONTENTMENT.
Seek ye to know what keeps the mind
At morning, store of cream and tea,
THE FIRST OF NOVEMBER:
OR, THE WINTER'S WALK.
Behold, my fair, where'er we rove,
What dreary prospects round us rise! The naked hill, the leafless greve,
The hoary ground, the frowning skies!
Nor only thro' the wasted plain,
Stern winter, is thy force confess'd; Still wider spreads thy horrid reign,
I feel thy power usurp my breast.
Enliv'ning hope and fond desire,
Resign the heart to spleen and care; Scarce frighted love maintains its fire,
And rapture saddens to despair.
In groundless hope, and causeless fear,
Unhappy man! behold thy doom
The slave of sunshine and of gloom.
Tir'd with vain joys and false alarms,
With mental and corporeal strife,
INVOCATION TO THE ROSE.
Child of the summer,-charming rose !
No longer in confinement lie, Arise to light, thy forin disclose,
Rival the splendour of the sky!
The rains are gone, the storms are o'er,
Winter retires to make thee way; Come then, thou sweetly blushing flow'r,
Oh! lovely stranger, come away!
The sun is dress'd in beamy smiles,
To give thy beauties to the day, Young zephyrs wait with gentle gales,
To fan thy bosom as they play!