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ORIGINAL POETRY. 
THE FIRST DAY OF RAIN AFTER A 
DROUGHT. 
A SALLOW garb veils nature o’er, 
No friendly moifture giv’n, 
And parching meadsin vain implore 
Refrething drops of Heav'n. 
The thirfty earth each ftreamlet drains, 
And yawus and opes her famifh’d veins. 
Sad, o’er the barren lawn and heath, 
The lowing cattle ftray, 
Suck the rank nettle, or beneath 
Dry’d leaves that ftrew their way : 
For Summer’s mentle tarnith’d, torn, 
He fhakes it from him asin (corn. 
Fair Flora weeps her chaplets gay ; 
The rofes wont to greet, 
The blooming goddefs on her way, 
Untimely {trew her fect : 
Yet fhorter is their fhort-liv’d doom, 
Alas! they wither ’ere they bloom. 
‘Sad Zephyr fkims the garden round, 
And o’er his fav’rite grieves, 
And faintly fighs, with plaintive found, 
’Morig featter’d flow’rs and leaves. 
Tir’d bees unwonted diftanee roam, 
And bring but half their tading home. 
While Nature burns throughout her frame, 
Aud_ vapours taint the air, 
Can man alone exemption claim 
From ills all elfe mut fhare ? 
Ah! no; he feels her ev’ry pain, 
Link’d in the univerfal chain. 
But, foft, the welcome fhow’rs arrive; 
IIow drinks the gladden’d foil ! 
How the flow’rs breathe, the plants revive, 
Uow the gay paftures fmile ! 
And man, reviving with the earth, 
Inhales new health, new joy, new birth. 
But, ab! in vain for you, whofe pow’rs, 
In ling’ring pain decay ; 
In vain kind Heav’n its pity fhow’rs, 
And frethen’d breezes play. 
Jn vain the grateful earth replies, 
And breathes her incenfe to the fkies. 
Ye may not trace the filver ftream 
Along its winding way, 
Nor wonder at the fetting beam, 
To hail declining day : 
For ev’ning’s breeze and pearly dew, 
$0 fweet, in health, were death to you. 
E. A. Lr Nore. 
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SONNET. I. 
SOME boat the vine’s intoxicating juice, 
And call the Bachanalian’s joys divine ; 
Some hoard up riches which they never ufe ; 
But Ladore nor fplendid gold, nor wine. 
MonTtuty Mags, No, 116, 
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For fome ambition fpreads her varied charimz, 
Pointing the road to honour and to fame ; 
Some love the claugor of oppofing arms, 
And feek for glory in a hero’s name. 
But in my breaft ambition ne’er found place ; 
Nor does the clafh of arms delight mine 
ears: 
Be mine the blifs to gaze upon the face 
Of her I love, in finiles when it appears; 
To tafte the balmy ‘kifs, to view her fwime 
ming eye ; 
Prefs her foft breaft, and hear her melting 
figh. 
. : Je W. 
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SONNET II. 
CANTICLES il. 10. 
RSE up, my love! my fair one, come 
away ; 
Stern Winter’sfled; and Spring comes dan- 
cing on, 
Dreft in a robe of fragrant flowrets gay, 
And o’er tempeftuous ftotms has rais’d her 
throne. 
Warbling melodious notes, from every fpray, 
The plumag’d choir my faireft love invite ; 
The fcented grape nectareous, meets the 
fight ; 
The beauteous flowers their varied tints 
difplay : 
The furtle-dove is cooing in the grove, 
The blooming landfcape is with verdure 
crown’d ; 
Aji nature kind!y minifters to love ; 
Then let the dimpling laugh of pleafure 
found : 
Hafte, my beloved, why doft thou delay ? 
Rife up my love! my fair one, come away. 
J.W. 
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ELEGIAC VERSES 
TO THE MEMORY OF MR. ISAIAH BARDSLEY, 
LATE OF STQOCKPORT, IN CHESHIRE. 
QNE fpirit more has gain’d its native fky ! 
Exult, ye bafe ; the eye that watch’d you 
fleeps ; : 
While o’er the grave, where BarpsLey’s re- 
lics lie, 
The good lament, and filent Merit weeps. 
Afk whence his ftores of intellectual worth ? 
The pocet’s ardour? or the patriot’s flame ? 
Who form’d his mind, and call’d his genius 
forth ? 
Who taught him to deferve or covet fame ? 
No patron own’d him ; no Athenian porch, 
Nor academic fhade, for him diftill’d 
The dews of knowledge, or difplay’d the . 
torch f 
Of truth and f{cience, to his mind unfkill’d. 
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