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AN ELEGY. . 
W HY did@ thou, Cynthio, tempt my wan- 
d’ring feet 
To vifit Sherbourn’s ever blifsful grove ? 
‘Why didft thou call me to thy calm retreat, 
The bleft abode of Innocence and Love ? 
With anxious hatte I bade the town adieu! 
And fondly deem’d with confcious Peace to 
dwell; 
I bade the fons of wealth their fchemes purfue, 
And fought, with eager fteps, thy rural cell. 
I found thee happie? of the village fwains, 
For fhe was thine whom ane thou did 
adore ! 
Elvira! pride of all the neighbouring plains, 
For beauty fam’ d——for ev’ ry virtue more. 
Far from the tumult of the madd’ning throng, 
‘In carelefs eafe I pafs’d the tranquil day ; 
My pipe I'tun’d, and rais’d the vocal fong, 
And ev’ry fylvan fcene infpir’d the lay. 
Ceres I fung, whofe kind prolific hand, 
Profufe of bleffings, decks the varied {cene ; 
Bids Autumn’s ripen’d ftores enrich the land, 
And jocund Plenty crown the cheerful green. 
Beauty was'next niy theme, and Love fincere ; 
All porent Love! whofe influence reigns 
confett ; 
With whom comes fmiling Hope, and anxious 
Fear, 
Alternate rulers of the humay’ breaft, 
Ah ! little thought I, while I heedlefs fray’d, 
Or blythfome fung within the feftive bow’r; 
That danger lurk’d beneath the peaceful fhade, 
That there the tyrant god exerts his power | 
Unconfetous oft I view’d the rural fair, 
And view’d, without a pang, each ues 
charm 3 
The fwiftewine?d minutes lek no trace ‘Fi Care, 
No foft fenfations gave my breaft alarm ! 
“With ev’ry grace adorn’d, and native eale, 
At length Lucinda caught my wond’ring eye 
Tn her was centr’d ev’ry pow’r to pleafe, 
To melt the heart, and prompt the tender figh! 
At once the foft contagion caught my breaft ; 
Kor what can Love’salmighty pow’r con= 
troul ? 
The ruling paffion ev’ry thought poffett, 
And ev'ry fond idea fill’d my foul ! 
Faft by therftream that winds through Mivod’s 
vale, 
There did I firft my ardent vows impart 5 
She deign’d to liften'to the artlefs tale, 
The warm effufions of a faithful heart ! ! 
*Tis true fhe lften’d to my tender woes, 
With patient ear fhe heard my fervent fighs ;. 
Compaffion foft within her bofom role, 
But yet the bade not gentle hope arife 
aes Maa, No, XIV. 
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ORIGINAL POETRY. 
And genial ehy: waves his balrhy wing ; 
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The changeful feafons twice their courfe have 
run, 
Yet ftill unchang’d her cong? ring pow’r I feel; 
Her image rifes with the rifing fun, 
Nor can the fhades of night her form conceal. 
Ah! why, Lucinda, did my wayward fate, 
With force refiftlefs, doom my foul to prove, 
Thofe cares, thofe heart<-corroding caress that 
wait 
On anxious doubt, and unrequited love ? 
Whate’er my lot, on thee I ftill will tend, 
Pll watch thy footfteps with redoubled ‘zeal’; 
On thee alone my utmoft hopes depend, 
Thy fmiles alone can fix my future weal. 
Full well,’ dear maid, thy wond’rous worth I 
know, 
The wealthieft fwain might wifh with thee « 
to join; 
But I, alas! have little to beftow, 
Save a fond, faithful heart ! and that is thine. 
W.E. 
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SONNET. 
FAARRIOT ! tho’ forrow and the injury 
Of faithlefs man are mark’ d upon my brow 
Indelible; tho’? on my funken cheek 
Of fading hues, ufurping dufhes fpeak 
Health’s flow decline ; yet can I {mile with. 
thee, 
And in thy converfe all thofe pleafures know 
Which tranquil minds, unwarp’d by. worldly 
Woe, 43) 
Tafte unalloy’d } jn virtuous fympathy. 
Warriot ! the cheering influence of thy fmilesy. 
From harafs’d memory, fickening at the view 
Of forrows paft, which my dark thoughts 
purfue, 
When I revert, the lonely hours beguiles, 
Andcalms my raind. So the afar-feen light 
Greets the benighted wand’rer’s weary’d fight. 
B. W. He 

LUCRETIUS, 
VERSE Ie 
REAT Parent, Venus! of the Roman liney 
Delight fupreme of men and pow’ts divine 5 
Thro’ foodful earth, whofe vital influence reignsy 
BOOK Tf. 
Thro’ heay’n ftar-{pangl’d, and the wat’ry 
plains ! 
See Nature, warm’d by thee, with myriads 
teem, 
Rous’d from their cells to greet. the folar beam. 
Fierce winds, toftlence aw’d, thee, Goddets * 
/ fy; 
No i obtrufive blot th’? unfolding fky.  « 
For thee, the fields their fow’ry carpet {pread, 
And fmiling Ocean {moothes his wavy bed ; 
4\ purer glow the kindling poles difplay, 
Rob’d in bright effucnee of etherial day. 
When thro’ het portals burfts'the gaudy Springs 
Firft, 
