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SONNET TO HOPE. 
IMITATED FROM CARLO MARIA MAGGI, 
BY MARIANA STARKE. 
WEET Hore! Benignant present from 
above, 
Friend to the wretch who owns no friend 
beside 5 
Parent of Comfort, gentle nurse of Love, 
Qn earth our treasure, and to heay’n our 
guide ! : 
Thou who, when Conscience dooms my guilt- 
stain’d soul J 
To the dark cavern of the fiend Despair, 
Canst all my anguish, all my fears centroul, 
And bid me trust a Saviour’s grace to fhare! 
Thre’ fev’rish life. protect me, guardian 
Pow’r ; 
Nor trembling flee, in that portentous hour 
When Death’s inverted torch shall meet my 
sight 5 i 
But bear thy suppliant to the realms of day 5 
Nor quit me, till thy semblance fade away 
Mid awful Certainty’s refulgent light ! 
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SONNET TO THE CICALA *. 
FROM THE SAME. 
FAVOUR’D Cicala! thou, whose transient 
days 
Th’ ambrosial tears of balmy Morn fuftain ; 
Contented, on thy native woods to gaze, 
No thought aspiring fills thy breast with 
pain. 
As Ceres’ herald, comes thy artless song, 
With welcome sounds the peasant’s ear to 
greet; 
And while thou rov’st the yellow plains 
among, Jes ge 
No sportsmen rude dare rifle thy retreat. 
Thou scorn’st the peasant’s riches to de- 
stray 5 
To prey. on others’ wealth ne’er gave thee 
Joy... 
Vocal, abstemious, unoftending fly ! 
Blissful thou liv’st, while summer-suns 
appear ; 
Peaceful thou di’st,ere wintrystorms be near} 
A death so tranquil scarcely is to die. 
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THE LEGEND OF BACCHUS & ARIADNB) 
A DRINKING SONG. 
ACCHUS landed on an isjand 
Where he Ariadne found, 
Who the lewland and the highland 
With her wails did fll all round. 
Chorus of Echoes. , Fill all round. 
+ * The Cicala, which somewhat resembles 
our English Chafer, is said to live only during 
the hottest months of summer, and to feed 
entirely upon air; it sits ona tree singing all 
‘day, in fine weather, and with a voice sy toud 
‘as to astonish every person who sees thé dimi- 
Hutive size of the insect. | 
If T mistake not, this Sonnet of Maggi 
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Curst be Theseus! she was shrieking; 
Tempests, vent your rage on- him }- 
Rocks, contrive his vessels breaking ! 
Surges, fill it to the brim. ry 
To the brim. 
Qn a broken plank then let him, -' 
Ocean, plough an endless rout ! 
And, if raging: thirst beset him, 
Splash thy brine for drink about. . 
Drink about. ’ 
Why lament your vile despiser ° 
Why for such a lover pine ? 
Says the god, and softly eyes her, 
Nymph forget to love and whine. 
Love and wing, 
Or if it too hard be for thee 
Cupid’s arders to subdue ; 
Let them feed on one more worthy, 
Haste thy arms to fill anew. 
Fill anew. 
Once, said she, I dwelt in gladness, 
Minos’ darling, Creta’s boast 5 
Herves lov’d me then to madnessy 
J was all the princes? toast. 
The princes’ toasts . 
But I fled my father’s palace, 
Welcom’d Theseus to my arms, 
Made him drunk in pleasure’s chalice 5 
Now he loaths my yielding charmse 
Yielding charms. 
Yet since thow art young and amorous) — 
And inclin’d to be my swain, 
IT will not be idly clamorous, 
But consent to kiss again. : 
Kiss again. 
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SHENSTONE. 
The late Mr. Greaves, of Claverton who was 
the friend and executor of Shenstone, was the 
author of the following inscription for an urty 
erected in bis garden to the memory of that 
poet. | Pik 
ON A WOODBINE OR HONBYSUCKLE 
WHICH INSTINCTIVELY CLASPED IT§$ 
TENDRILS ROUND AN URN TO, THE 
MEMORY OF SHENSTONE, 
AMIbst these laurels ever green, 
And ivy mantling round, 
Poor Shenstone’s votive urn is seen, 
And consecrates the ground. 
This limpid stream, that murmuring fallgy 
And winds those shades.among, 
His Leasowes to our mind recalls, . 
Andsweetly plaintive song. 
The woodbing here its sweetest flowers 
And rambling shoots confines: 
And round the urh, *midst vernal showers. 
“Its sheltering foliage twines. ast 
These roses, though they rarely view * 
The sun’s all-cheering ray, 
Yet, to the bard so justly due, 
Their annual tribute pay, 
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