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ORIGINAL UNPUBLISHED POETRY. 



TO SLEEP. 

 Q SLEEP ! if ill tliy Ihadowy gloom 



Oblivion's awl'iil genius dwf II ; 

 Then, Sleep, thy gilled wand ulfirme. 



And lead nie to thy pcacelul cell 

 But there ihould Memory's pow'r prevail. 



In vain on thee would Sorrow call — 

 Tliini- opiate dews, thy charms would (ailj 



And ffar the brealt of Grief appal. 

 To lave the foul from vifion's woe, 



To fnaicli her from thy lerrors. Sleep ! 

 Pity would all ihy fpells forego, 



And bid the mourner " wake to weep !" 

 Harmodius. 



AXACRECNTIC. 

 'T'lIE Paphian Hoy, ray blooming fair, 

 NeiHcs within this heart of ininc; 

 And feel how warm he trembles there, 



Awaken'd by that touch of thine. 

 Have you not inark'd when inlants weep. 



As fears their Utile breads alarm, 

 How loon tlieir murmurs link to flecp 



When folded foft in Beauty's arm ? 

 Love is a child, my girl, you knew. 



Then take him to thy breaft of fiiow, 

 And on that heaven of Beauty bleft. 



Oh ! let him tremble into reft ! 

 Bripi. R. 



THE QUESTION. 

 CWEET Ellen ! o'er your penfive face 

 Does Sorrow (hcd that iickly hue? 

 Say, are they tears of woe that grace 



Thofe trtmbliug lights of heavenly blue ? 

 *' No," cries a Sylph from Fancy's bower, 



" 'Tis Love who Ellen's bloom hath ftole. 

 And "^ith it tinged hi.<s fweeteft flower— 



A flower that bioonis in Ellen's foul I" 

 Bnjiol. R, 



SONNET TO SYMPATHY. 



BY MTSS ST.IRKT. 



J^NCHAX TRESS! whom Mimofa-wreatl.s 



adorn, 



And mmitle of caineleon's changeful htBJs; 



Sweet Sympathy', forfake thy tied of thorn. 



And all thy manic thro' my veins iufui'e ! 



Give me thy blifs— Hold !— ![s it blifs to feel, 



At t'ny command, alternate joy or woe ? 

 One moment ftabb'd bySorrow'skeencft ftee! ; 

 Anothei,b!efl:wlth Rapture's bri^hteftglow ! 

 To be Willi Friendlliip's holy flame inlpir'd, 

 (I'Viendihip, foretalte of Heav'n's fupreme 

 delights'; 

 Tlio' oft the heart our fancy hath attir'd 

 111 Virtue's robes, with wrongs that flarae 

 requites ? 

 l!es— for where'er thy wand exerts its 



pow'rs, 

 1 1ie anc camffiros flinots up, and flow'rs*. 



* The an<jcamj.:ir(,s u u magic lierb, laid 

 to have the powir ot rclloring liiendlliip ; 

 and to live, though plucked up by tliefrowts. 

 ^-'iee Pliny, book xxiv. chapter 17. 

 *H9.NiHi.Y xMao.Nu. HT, 



SONNET TO APATHY. 



BY MISS STAriKF. 



"M^YMPH, with ficoides' glitt'ring gems ar» 

 ray'd*, 

 \^y thy torpedo-toucli my cares fuhdue ; 

 For where thou com'tt vexafioui phanloius 

 fade, 

 And Sorrow lofes foon her fable hue. 

 Preventive mild of wounded Friendlliip's 

 tear. 

 And the loud dorms of ill-requited Love ; 

 Sure antidote to ev'ry pang fevere 



The way-worn pilgrim, Man, is doom'd to 

 prove ! 

 Whofe puveft feelings, tlio' awhile they 

 take 

 Sweet Plesfu'.'c's form, or (hine in Virtue's 

 drefs, 

 A captive of deluded Rcafon make. 



And cheat her with the name of Hap« 

 pinefs. 

 Then welcome. Apathy ! — he finds not reft 

 Who fails to own thee Sov'reigii of bis 

 breaft. 



ADDPvESS TO Tiin ROYAL JENNERIAiJj" 

 SOCIETY, 



HY Mn. DAVID CAnEY. 



A GRATEFUL Mule, that oft has lov'd t» 



trace. 

 Each varying tint on Nature's changeful 



face, ■ 

 And, as fhe woo'd the fjMDpatlielic glovr, 

 Warin'd with her weal, and faoden'd witk 



her woe, 

 Nav homage pays on this aufpicious day. 

 And fondly greets it with no venal lay. 

 A blooming wreath, the earlielt of the 



Spring, 

 The infant Loves to Jexner, pleas'd, Ciall 



bring — 

 In lifping accents tell from whence it rame. 

 And bid it bloom eternal as his name ; 

 Twine round his knees, and blefs his power 



to fuve : — 

 Sweet Human Fi'a-zv^rs ' jiift refcu'd from the 



grave ! 

 No fancied dreams cf blifs mv miiid em- 



ploy. 

 No lading vifions of unreal joy j 

 In ev'ry breaft the gr.itelul trstnfport'i rifs^ 

 And flufli the Lover's check, the Parent's 



eyes. 

 O'er virgin charms, that bloom'd a little 



while. 

 And vanilh'd like the child of April's fmile> 

 When the fierce Pcft, tliat Beauty's cmpir« 



ftains. 

 Held purple riot in the fair-one's veins, 

 llie Lover weeps no more, witli feV'ri'U 



glow. 

 As at a dream that luH'd the fenfe of woe ; 

 No more, with atixioui look and loud delay, 

 llaimlsthe unoafy c.)iii-.!i IVo.'ii dav t" day, 



* The Ice- plant j prtiperlv called ihs 

 Pianiond Ficuidtsi. 



W At,* 



