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~ Y spat a 
(PEACH BLOSSOM. 
AMYGDALUS PERSICA. 
HEDEOMA PULEGIOIDES, AND 
MENTHA PULEGIUM. 
Her agar i ere like a flower in May, 
Her smile was like a summer “aay 
She cae by the banks of Ern 
As lights a bird upon a thorn. cesses Durne. 
The fashion of her gracefulness, was not a followed rule, 
And her effervescent sprightliness, Was never learned at 
school— 
Her a were all yeas like the fairies, who spoke 
pea: 
And Aa ‘sian was ever sweetest midst the cadences of 
girls Willis. 
Affections are as thoughts to her, the measures of her 
ours, 
Her feelings have the fragrancy, the freshness of young 
owers. 
O, would, that on our earth there moved others of such 
a frame! 
That life might be all poetry, and weariness a name. 
E. C. Pinkney. 
I AM YOUR CAPTIVE. 
I strove not to resist so sweet a flame, 
But gloried in a happy captive’s nam 
Nor would I now, could love permit, ee ! Lyttelton, 
My heart with love is beating, 
Transported by your eyes; 
Alas! there’s no retreating, 
In vain a captive flies 
There is a nymph whose chains I feel, 
And bless the silken fetter 
There’s a dear charm Shout her— 
’Tis a heart so kind and warm, 
Mine would break without her. 
“Hever 
Till this mo ld I say 
Here I fix my choice er. «see ous es Sig 
Still I’m thy captive, yet my thoughts are free: 
To be love’s bond-man, is true liberty... ... Marston. 
ANSWER. 
Are you so much in love as your rhymes speak? Shaks. 
But, sinée thou lov’st love still, and thrive therein, 
Even as I would, when I to love begin . Same. 
Fiee away. 
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Beware of danger! never stay 
Nor linger on one bud rag long, 
But lightly flutter and a 
Before you feel the ies too strong. 
Hon. Charles Phipps. 
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