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Madreffed to 2 beautiful young Lady, who kad 
been a long time anfent on the Continent. 
FUSE morn was bright—the tempeft o'er, 
The breeze blew lightly off tie fhore, 
When Caro.tine, her lily band 
Wav’d as fhe left her native land. — 
Still, with a tearful gaze, I mark, 
Far off, the beauty-freighted bark, 
Where melting from my aching view, 
She proudly rides the biliows blue. 
Now dead appears each well-known fcene, 
The glafly brook, the meadow green, 
Thé daify’d lawn, the upland fwell, 
The theli’ring cave, the moffy well 5 
The rofe hath loft her blufhing bloom, 
The lily fhed her foft perfume ; 
And ev’ry fhrub that cecks the grove, 
But tells me of my. abfent love. 
Unheeded now the woodman’s fong, 
Echoes the rufiet wilds among ; 
Yor fhepherd, tenant of the plain, 
Now fills for me his flute in vain 3 
Aye, heav’n-ward may the fky-lark float, 
And fcatter wide the mellow note 3. 
The wren may pipe his metry lay, 
Perch’d viewlefs on the leafy {pray. 
Oft, gentle maid, my guidelefs feet 
Pace round at eve thy fav’rite feat ; 
Where late, the lily-fcented gale 
Would love to loiter, and inhale 
The Iweets, that with a wifhful care, 
Thine infant hand had planted there ;— 
But now the thiftle’s armour’d head 
Ufurps the wr let’s lowly bed. 
Can Mem’ry fail, my love, to trace 
Yon lake’s cloud-pictur’d, wavelefs face, 
Where oft, along its willowy fhore, 
For thee I’ve urg’d the plafhing oar ? 
Thea was this arm with vigour ftrung 5 
No forrow o’er this forehead hung ; 
And then thy foft benignant fmile, 
Could charm away the thought of toil. 
Yon oak, whofe fummer-foliag’d arms, 
Have theiter'd oft thy fairy charms ; 
Where ftretch’d beneath his ample boughs, 
-AffeGtion urg’d- her pious vows ; 
Now in his fombre mantle dreft, 
And robb’d of Spring’s umbrageous veft, 
Seems the partaker of my grief, 
And fheds around the wither’d leaf. 
Ah, Carotine! the foft’ring {pring 
Shall o’er the oak her vefture fling ; 
— 'fSept. 
OOF I ana 

Again fhall breathe her genial power, 
Expand the leaf, and paint the fower: 
The zephyr thali again unclofe 
The embryo petals of the rofe ; 
But will it wait thee, CARroLing, 
To bleis this heart, for ever thine ? 
Liverpool, Sept. 7. T. AsuTon, 
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SONNET, 
TRANSLATED FROM PETRARCH. 
Ate NE and penfive, near fome deiert fhore, 
Far from the haunts of man, I love to 
ftray : : 
And, cautioufly, my diftant path explore, A 
Where never human footftep mark’d the 
way.— 5 - 
Thus from the public gazeT ftrive to fly, 
- And to the winds alone my griefs impart 5 
While in my hollew cheek, and haggard eye, 
Appears the fire that burns my inmoft heart, 
But, ah ! in vain, to diftantfcenes I go; 
No folitude my troubled thoughts allays : 
Methinks e’en things inanimate mu& know 
The flame that on my foul in fecret preys; 
While love, unceviquer’d, with refiftleisfway, 
still hovers round my path, ftill meets me oR 
my way ! : 
J. B. e. 
ODE XXII OF THE FIRST BOOK OF 
HORACE. ; 
HE upright man, and pure of heart, 
Nor needs the Meor’s prote€ting dart, 
Nor loaded quiver, nor the bow, 
With poifon’d thaft, to piercé the foe. 
Whether the Syrte’s whelming waves, 
Or favage Caucaufus he braves ; < 
Or, fearlefs, through firange regions goeSy 
Where fabulous Hydafpes flows. 
Me, as through Sabine woods I ftray*d, 
And fung my true, my much-lov'd maid, 
Wand’ring too far, devoid of fear, 
And thoughilefs of the danger near, 
Unarm’d, aweak and eafy prey, 
A wolf beheld, and fied away. 
No moniter fo immenfe can boaft 
‘The warlike Daunia’s wood-crown’d coafi ; 
Nor Juba’s thirfty regions feed, 
Where the tremendous lions breed. 
Place me in cold and dreary plains, 
‘W here oné eternal winter reigns 5 
Where no warm breeze of fummer blows, 
Nor tree, nor flower, nor herbage grows 5 
Regions; 
