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SONNET~ 
AN of the fnowy treffes ! thou muft ftray 
Through wafte unwater’d, and o'er herb- 
lefs hill, | 
Where blooms no bloffom, and where rolls 
no rill, 
To chear thy way to death, thy joylefs way. 
But Youth, whofe foul is hope, forefees no 
Dike 
Trees arch his flower-edg’d path, and land- 
{capes gay 
Smile all around him, while the King of 
day 
On fhades melodious fhines; and vallies fill. 
Right onward looks he with that fearlefs eye 
Which fees not in futurity a woe ; 
But Age, that o’er joys paft heaves many a 
figh, 
Soon, foon hall lay his tree of gladnefs low. 
I will eujoy life’s morning, e’er the fky 
Be cloath’d in night, and wintry waters 
flow. 
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Se A 
SONNET, 
Ma4JéstTic Rome, child of the folarhour, 
Where is the light of thy meridian rays ? 
Supreme of empires, ftate of boundlefs power, 
Where is the pomp of thy departed days ? 
Once, Sun of Nations, thou the ‘kies didt 
fway, 
And Earth, and Heaven, and Ocean, faw 
thy light ; 
But when the North-ftorm fouthward urg’d 
his way, é 
The Sun of Nations fet in endlefs night. 
Rome, thou art fallen to arife no more, 
And ftates, erft weak, thy weaker fate de- 
ride, 
And Danger quakes where Safety flept be- 
fore : 
How royally rides Ruin o’er thy‘pride ! 
Great waft thou in thy day, oh ftate fub- 
lime ! 
But greater far is he who flew thy greatnefs, 
> Time, ¥ 
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A ee 
SONNET. 
TP URICE enviable are the men who ftand 
Firm on the bafe of Virtue, and purfue 
The paths of Right. Can Pleafure them 
fubdue ? 
No, nor Misfortune thunder-crown’d, whofe 
hand 
Waves the thought-rapid lightning as. a 
brand ; 
Nor yet Profperity, whofe magic dew 
Melts the {oul’s ftrength to wealnefs, 
They shall view 
. Heav’n—thall with God himfelf walk hand- 
; in hand. 
Mon tury Maé. No, icé.. 
Original Poetry. 
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Their emblem is the mountain capp’d with 
{now, > : 
The time-defying mountain, by the fire 
Ele&ric fcourg’d above, and vex’d below 
By-oceans fierce and wind-confliiaing.ire 5 
That while feas tumult, and while tempefts 
blow, 
Unmov’d afpires, and bids his pines afpire. 
E, E~— 
SONNET. 
ie fallen grandeur, on the hill’s high browy 
A fhatter’d pile, a wreck of other years, 
Nods o’er the ftream that in the vale below 
Pours o’er lone ruins fympathetic tears. 
Pleas’d, o’er ftones mofly and weed-grown, to 
bend, 
And contemplate the folitary fcene 5 
While o’er my head the time-dark walls af- 
cend, 
Hung with feftoons of ivy blackly green. 
And while through fombre hal¥§ the cold 
gales ftray, 
Lone echo anfwering each intrufive found, 
J, pale Enthufiaft, not unmov’d, furvey 
Arches, and tombs, and columns, ftrew’d 
around. 
Ab me, ourmightiet monuments decay | | 
And is it not too true that we are frail as they, 
. E——=z, 
ee 
The vicTIM of SEDUCTION. 
By LAURA SOPHIA TEMPLE. 
LeuP howl’d the tempeft of a winter’s 
. night, 
And dying lamps difpens’d atwinkling light ; 
No friendly ftar illum’d the vault of Heav’ns 
But o’er its face big clouds were wildly driv’n 5 
Mute filence reign’d in each deferted ftreet, 
Save where the rufhing blaft, or pelting 
flevt 
Was heard to whiftle, or torudely beat, 
*T was then that_on a flinty ftep reclin’d, 
To alithe pow’r of wretchednefs refign’d, 
_ Grief on her cheek, and famine in her eye; 
A Child of Mifery was feen to lie. 
Rough blew the wind’ around her fhiveriag 
form, ; 
Loft were her fighs amid the rattling ftorm 3 
Uncover’d was her bofom, once fo fair, * 
Now the cold refidence-of dark defpair. 
Loofe down her back her matted trefles lay, 
Thofe lovely ‘locks, once deck’d in colours 
Bay 5 
Damp eke temples with the dews of 
death, ° 
And flowly drawn her thick and ftruggling 
reath 3 
Life’s quiv’ring taper hafens to an end 5 
On Death the cails—to her a welcome friend. 
I mark’d the clofing of her formy day, 
I faw her ling’ring graces fteal away, 
Heard the laft‘accents tremble oa her lips, 
While Nature figh’d etbeauty’s dire eclipie. 
Kk Ca 
