poetry. ' May 30. 
Count ev’ry beaming glare that flies 
From those more radiant stars, thine eyes; 
Count ev’ry pant that heaves thy breast, 
When to my panting bosom prest 5 
Go count the loves that ambuth’d dwell 
Jn ev'ry dimple’s rosy dell. 
» SONNET. 
Stow as the ev’ning draws the veil of night, 
And nattre fhuts the parted view of day ; 
Soft as the pale orb’d moon imparts her light, 
Painting the silver’d scene with fhadowy ray 
Thus Hope, once beaming, fled when Mary frown’d, 
When-smiles no longer grac’d the dimpl’d cheek 5 
Thus was the joy of life in anguifh drown’d, 
Thus did fell sadnefs reign, and thus did break 
The gleam of hope.—Reflection of the past 
Yet still more mild the lustre it display’d 5 
* The present happinefs excells the last, 
And ev’ry hidden virtue is survey’d. 
Thus pafsion gone, and reason rules supreme, 
More clear the prospect fhines, and more serene. 
Q. D.C. 
BEAUTY. BY MRS ROBINSON. 
Go tell the vain, the insolent, and fair, 
‘That life’s best days are only days of care; 
That beauty, flutt’ring like a painted Ay, 
Owes to the spring of youth its rarest dye ; 
When winter comes, its charms fhall fade away, 
And the poor insect wither and decay : 
Go—bid the giddy phantom learn from thee, 
That virtue only braves mortality. 
EXTEMPORE ON DEFAMATION. 
Lixe the broad ruin pestilence extends 
Over the fair fields where yellow corn bends 5 
Or as the thund’ring blast’s elastic fire, 
‘That scorches black the husbandman’s desire 5 
So flies grim DzeramaTIoNn thro’ the air, 
To frail mortality the source. of care, 
And in its flight destroys the lovely Fair. M. 
