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ANNUALYREGISTER, 1797: 
And now a flood of fadiance ftreams 
From young Aurora’s blufhing beams, 
Till rob’d in gorgeous ftate, the orb of day , 
Spreads o’er the laughing earth his full refulgent ray? 
Bleft be the omen, royal pair ! 
‘O may the hymeneal rite, 
That joins the valiant and the fair, 
; Shed on the nations round its placid light! 
Her fertile plain though Albion fee ' 
From favage devaftation free; 
Though with triumphant fail fhe reign 
Sole Emprefs of the fubjeé main, 
She longs to bid the thunders fleep 
Which fhake the regions of the deep, 
That crowding nations far and wide, 
Borne peaceful o’er the ambient tide, 
May fhare the bleffings that endear the day 
Which gave a patriot king a patriot race to fway ! 
SONNET. —sy THE LATE EARL OF ORFORD. 
AS the Mole’s filent ftream crept penfive along, 
And the winds murmur’d folemn the willows among, 
On the green turf complaining a fwain lay reclin’d, 
And wept to the river, and figh’d to the wind. 
In vain (he cry’d) Nature has waken’d the {pring ; 
€ In vain blooms the violet, the nightingales fing : 
* To a heart full of forrow no beauties appear: 
‘Each zephyr’s a figh, and each dew-drop’s a tear! 
*In vain my Sophia has graces to move 
* The faireft to envy, the wifeft to love :— 
* Her prefence no longer gives joy to my eye, 
¢ Since without her to live is more pain than to diet 
© O that flumber his pinions would over me ince, 
¢ And paint but her image, in dreains, in her ftead ! 
© The beautiful vifion would foften my pain: ' 
* But fleep’s a relief I folicit ih vain! 
THE PILGRIM.—Frrom, porMs BY R. SOUTHEY. 
\' X 7 1TH way-worn feet 2 pilgrim woe-begone, 
Life’s upward road 1 journey’d many a day, 
And hymning many a fad yet foothing lay, 
Beguil’d my wand’ring with the charms of fong. 
’ Lonely 
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