66 poetry. Noo. T4. 
SONNET. 
Narure ! sweet mistrefs of the pensive mind! 
As on a Sandy fhore I -musing stand 
And see around the wonders of thy hand, 
I feel each pafsion sooth’d, each sense refin’d. 
The icy plains above the whisp’ring tide, 
The dreary woods that bound th’ extensive views 
The light blue clouds that Sol’s pale lustre hide, 
Vary thy tints and every charm renew. 
Thee when young spring sports on the spangled green, 
When summer bluthes in her rosy bow’rs, 
When welcome autunin yellow plenty fhow’rs, 
Or winter storms amid the alter’d scene 5 
Suill let me love, still woo thee to my arms, 
For peace and virtue blefs the heart that nature charms. 
5 
TO MARIA 
For the Bee. 
Farr beauty’s loveliest flow’r! to whom is given 
Thuyse charms that throw, without an artful aid, 
A heav’nly lustre o’er Retirement’s thade, 
And make thy lovely haunts a little heaven, 
Oh! born to bloom in Solitude’s retreat, 
The glory and the pride of C—d—-s vale ; 
May angels guard thee from the storms of fate, 
And fhield thy blofsoms from each wint’ry gale. 
While I all Jost to anxious despair, 
Still hold thy image in my tortur’d breast, 
And trace each feature, as it grows more fair; 
Till one, with Fortune’s honours more carest, 
‘Shall bear thee swiftly from thy native fhore, 
And tear thee from my sight, and bid me hope no more! 
ARMINE, 
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