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\n ilie flowers around me so tenderly playing, 



Metliouglit 1 have seen lier sweet countenance 

 shine, 

 y\nd felt, as they kiss'd me, the zephyrs conveying 



The breath of her rapturous soul into mine. 

 And here, now retir'd from the seat of confusion,* 



Methinks 1 can feel that my spirit is free 

 From corruption and fraud, and each courtly pol- 

 lution. 



Which long, lovely Erin, have trampled on Ihee. 

 And asain, on the cool spicy gale of the mountain, 



iMethinks I can hear my Eliza's guitar. 

 Now mingling its music with that of the fountain 



Which waters the grave of the lov'd Lochinvar. 

 Oh! here let me live with tlie girl I have cherish'd. 



Forgetful ot courtiers wlio vow,— to betray, — 

 And here let me lie, when ray nature hath perisli'd, 



Beneath the warm lid of ray own native clay. 

 My sleep shall be calmer than his who deceiv'dmc, 



J\ly name shine as lovely from History's pen ; 

 For none have 1 clieated who fondly believ'd me, 



Norforfeiied once the approval of men. 

 /slington. J, G. 



SONNET TO THE OWL. 



Night's doleful lierald ! who dost wailing 

 come 

 From some lone cloister'd nook, — by 



foul imp driv'n, — 

 Where thou long time with famine's 

 pinch hast striv'n ; 

 Sailinj; along thro'lhe deep dark'ninj; gloom, 

 Pleas'd Willi unsightly shapes, and shadows 

 dim, 

 Pleas'd with lone cliuich-yard walks and 

 scenes forbidden, 

 Unsocial biid ! thou comest forth like him 

 Who steks where avarice-hoarded pelf 

 is iiidden. 

 The moon is up, but, oh ! shines not for 

 thee ; 

 Say, for thy thanks are those harsh hoot- 

 ings given : 

 Behold yon scene of rare felicity ! 



Lovers enjoying courtship's earliest 

 heav'n ; 

 'Tis for their sakes fair Luna breaks the 



gloom, 

 And, with her silver wand, doth wait to 

 tend them home. Enort. 



EL RUISENOR Y EL GORRION. 



From the " Fubulus Literarias''' of Don 

 Tomas de Yriarte,\ 



SiGuiENDO el son delorganillo un dia, 

 Toraaba el Ruisenor leccion de canto, 

 Y d la xaula llccindose entretanto 

 El Gorii'on parlero, asi decia. 



Quanto me niarabillo 

 De ver que de ese modo 

 Un pdxaro tan diestro 

 A uu discipulo tiene por maestro ! 

 Torque, al fin, lo que sabe el organilio, 

 A ti lodebe todo. 



* London. 



t These Fables are as familiarly known 

 in Spain as those of Gay in England. 



Poetrjj. [May I, 



A pesar de e^o (el RiiiscTior replica,) 

 Si el aprcndio de mi, yo de el apreudo. 

 A iinitar mi.s caprichos (A se aplica ; 

 Yo los voy corrigiendo 

 Con arre;;larme al arte que 61 ensena : 

 Y asi pronto veius lo que adelatita 

 Un Ruisenor que con esctiela cauta. 



',De aprcnder se desdena 

 El literato grave,' 

 Pties mas debe estndiar el que mas sabe. 



TRANSLATION, 



BY ■WU.HAM EVANS. 



Intended as a Specimen of Faldes for Youth. 



THE SPARK01V AN» THE MGIITINGALE. 



Hearing the solemn ' pealing organ blow,' 

 A Nightingale, inclin'd to modulate 

 His lay, those .swelling sotmd-i to imitate. 

 His bo.som felt with enitilatiou glow. 

 " I marvel (cried a Sparrow,) at the scene, 

 In which a bird, pre-eminent in skill 

 To sway the world of harmony at will. 

 Submits his piidc of glory to demean : 

 The master his disciple to assume. 

 As model in accomplishments of art ! 

 Thy strains to copy is the organ's part, 

 But not thy genius to transcend, presume.'' 

 The Nightingale, ' in sw-eelest, saddest 

 plight,'* 

 Warbles his airs wiili melody divine. 

 Whose de-.cant 'tinooth'd the rugged brow 

 of night,' 

 And said, "This instrument has charms 

 like mine; 

 The organist my ' native wood-notes wild't 

 And trills adopts ; while by resem- 

 blance I 

 His science would transfer to Nature's 

 child. 

 Whose powers may with his diapason vie; 

 And to the world evince how Philomel, 

 Train'd by the Muse, in perfect tune 

 to sing, 

 With voice and taste united, will excel 

 The untaught harmonists of spring." 

 Dares one in erudition grave despise 

 The lamp of learning, that infarm'd his 

 youth? 

 The more he knows, the more, if he be wise, 

 He labours to explore the realms of 

 Truth. 

 Park-wood, Tavistock ; Feb, 1824. 



Eurip. Hippo. 86. 

 The birdjunseen, that warbles iutheshade. 



Dulcis variat Philomela querelas. 



Silent night, 



With this her solemn bird. — Milton. 



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