1799-] 
The aerial throng refufe to pour their throats, 
Or {pread their wings, to Phebus’ noon-tide 
beam, 
_But to the woods retire to tune their notes 
To the wild warblings of the mountain 
ftream. 
The purple day-fly fpreads his filken fails, 
And down the ftreamlet winds his buf 
rounds ; 
And as he glides before the fervid gales, 
His fairy horn with ceafelefs din refounds. 
The filent tenants of the glaffy pool 
Fly from the fervour of meridian heat, 
Down to the deep abyfs, and cavern cool, 
To court thé Naiads in their dark retreat. 
The fpotted fnake, clad in his colours gay, 
With fpiral folds yon filvery beech en- 
twines ; 
His fmooth fkin, glift’ning in the burning ray, 
With all the varied tints of beauty fhines. * 
Phillis, with thee I'll feek the cooling glade, 
Where from the fhadawy rock the ftream 
diftills ; | 
There will we walk content the humble 
Nor fear the dark’ning cloud of future ills. 
Liverpoal, May 9, 1799- IN: MRS: 
- Se ex si 
TO LIOw 
(Written in May.) 
FROM THE WELCH OF GWILYM TEW. 
AE! why, my Lro, e’er upbraid 
My chang’d-afteftion—fix’d and ftrong ? 
For Heav’n bears witnefs, deareft Maid ! 
I’ve lov’d but thee, and Jov’d thee long. 
Swift to the fhades of Death I go, 
Yet ftill my bofom heaves for thee, 
Doom’d tho’ I am with keeneft woe 
To love the maid that loves not me! 
Is there no fav’rite meadow bound, 
Or wild wood cool with chequer’d fhade, 
Where thou, while ‘Summer pranks the 
ground, © 
Mightft love to wander, cruel Maid? 
Ah! think how blithfome is the view, 
When groves the jocund May adorn, 
And op’ning buds of-lovelieft hue 
Are feen to grace the favage thorn! 
Thro’ ev’ry mead the cuckoo’s lay, 
With pleafing ‘call, unvaried floats ; 
While blackbirds, from each lonely f{pray, 
Refponfive pour their prouder notes. 
©! that my Lio now with me 
Might hear the untutor’d charm of fong ! 
No gayer warblings rure can be— 
No founds. more {weet to-woods belong ! 
The trees put on their livelieft glow:— 
O were my foul’s.bleft idol here ! 
The mountain ftreams melodious flow! 
*Tis beauty all, to eye and ear! 
Hufh’d are the winds on Arvon’s brow, 
The waves no longer lath the fhore! 
A fky more bright, more calm, than now, 
No Cambrian bard e’er fung besore. 
Original Poetry. 
{ thade, 
O3r 
Should Lio fay, ‘I'll meet thee there, 
At noon, beneath yon beechen fhade .”—= 
To deck a bower, with fondeft care, 
I'd rifle ev’ry funny glade. 
Then come, dear Maid, of modeft mien !—= 
With him who loves thee, deign to roves 
Nor fhun to trace the woods of green, 
And tafte th’ unfullied blifs of love ! y 
Clifford’ s-Inn. A.S:C. 
eer ed 
SONNET, 
' TO A REDBREAST. 
[8 Autumn’s wane thy fweetly-foothing lay 
And plaintive warblings lull’d my cares 
for rete 3, , 
When Winter came in gloomy horrors 
dreft, 
I faw thee filent on the naked fpray.” 
The trees again bedeck’d in foliage gay, 
While rays reflected ftreak the rofeate Weft, 
Again thy cadence fooths my anxious breatt, 
And trills the requiem of departing day. 
Thus when my love in watting ficknefs pin’d, 
‘Though drooping, fad, I mourn’d forlorn 
the while, ; 
. Yet would the Mufe the painful fenfe be- 
guile, 
Till hope to filent darknefs was confign’d ; 
And now one gleam benignant from above 
Reftrings a mournful lyre,--but tun’d to 
love. . 
———— 
A RIDDLE, 
ADDRESSED TO THE LADIES. 
T OVELY, gay, fantaftic creature, 
Source of ev’ry joy and pain, | 
Fair, imperfect, work of nature, 
Tender, credulous, and vain ; 
Falfe, fubtle, changing with the hour; 
Pleas’d, difpleas’d, uncertain why 5 
Pleafure’s votary, flave of pow’r, 
Flatt’ry’s victim,—what am I? 
: PETRUCHIO, 
Nd 
SONNET. : 
ON SEEING A BEAUTIFUL YOUNG FE-= 
MALE MANIAC IN BEDLAM. 
By George Dyer. 
oid, ; 
GWEET Maid! when ficknefs mars that 
angel face, 
Like the rude worm that riots on the rofe,. 
While goodnefs in the gentle bofom glows, 
Can beauty legve her dear accuftom’d place ? 
No:—ill the languid eye can beam a {mile, 
As neara cloud the fparkling fun-beams play, 
Kind harbingers of more ref{plendent day, 
Tho’ the fair fun conceals himfelf awhile: 
But, ah! fince Mzerancuory’s baneful hand 
_ Hath its vile poppies round thy temples 
{pread, heady 
Since moonftruck horrors haunt thy rettlefs 
All-hopelefs Pity here fhall talxe her ttand. 
_ Pity for thee thall fparé her tendereft figh 5 
. For thou ‘waft Piry’s child, the friend of 
Mifery. 
4M2 VARIETIES, 
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