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Such is the power of ae oc even in 
the dead letter of-a book! SCHILLER 
married this frank and amiable lady, who 
mow enjoys more favourable opportuni- 
ties of ftudying his charaéter, and of 
Ori Poetry. 
tettifying her efteem for his talents and 
conjugal virtues, than at the former 
diftance, when reading his captivating 
poemsa Ww. 
[Kotzebue in our next number.) 

ORIGINAL POETRY. 

VERSES fent to a Lady with Dr. Darwin’s 
“¢ Botanic Garden.” 
HEN Eve walk’d forth at early hour, 
Her only care was fruit, or flow’r; 
Vacant of fcience was her mind, 
To all the world of wifcom blvd. - 
From idlenefs, her heart the fet, 
On the firft prating* drute fhe met— 
Do thou, whom early fenfe fupplies 
With all that’s good, and fair, and wife, 
Not like unbidden Eve of yore, 
* With furtive hand, thefe fweets explore 5 
-Plack knowledge with each fiow’r and fruit, 
Nor fear a'tempter in a brute. ROBE: 
SSS a 
SONNET to TRUTH, 
By Mr. Luxviz. 
“TO thefe fad-eyes, ’mid wild’ring mazes 
lof, 
Lur’d.oft phantoms veil’d in garb like 
thine, 
Whofe molds external. thy pure radiance 
boaft, 
Yet but to hide their inward darknefs fhine, 
_ Thy form, ble# feraph, fmile-begirt, unfold, 
‘Thy genuine namelefs graces blazon round; 
May I thy fun-eclipfing charms behold 
Tilume all fcenes in nature’s ample bound. 
Hence, when mild Morn unveils her radiant 
2) 
Or gilds Eve’s ling’ring ray th’ Atlantic 
deep 5 f 
When Cynthia’ s pearly hoft begem the fy, 
Or midnight filence wraps the world in 
fleep 5 
Thineardent vot’ry,borne on Rapture’s wing, 
In Fancy’s wildeft ftrains, a Pre thal 
grateful fing. © 
Banks of the Tz vecbs 
i SONNET, 
Written near the River Dee. 
; “Y/ HERE rolls with rapid furge hoarfe 
4 Deva’s flood,: 
Over thelving rocks that break the foam- 
ing wave, ; 
On the green bank, whofe margin fring’d 
with wood 
The darkfome torrents of the river lave, 
Pleas’d, I recline, what time, with weftern 
beam, ? 
The orb of heav’n ee ‘+ Din-Bran’s 
Tow 3 

ee Bigs 7k 44 See 
well known to ice who have 
"With golden radiance glows the winding 
ftream 5 
Rich with the rainbow’s varied hues, the 
' fhower 
Gleams from afar; the diftant village church 
Embow’r’d in gloom, in the fequefter'd vale, 
Peers o'er yon floping hill, o’erhung with 
birch, 
Whofe light thin foliage wantons in the 
gale. - ; 
In feenes like thefe, contented I could dwell, 
And bid, without a figh, the world farewell. 
; OG. 
To a ROBIN. 4 
Written in the fevere Winter of 179 5: 
PoOoR wand’rer! thou art welcome to this 
fhed, 
For thou haft borne ins pitilefs cold ftorm, 
Felt the keen blaf on thy defencelefs head, 
And heard deftruétion threat thy gentle 
form. 
What though thy feeble wing now feeks* its 
reft, 

Where forrow’s pallid viétim finks fupine; 
One genial glow itill lingers in this breaft, 
To foothe the timid flutterings of thine. 
Perchance, that fympathy may be as fweet, 
As what feftivity’s gay child could give; 
Perchance, thou know’ft, no mercy gilds his 
feat, 
Who never in the tempeft knew to live. 
Come, then, mild fuff’rer, my companion be, 
~~ yet fhall know one charm, if I can n blels 
—e’en thee. 
EE 
To rHe VIOLET. 
New winter’s dark and cheerlefs morns are 
pat, “ 
‘And fol’s warm, renovating beams ee 
As wand’ring o’er the common’ s tracklefs 
watte, 
To breathe the perfumes wafted on the 
gale, 
Frem golden furze-bloom, or the primrofe 
pale, 
I fpy thy azure gems, fo lowly fpread, 
Beneath fome lonely thern, adown the dale, 
Scarce rearing from the ground thy hum 
ble head; 
Methinks in thee his eee fate I view, 
Who, fhrinking from the world’s unfeeling 
gaze, . 
Seeks in obfcurity to pafs_his days, 
And, all unknown, fsirnature’s path’ purfue 5 
am crufi’d by rude misfortune, and dee 
eee 
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; 
By chiding penury, he finks to ref! 
