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if beauty then’s a fhort-liv’d flow’r, 
Guard with care each gircling hour, 
And the luftre of the mind 
Wear with youth and charms combin’d. 
Stormy Winter, doft thou fpare 
Vi'let fweet or cowflip fair ? 
Does thy blaft its raging pow’r 
Soften to the drooping flow’r? 
Age is Winter, and his ftorm 
Foll oft doth ftrike the faireft form 5 
But the treafuyes of the heart 
Withftand his keen uplifted dart. 
P.S. R. 
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7 filent woe I hafte away 
From thee, lov’d Lucy, blue-ey’d fair! 
My heart to doubt and fear aprey, 
And fweetly-anxious pleafing care. 
Ah, ftraight-form’d lafs ! while I am borne 
O’er azure ocean far.from thee, 
Some other lover lefs forlorn 
' May fteal thy gentle heart from me. 
But oh, tohim who loves fo well, 
Wilt thou be conftant; light-hair’d maid ? 
Then all his thoughts on thee fhall dwell, 
Where’er his future life be laid. 
And if at length his beamy eye 
_ Again fhall native Albion view, 
Oh he fhall bid all forrow fly, 
By wedding her whofe love was true, 
E. E—7rr. 
SES 
SONG. 
WV HEN youthful Time his race began, 
The fnow-drop of the year of man, 
Love, deck’d life’s vernal vale : 
Oh, is not love the faire flow’r 
That blooms in pleafure’s blooming bow’r ? 
Yes; but "tis fair and frail, 
When f{miling in its native mead, 
>Tis fweet, ah very {weet indeed, 
But pluck it and it dies 5 
And oh itis afummer flow’r, 
it droops when fortune’s tempefts low’r, 
When wintry ftorms arife. 
Yet Iwill ftray through every grove 
To feek thee, lovely flower of love, 
Thou faireft, fraileft flow’r ; 
For brief (how brief !) is life’s blefs’d May, 
And who fhall Time’s fleet courfer ftay, 
Who curb the rapid hour? 
E. E—tTr. 
Zhe WINDOO LOVER’s ADDRESS ¢o the 
EVENING BREEZE. 
G°: wanton breeze, to Cafhmere’s wavey 
groves, 
Whofe wild and tangled haunts my fair-one 
loves 5 
There gaily kifs each foft voluptuous flow’r, 
‘Then haften to my Abra’s fecret bow’r. 
But oh ! forget not as thou fly’ft along 
To fteal the mufic of each warbler’s fong ; 
Montuty Mas. No. ro2. 
Original Poeiry. 
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Then feek the fhades whete creeping violets 
{fpring, 
And bear their treafures on thy downy wing ; 
Nor yet forget the bright and mutky rofe, 
W hole modeft face with vermeil tinéture glows, 
Flutvring around it tell thy tend’reft tale, 
A.nd win it fromits mate the nightingale.* 
And now thy filken pinions wide expand, 
For Abra’s mantling bow’ris near at hand. 
Oh ! when thou fee’ft the maid my withee 
feek, 
With fpicy whiSpers fan her damafk cheek ; 
Pant in the ringlets of her ebon hair, 
And court the laughing Loves that frolic 
there ; 
Breathe on thofe crimfon lips whofe honey’d 
ftore 
The wretched Amurath mutt tafte no more ; 
Sport in the liquid heaven of her eye, 
And o’er her neck of marble foftly figh, 
Then waft, oh waft the melody of fong, 
Let fome fad cadence gently fteal along. 
Bid the lone night-bird all his griefs reiate, 
And tell her that he fings of Am’rath’s fate : 
Tell her, like me he mourns a faith!efs love, 
Like me his thoughts to vanifh’d pleafures 
rove 3 
Like me he fhuns the morn’s ethereal dies, 
Like me to evening’s tender fcene he flies. 
Go, lovely meflenger ! thefe words repeat, 
Ere this deferted heart has ceas’d to beat. 
‘¢ From thefe deep fhades where flumb’ring 
filence reigns, 
‘The victim of thy perfidy complains. : 
Whereare thy vows, perfidious ? whither fled? 
Think not to veil from Heav’n thy guilty 
head. 
Thofe broken vows are regifter’d on high, 
Swift to the awful throne of God they fly, 
There in the inky page of Fate they dwell, 
Therethe dark catalogue of crimes they {well, 
And haft thou then forgot that {miling hour, 
Whien firft this bofom own’d thy beauty’s 
pow’r ? 
When, as I gaz’d, a warm luxuriant glow 
Of thy foft cheek would tinge th’ inflamed 
{now ? Ua 
How feem’d with love to move thy talking 
‘ eye, ay 
How ihiver’d through my frame thy {moe 
ther’d figh ! 
Hope fondly whifper’d that thy heart was 
mine, 
And filence feem’d that rapture to refine. 
When fummer fun.beams danc’d along the 
vale, 
And mufic trembled in each breathing gale, 
Oft would Trove where pines their fhodow 
threw, 
Where tawny dates and {picy citrons grew 3 
There inthe twilight of the curtain’d boughs 
Where verd’rous Nature kept adeep repoie, 
There would burft forth my wild untutor’d 
lays, : 
And laughing echoes warbled Abra’s praife. 
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* See Dr. Darwin’s Botanic Garden. 
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