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Impérial crown and glory ; blest with thee, 
This rock itself would be a heaven to me: 
QO, in thine arms! [ could forget that fame 
Shall give me, through all time, a never- 
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dying name. _ Leo. 
Riehmond, Yorkshire, 11th Feb. 1822. 
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ONE KISS MORE? 
One kiss more? 
And then we part, my love ; 
*Tis sweet to bless affection o’er 
And teach the heartstrings music’s lore, 
Like séraphim above. 
Lips are leaves 
To rosy hearts and eyes, 
Are suns that light affection’s heaves, 
And love to life’s pure kisses cleaves 
When to part fondness tries. 
One kiss more? 
The echo still returns, 
Another! oh, there’s yet full store, 
The hallow’d incense sweetly burns 
From feeling’s precious core. 
Good night, sweeting ! 
Nay, but one more’ then fly: 
Once parted here, time is so fleeting, 
In heaven may be our next love-meeting, 
Where kisses never die. 
Islington. J.R. Prior. 
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DOMESTIC COMFORT. 
Some like to beseated to hear a good play, 
And some a swéet concert delight to attend, 
Some count with their feet the swift moments 
away, 
And some join the fire with a true-hearted 
friend ; 
In the leisure of evening, the break of the morn, 
When the birds are in song and the houn.ls are 
awake, 
Some follow alertly the wind of the horn, 
While ot*ers secluded excursions will make. 
We have heard the old toper sing tipsily home, 
re ne beau, like a moth, fondly trifling with 
ight; 
We have watch’d the wild fugitive franticly roam, 
And view’d the full shallop receding from sight : 
Thus, all to their taste for a passage of mirth, 
To assist them through life and be socially free, 
But my choice, my pursuit, my enjoyment on 
earth, : 
With my wife and my children, are dearest to 
me. 
Like the vine that is cultured, the bee that is 
hived 
The flowers which are tended by tender controal, 
Onr state is so aptly, so dearly contrived, 
he seasons in placidness over us roll ; 
Old bachelors laugh and shrewd maidens avow 
To be wed ix dependence, or lottery, at best ; 
Eeey my laugh and may shun, bat for me, I 
allow 
Tam pedcefully gay and contented ly blest. 
Islington. J.R. Prior. 
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ODE TO SYMPATHY. 
Is there within the human breast 
A heart whose life blood ebbs and flows ; 
Avid can it still remain at rest, 
Whate’er it feels, whate’er it knows? 
Poetry. [March }, 
Ali! surely no :—it cannot bé; 
Sweet Sympathy, thy gentle pow’rs 
Which fain would set each captive free, 
Will e’en enlarge this heart of ours. 
The plaintive sigh, Affliction’s tears, 
The sighs and groans which mis’ry 
yields, 
The tale of woe, or troub’lous fears, 
Sweet Sympathy, thy comfort shields. 
As fluids still their level find, 
So in each heart, if hearts be true, 
Sorrows prevail in equal kind ; 
Sweet Sympathy reserves its due. 
’Tis thus the worth of Friendship’s tiied, 
Love still will equalize distress ; 
For tho’ t’ assist may be denied, 
Sweet Sympathy has pow’r to bless. 
And need there is ’mongst human kind, 
That such a soothing balm should be; 
Such various ills are here combin’d ; 
Sweet Sympathy, then live with me. 
Teach me, when mis’ry pleads her cause, 
With kindred feelings to attend ; 
Unbend my soul to nature’s laws; 
Sweet Sympathy’s a ready friend. 
Remind me, when secure I rest, 
From ey’ry ill, and ev’ry woe, 
How many tear-fraught eyes unbless’d, 
Demand sweet Sympathy below. 
And lead my thoughts where mis’ry is, 
To see and hear and feel the thing; 
Chill Poverty, or fell disease ; 
Sweet Sympathy, extract their sting. 
And call the rich to lend their aid, 
With hearts enlarg’d and lib’ral hands: 
Their bounty shall be well repaid, 
For all sweet Sympathy demands. 
W.G. 
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Pallida Mors equo pulsat pede pauperum 
tabernas Reyumque Turres. HORACE. 
WHEN wan disease assails the Prince’s 
walls, 
And on the royal dome with fury falls ; 
Can aught avail, or riches, rank, or fame, 
Can they the fading bloom of health reclaim? 
Can they avert destruction’s deadlystroke, 
Or they the just decrees of God revoke ? 
Ah no! the ways of death are trod by all, 
His lev’lling scythe on all alike must fall; 
No age, no rank exempt; the same dread 
blow 
- May lay the monarch and the peasant low. 
The same cold earth shall give a prince re- 
pose, | 
And o’er the peasant’s mould’ring clay 
shall close. 
But to the Christian death’s the gate of life; 
That death which ends the road of mortal 
strife, 
Shall shew new glories to the op’ning sight, 
And waft the rising soul to realms of light. 
1.S. B. 
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