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O-Ril GINA LAP OE. RY. 

IMITATIONS BY Mr. G- 
FROM PETRARCH. ~ 
WHEN from the eaft I fee Aurora rife, 
With cheeks of rofes, and with curls 
of gold, 
My loveaflails me; thep my color flies, 
J figh, and fay, there Laura I behold ! 
Tithonus, thou art happy! thou canft tell 
When thy dear girl again fhall blefs thy 
bed 5 
§ After life’s fitful fever, mine fleeps well,’— 
The torch of love illumines not the dead! 
Thou for thy miftrefs never doit defpair, 
Cloak*d in the nights dark mantle fhe’ll 
_ return, 
Play with the trefles of thy hoary hair, 
And, with the tranfports of afieétion, 
burn: 
But night to meis gloomy, andthe day 
Still. beams no ray of comfort on my mind, 
For when the foul of Laura wing’d its way, 
It left the fhadow of a man, an empty 
name behind ! : 

Y; 

FROM “ANACREON. 
AY Bacchus o’er my feftive head, 
His foul-entrancing fpells had fhed, 
When onthe Tyrian-tinétur’d bed 
I foftly funk to reft ; 
See, fee ! whag angel forms advance, 
They knit the love-infpiring dance, 
With many a wild and witching glance 
Inviting to be bleit ! 
All, all were fair--beyond comparing 
One peauteous nymph my fond heart sharing, 
With love, with fear, though trembling, 
a daring, 
T feized her azure zone : 
But whilft I revel on her charms, 
And clafp elyfium in my arms, 
While paffion every fibre warms, 
' J wake-—and am alone ! 

FROM HORACE. 
CEASE: ceafe, for heaven’s fake ceafe, 
my friend ! 
Thefe anxious, care-fraught thoughts to 
raile ; 
O, feek not thus toknow thine end, 
And fcan the meafure of thy days ! 
See, reddening Phebus haftes to lave, 
His courfers in the weftern wave, 
-Anderehe quits the eaftern fea 
We both, my friend ! may ceafe to be. 
Then let us, while we can, be gay : 
A fhort time fhuffle off our forrow— 
Cheerfully fpend the prefent day, 
And if we muft grieve, grieve to-morrow. 
FROM THE CHEVALIER DE PARNY- 
3 ORANGE tree ! whofe foliage dark 
Serv’d our tranfports to conceal ; 
et me on thy tender bark 
This gragd truth, to them reveal, 
Whio in foft luxurious lcifure 
- May befide their ftem be laid, 
That if man Could die of pleafure, : 7 
T had died beneath thy fhade. 

IMITATIONS FROM MARTIAL. 
Epigram 14, B. vit. 
EE Flavia all in tears her lo’s bemoan, ; 
Her plaything, fav’rite, dear delight, 
is gone. 
Was then this darling obje& of her love 
Some Leibia’s fparrow, or Ianthe’s dove ? 
Oh no----fuch trifles touch not Flavia’s 
: mind, 
To folid ferious inward joys inclin’d. 
Her lois was what might movea faint to cry 
A lufty Irifh enfign, fix foot high ! 
Epigiam 107. B. x11. 
My volume trom title to finis turn’d o’ery 
You {wear you have read it all thro’ : 
I believe it---I thank you---for fo, half a 
{core . 
Ive read, that were written by you, 
ee 
To Mr. C— GE. 
IDWAY the hill of fcience, after fteep 
And rugged paths that tire the unprac- 
tifed feet, 
A grove extends ; in tangled mazes wrought, 
And filled with ftrange enchantment : --- 
-dubious f:1pes- 
Flic through dim glades, and jure the eager 
foot 
Of youchrul ardour to eternal chafe. 
Dreams hang on every leaf: unearthly forms 
Glide through the gloom ; and myftic  vifions 
{wim pica hee 
Before the cheated fenfe. Athwart the 
mitts, ou 
Far into vacant fpace, huge fhadows ftretch 
And feem_realities ; while things of life, 
Obvious to fight and touch, all glowing round, 
Fade to the hue of fhadows----Scruples here, 
With filmy net, moit like the autumnal 
webs 
Of floating goflamer, arreft the foot 
Of generous ciMerprife 5 and palfy hope 
And fair ambition with the chilling touch 
Of fickly hefitation and blank fear. 
Nor feldom Indolence, thefe lawns among, 
Fixes her turf-built feat 5 and wears the garb 
Of deep philofophy, and mufeful fits, 
In dreamy twilight of the vacant mind, 
Soothed by the whifpering fhade ; for footh- 
ing foft 
The thades ; and viftas lengthening into air, 
With moon-beam rainbows tinted Here 
each mind 
Of finer mould, acute and delicate, 
Inits high progrefs to eternal truth 
Refts fora fpace, in fairy bowers entranced 5 
And loves the foftened light and tender gloom 5 
And, pampered with moft unfubj{tantial food, 
Looks down indignant on the grofler world, 
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