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Say, did the {pring one od’rous bud difclofe 
That Am’rath fail’d to gather for his Rofe ? | 
Did not th’ anemony’srefplendent hue— 
Did not the violet with eyes fo blue— 
Did not the myrtle’s {weet and blufhing face 
With ftudious ¢are thy flowing treffes grace ? 
When winter chafed the azure from the fky, 
And loud rebellious whirlwinds hurried by, 
Did not the coftiy aloe blaze around, 
And velvet carpets paint the chequer’d 
ground ? : 
Thy tiffued caftan fhone with vivid dies, 
And di’monds ftrove to emulate thine eyes. 
Oh hours of tranfport ! never to retarn, 
Oh lamp of blifs! that ne’er again fhall burn, 
This dhipwreck’d beart has heard your part- 
ing lenell, 
Long have I bade your melting charms fares — 
well. 
Light of thefe eyes! art thou for ever gone ? 
Are all the dimpled {miles of pleafure flown ? 
Then let the tempeft rave—red lightning 
glare, 
Let loofe the haggard demons of defpair— 
Fall, fallye rains! yell cool this fcorching 
breaft, 
And foothea panting foul by grief opprefs’d.” 
But hark ! I hear the battle’s diftant roar, 
Let me then hafte and think of thee nomore. 
See ! Honour calls! her laurel’d wreath fhe 
fhakes, 
And ali my foul from paflion’s dream awakes. 
Falfe one, adieu ! to difiant thoresI fly, 
To faatch a wreathof death, or viétory. 
Laura Sopuia TEMPLE. 
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ODE TO WAR. / 
DEMON of battle! ruthlefs Pow’r! 
Humanity’s inveterate fae ; 
Whofeears with greedy joy devour 
The agonizing fhriele of woe ! 
When, breathing death, thy giant form. 
‘On vulture pennons cleaves the form, 
And calls the Furies of thy train to rife ; 
Then gentle Peace and Pity fly, 
Scared ‘at thy flaughter-beaming eye, . 
And fhrinking vanith to their native ikies 5 
“While yelling Carnage and Defiru€tion fell, 
Their gory banness to the wind unfurl’d, 
-And Murder, rifing from the deepeft hell, 
Stalk grimly horrid o’er the trembling world. 
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Review of New Mujfical Publications. - 
[July 1, 
Stern fpirit ! thy accurs’d controul’ 
Deftroys mild Nature’s genial fway 35 
Chills each warm feeling of the foul, 
And clouds with blood fweet Mercy’s ray. 
Oh why fhould man, to mifery prone, 
Hereditary child of woe; 
By bending at thine‘iron throne, 
Caufe wider ftreams of grief to flow! 
Full fooa, without thy-aid, infatiate War! 
The dream of life would wake upon. the ~ 
tomb 5 a 
But thy ioud trump refounding from afar, 
Rouies ftern Death, and haftens mortal’s 
' * doom. 
Ch fee yon chief to battle go, 
The ftroke arrefts him as he flies 3 
He fails—and in that fatal blow 
The hufband andthe father dies} . 
No more his beauteous bride fhall prove 
The tranfports of her lord’s return 5 
Nor, eager at the voice of Love, . 
His death-chili’d heart no more fhal] 
burn. 
Yet thy fierce foul unmov’d can hear 
The haplefs widow’s frantic cry 3 
Canft view the lonely orphan’stear, ~- 
And mock the groan of agony. 
But {weet with potent fway to charm 
The fury of thy wafting arm, 
May heaven-born Peace attune her feraph 
fong ; 
And long may Albion’s fea-girt ifle 
Enchanted own the grateful {mile, 
And hail the ftrain her echoing rocks among. 
Ah, no! again fhall ftream the tear ! 
For hark ! Ambition’s voice I hear 5 
And rifing Freedom calls to fave 
The facred rights our fathers gave, 
Yes, let us hafte—thofe rights defend, 
And force defpotic power to own 
That Sritons were not form’d to bend, 
Or tremble at a tyrant’s frown. 
And fhould th’ invader dare the fhore © 
Where glorious Freedom fits enthroned on 
high, 
Thou, War, fhalt bid thy fierceft thunders 
roar, ; 
Shalt lead her fons to conquer or to die ! 
ARISTOGITOM. 
Briftel, 3d Sune, 1803. 
REVIEW OF 
NEW MUSICAL PUBLICATIONS. 
Two Grand Sonatas for the Pianc-forte. Com- 
pofed and dedicated to Mifs Griffith, by G. F. 
Pinto, 7% : 
S patrons of fcience and cherifhers of 
\. rifing genius, we ever look with avidity 
into juvenile productions for {pecimens of 
dawning talent, and, promifes of future 
excellence. But tne name of Piaiobrought 
the prefent work to us with claims to pare 
ticular attention: and the recolleéted plea~ 
fure and admiration with which we have 
liftened to this young gentleman’s public 
performances on the violin, created an ex= 
.pectation which, we are forry, but obliged: 
to fay, has not been wholly gratified. We 
certainly find in thefe fonatas fome bold 
m and. 
