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SUPPLEMENTARY POETRY. 
STANZAS TO A LADY. 
Freely translated from the Italian of Polidore. 
Lovety maid, whose graces rare, 
Mid the throng of beauties, seem 
‘As the rose o’er flow’rets fair, 
Or cluster’d stars, the Cynthian beam ! 
Trust not to thy loveliness, 
But to wisdom forward press. 
Like unto the lightning ray, 
Beauty shines, but soon expires : 
Charms of science ne’er decay : 
_ Saturn, who, like wasting fires, 
All beneath the moon consumes, 
Blights not their perennial blooms, 
Cease not, then, thy steps to guide 
Up the rough and rocky way 
Which ascends Parnassus’ side. 
Noble recompense have they 
Who, on lofty effort bent, 
Gain the mountain’s steep ascent. 
Let the yulgar-plum’d despise 
Those who high in ether soar ; 
List not where heath-cock cries, 
- Or the bird that skims the shore ; 
Spread thy wing, and envied be 
For towering immortality ! 
AUSONIA. 
— 
BETTER THOUGHTS. 
I once did dream ’twere sweet to be 
With humble fortune blest ; 
That I could live alone for thee— 
Caressing and caress’d. 
That fortune’s favour, fortune’s frown, 
To me alike would prove ; 
My every wish, thy faith would crown, 
My wealth would be thy love. 
That for thy sake I’d gladly leave 
A higher lot than mine; 
Nor for those gilded pleasures grieve 
T could not share as thine. 
But thou this heart, or not desir’d, 
Or shunn’d to own the thought, 
By views of worldly interest fir’d, 
That could not so be sought. 
Then fare thee well! henceforth no sigh 
For thee shall heave my breast ; 
No tear for thee bedew my eye, 
Nor passion mar my rest. 
Far other prospects now shall claim 
The tribute of my thought ; 
Far other happiness my aim 
Than love had eyer taught ! 
The Muse, if she the gift will deign, 
_ Shall now receive my heart; 
And Science, to my. vanquish’d pain, 
. » Ber solace sweet impart. , 
AusOsIA» 
SONNET. 
Pleasures lie thickest where fo pleasures 
seem. 
There’s not a leaf that falls upon the ground 
But holds some joy, of silence or of sound ; 
Some sprite begotten ofa summer-dream. 
The very meanest things are made supreme 
With innate ecstacy ! No grain of sand 
But rolls a bright and million-peopled land, 
‘And hath its Eves, and Edens—so I deem. 
For Love (though blind) a microscopic eye 
Has lent me to behold the hearts of things, 
And touched mine ear with pow’r; thus, 
far or nigh, 
Minute or mighty, fixed or fleet with wings; 
Delight, from many a nameless covert sly, 
Peeps sparkling, and, in tones familiar, 
sings, 
Ss. L. B. 
STANZAS. 
Tur light, that o’er our lovely land 
In other—better days was shining, 
Extinguish’d by a despot’s hand, 
Leaves us in joyless gloom repining ; 
But yet, not every glorious hope resigning, 
Even in our darkness and despair 
Instinctively we grasp the steel, 
Which the cold hearts that mock our care, 
And spurn us, may be taught to feel ; 
For even chains destroy not Freedom’s zeal. 
We droop not ; glory through our gloom 
May break ; and Freedom once again, 
With her own radiance, may illume 
The hearts and hopes of struggling men, 
‘And lead the patriot from his prison den. 
Oh ! not eternal is the reign 
Of kingly might—of priestly wrong :— 
The hopes shall yet revive again 
That brighten’d erst the bardic song, 
And rais’d of happy dreams a glorious 
throng. 
March \6th, 1825. 
* These Stanzas, as they stand, without title, 
appear to us a little mystical. ‘To render them 
intelligible, we must suppose ourselves, or the 
writer at least, vassal of some of the oppressed 
states of Italy. 
J. W. Davey. 
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EPIGRAM 
oN HARNESS 'S EDITION OF SHAKSPEAKE. 
Immorrat Shakspeare oft we've found 
In calf, and sheep, and roan bound; 
But, now to leatherheads resign’d, 
Shakspeare in Hannxss is confin’d. 
YP. 
