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SOLITUDE.

From COWLEY'S Ode to Solitude.

HERE let me, careless and unthoughtful lying,
Hear the soft winds above me flying,

With all their wanton boughs dispute,
And the more tuneful birds to both replying,
Nor be myself, too, mute.

A silver stream shall roll his waters near,
Gilt with the sunbeams here and there,
On whose enamel'd bank I'll walk,
And see how prettily they sinile,
And hear how prettily they talk.

Ah! wretched and too solitary he,
Who loves not his own company!
He'll feel the weight of it many a day,
Unless he calls in sin or vanity
To help to bear it away.

VOL. III.

AN ODE TO SPRING.

By GRAY.

Now the golden morn aloft
Waves her dew-bespangled wing,
With vermeil cheek and whisper soft

She woos the tardy spring;

Till April starts and calls around

The sleeping fragrance from the ground;

And lightly o'er the living scene

Scatters his freshest, tend'rest green.

New-born flocks, in rustic dance,
Frisking ply their feeble feet,
Forgetful of their wintry trance
The birds his presence greet:
But chief the sky-lark warbles high
His trembling, thrilling ecstasy;
And lessening from the dazzled sight,
Melts into air and liquid light.

I

Rise, my soul! on wings of fire,
Rise the rapt'rous quire among;
Hark! 'tis nature strikes the lyre,
And leads the general song:
Warm let the lyric transport flow,
Warm as the ray that bids it glow;
And animates the vernal grove
With health, with harmony, and love.

Yesterday the sullen year

Saw the snowy whirlwind fly;
Mute was the music of the air,
The herd stood drooping by;
Their raptures now that wildly flow,
No yesterday nor morrow know;
'Tis man alone that joy descries,
With forward, and reverted eyes.

See the wretch, that long has tost
On the thorny bed of pain,
At length repair his vigour lost,
And breathe, and walk again :
The meanest flow'ret of the vale,
The simplest note that swells the gale,
The common sun, the air, the skies,
To him are opening paradise.

THE GOLDEN GRAVE.

An old Irish legend has been thus beautifully translated by L. E. L. (Miss LANDON.)

He sleeps within his lonely grave

Upon the lonely hill,

There sweeps the wind-there swells the wave

All other sounds are still.

And strange and mournfully sound they;

Each seems a funeral cry,

O'er life that long has past away,

O'er ages long gone by.