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Original Poeify. 



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LOVE ILEGY. 



•TpHE fpaTkling wine foams high — a truce to 



^ Care ! 



Time bins us hafte celeftial joys to fip ; 



The Irailing bt-v'iage, like a wanton fair, 



S.ai s from the cup to meet the Klowins; 

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Lp. 



And will y<? flight therofy God of Wine ? 

 Deep in tl'.e bowl cifTolve Lov^e's magic 

 pearl; 

 For coy and cruel nymphs forbear to pine, 

 Pleafure knows none but the kind, wil- 

 ■ ling girl. 



Ciip\p ! vile urchin, In Love's lift campaign. 

 Deep v;3S my v/ound when mifchief wing'd 

 thy dart ! 

 But tell me, Ci:loe, what was thy difdain? 

 With keener vvo= it rent my bleeding 

 heart. 



Like fome poor ghoftj whofe grave knows no 

 repofe, 

 i walkM the night, devour'd writh wan 

 , dcfpair ; 

 Scaling the clift", tho' bent with heavy woes, 

 I plung'd amidft the waves to drown my 

 cafe. 



Cold was the fea that quench'd my bofom's 

 five; 

 Love fank o'erwhelm'd amidft old Ocean's 



roar ; ' 

 Loud rav'd the v/ind, yet calm grew each 

 deliie, 

 I curit rny fair one's charms— and fought 

 the Ihore. 



*' Unfeeling Ocean," weeping Cupids fung, 

 " Could not our pray'rs your cruel bofoin 

 move ? 

 *' When frii::i your wcmb our mother, Venus, 

 fpn.nj;, 

 " Alas ! how could you prove the Death 

 of Luvc ? 



HiLARlO. 



' Foi" th^'RIorttfly MiJgazine. 



TJAJL! to thee, MaiJ^ of power divine, 

 Th.u who oanftmakc the future fiiine. 



In Flatt'ry's colojrstlrcft : 

 Biing with ihee fcents of fairy joy, 

 L'nmix'o with care, or baf-? allo\, 



And footh my foul to reft. 



Eorne on thy pow'rful wingsj I foar . 

 Beyond Britannia's happy fltore, 



Hups. 



To Ead^rn dimes afir; 

 Where* Science firft her iron bands 

 Burft, andillum'd the neighb'ring lands 

 With her bright beaming frar. 



V/here Briti/h warriors ofc have bled. 

 And oft njix'd glorious with the dead. 



To fetve their Country'scaul'e ; 

 Whtfe Olive victorious laurels gain'd, 

 Whcie Haftings jiiHly was arraign'd 



By iiijur'd Britai.T's lav/s. 



Ere three revolving years are paft. 

 My eyfS thy ^jolden coaits at laft 



May view in real drefs; 

 Where Ganges rolls his foafning flocdf 

 Thro' fruitful plains and dreary woods. 



My limbs the green earth prefs. 



Kr.ut-ford, A. 



THE MISANTHROPE. 



■^yELCOME thou blafting dorm ! 



That, burfting, wrecks the pea» 

 fani's hi-mble hope. 

 Thou fliowelt me N;iture in congenial form. 

 And rend'ft a world to joy a Mifanthrope. 



Each fire-flifli tranfport gives. 

 And dark delight each thundering peal !n- 

 fpires ; 

 It feems as Hell was fwallowing all that 

 lives. 

 And gulphing Nature in eternal fires. 



Yet once this bofom glow'd 

 \Vith ev'ry generous impiiife youth can raife, 

 Frcfti-biooming Hope illumin'd life's dark 

 road, 

 And fmiling Pleafures feem'd to court my 

 ways. 



But foon the Tempeft's gloom 

 In leaden clouds enwiapt each joy-gilt fcene ; 

 Smooth fawning Treachery lur'd nie to 

 my doom, 

 And IVamp'dtmy curfe on all the fons of 

 iiicn ! 



Power of the blading Storms! 

 Pour on each mortal head the lightning's 

 rage ! 

 Give Nature to her elemental forms. 

 And blot the world frohi thy recording 

 page ! 



• Ailuding to the progrefs of Science 

 fiom the Eaft to the Weltern World. 



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