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And, oh, to tell the charms her form array'dV 

 The winnitig sweetness that her face display'd ! 

 On her alone we could or think oi" gaze, 

 And our rapt souls were lost in sweet amaze. 



Stassi I'avaro sguardo in se raccolto, 

 E i tesori d'Amore, e i suoi nasconde.* 



Declin'd oh earth, her modest look denies, 

 To shew the starry lustre of her eyes. 



MOIRA-BORB, 



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Deck'd by soft love, with sweet attractive grace, 



And all the charms of inifid-illumiii'd face; 



Before our host the beauteous stranger bow'd, 



And, thrown to earth, her eyes their glories shroud, moira-borb. 



Donna, 



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Che da te si ricerca? e donde ■\aensi?'''^ '' 

 Qual tua ventura, o nostra, or qui ti mena? 



Say, 



* This passage is rendt:rcdj,ess elegantly, but more faithfully, by Mr. 

 Doyne,— ,., ., . ., 



Her sparefiil eyes, their brightest beams retain'il ; 

 Love's treasure, and her own, were there coneeal'd. 



Doyne's translation of the Gerusalemmc Llberata, which was once much 

 read and admired, at least for its fidelity, seems to be now almost totally un- 

 known. It is very extraordinary, however, that it should have escaped the 

 notice of Mr. Hoole. Philip Doyne was an Irish gentleman, of taste, talents, 

 and erudition. While he was a student in the College of Dublin, he distin- 

 guished himself by some poetical exercises. He afterwards undertook, with 

 the assistance of his Italian master, Signor Palermo, a translation of Tasso's 

 noble poem, in blank verse, which was published by Ewing, in 1761, in two 

 volumes octavo. He died soon after. 



