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Original Poetnj. 



[Oct. 1, 



No, 'twas the features of thy mind, 

 Thofe artleis manners foft and kind. 



Which cliarnis (lie more they're known ; 

 Powers thai can lympatliize relief. 

 Partake my joys, confole my grief. 



Made conftant faith tliy own. 

 For let me boaft, '>i\\\\ grateful pride, 

 Shice Hymen's bands our hearts allied. 



Repentance never came ; 

 For both your looks and temper fweet 

 Would ftill my hopes and wifiics meet, 



Each fond return to claim. 



Plac'd in the bofora of content, 

 Fricndfliip to love endearments lent. 



To cheer our peaceful dome : 

 While both conftfs'd we never found 

 Thro' dilhpalion's giddy round. 



The blifs enjoy 'd at home. 



And fmce, to crown oar nuptial bed, 

 Four blooming olive branches fpread. 



Our pride's dt'light and praife ; 

 May they in ftrength and beauty grow, 

 The wrealliof peace and flielter throw 



Around our future days. 



Dear pledges of our facred vows ! 

 If lleav'n a parent's wi(h allows, 



O guard and guide their youth. 

 Their mother's virtues to difcern, 

 Her worth and ijright example learn 



Of piety and truth. 



Then come, Maria, let us trace 

 Our bleflings in our infant race. 



As round our knees they play ; 

 My girls Ihall «Hh your graces fniile, 

 5Iy boy the ciires of life beguile. 



As honour leads the way. 



As thro' the vale of years we glide. 

 With fuel) an offspring by our lide 



We'll brave all worldly ftrife ! 

 Ano, to complete the happy fccne, 

 ^fay they he bleft as we have been 



la their connubial life. 

 Then come, ah ! make no more delay, 

 Too long Ikis abl'encc tome away 



My citfiir douieftic joys ; 

 For tho' the world in jars encrcafc, 

 Thy welcome fmiles fliall bring that peace 



Which public life de.lroys. 

 Or (hall I calch the vernal gnle. 

 And to thai blif'ful region fail 



Which peace has not forfaken ? 

 n here, join'd together heart in hand, 

 Ilc|inir to Dunmow's happy land, 



And claim the flitch of bacon. 



THE DP:STRUCT10iNi OF JERUSALEM!; 



AN Onr, ADDRKSSID lO THK ITALIAN' 

 PEOPtl, UUKIKG TUAT PEEIOU OF llIK 

 tATE WAR VV1IF,."J THE BRITISH NAVY 

 PHOn.CTtD ITALY. FARAFHRASED IKOM 

 CAULO MARIA MAGCI. 



Cv MARIANA STARKE. 

 CAY, royal city, what avenging arm 



iiatli robb'd thy ftieets of popuIaUon's 

 vhartD i 



O'erllirown thy altars, bade thy walls decay. 

 And made thy dwellings dens for beafti of 



prey ? 

 I'roftrate on earth, unheeded, defolate. 

 Like fome lone widow, thou bewail'ft thy 



fate : 

 No hufy cili'.en thy grief beguiles ; 

 No fiicnd ap|)ears, to light thy face with 



fmiles ; 

 By day, by night, thy plaints unceafing llow, 

 AVhile Silence only liftens to thy woe. 



Miftrefs of nations once; now, direful 



ftroke ! 

 rondemn'd to dragdegradingSIav'ry's^'oke; 

 Nay worfc, if worfe can be, to view in ihofe 

 AVhoni mofc ilie lov'd her moft invel'rate foes: 

 Friends, I'ervants, children, all forfake her 



fide, 

 Seize her rich coffers, and iheir fpoils divide; 

 'Ihe impious fpill her blood, reverie her 



laws. 

 Then fcolf at mis'rics which their rigours 



caufe ; 

 Till proud Derilion, harpy mod accurft ! 

 Of all her various lormcnts feems the worlh 



The grafs-growu ftrcets in foleiun ftiUnefs 

 mourn 

 No fplendid pageants to the temples borne : 

 Ihe tender infant pines in galling chains ; 

 The frantic parent e'en of Heav'n complain*; 

 While, onearth-levell'd gates and fragments 



vatt 

 Of ftately fabrics in confufion caft. 

 The anchorite and toil-worn pilgrim (tand. 

 Gaze on the woiks of Defolation's hand ; 

 Then, as Oldivion ftalks in filence by, 

 " Speak, all-triumphant Queen, O fpeak ! 



(they cry) 

 What piles are thefe, proud, e'en amid de- 

 cay !" 

 She murmurs, ".minl"— and, rccklefs, turns 

 away. 



Judaea's warriors, dreaded now no more. 

 Crowd fwift lor refuse to a foreign Ihore ; 

 Confounded, dclfitute, in ilocks they fly, 

 Dark'ning the land, like lucufts fent ifom 



high; 

 Their harps, which erft w ilh notes of triumph 



rung. 

 Now mule upon Euphrates' banks are hung ; 

 Wliilc, weakly yielding to the ftrokcs of 



Fate, 

 Ifrael's faiii'd tribes, once valourous as great. 

 Loft to all hope, their native firmnels fled, 

 Sigh f»r the torpor of th' unconfcious dead. 



'Reft of each fapient chief her courfc t» 



guide. 

 And ftem, with nervous hand, Deftrucliou'* 



tide, 

 Judaia bei:ds beneath the victor's rod. 

 And thus difplaysth' avenginy wrath of Cod^ 

 V«'lio bade iierce war ail'aulfthe impious truia 

 Th-'t darft hishallow'd fanctu'ry piofane; 

 E'en while his voice, which makes Earth's 



■talis Ihakc, 

 lu thunder 'gaiiift their guilty purpofe fpake. 



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