1807.] 
| ToL.—— 5S, 
AN UNFORTUNATE FEMALE, 
MPPHE sky with the evening’s last crimson was 
glowing, 
As pensive I walk’don the road: 
*Twas June, and the breeze a soft. perfume 
was blowing 
From a plant in the hedge, by the high-way 
side growing ; 
Ah! *twas for it a wretched abode ! 
°Twas the fam’d shrub of Provence, its rose- 
buds appearing 
So fait—to the season so true, 
Some flowers in full bloom o’er the wild bram- 
bles peering, 
And with their sweet fragrance the lonely 
scene cheering ; 
O flowers of such beauty how few! 
What hind in rude cruelty planted it there, 
*Mid the briars and rank weeds to grow ? 
Where each passing stranger its blossoms may 
tear, 
May ravish its beauties with kindness severe, 
And then in the dust lay it low. 
E’en such, luckless damsel, will soon be thy 
fate, 
O lost one, so lovely, so fair ! 
Wild youths, in the ardour of passion elate, 
Each shall strive, how unworthy! to claim 
thee as mate, 
And each make thy ruin his care. 
Then turn thee, O maiden, to virtue be true, 
Turn from pleasure—from danger away ; 
Sweet peace inthy bosom her reign shall re- 
new, 
Sincere shall thy friends be, and stedfast, 
though few, 
Thou lamb that didst wander astray. 
Turn to virtue, O damsel, so lovely, so 
sweet ! 
And our friendship shall ever be thine ? 
Shall plead in thy cause to the good and the 
great— 
Thy reward, though yet distant, thou surely 
shalt meet— 
For virtue’s reward is divine. 
VALENTINO. 
oe 
For the Monthly Magazine. 
i LOVE thy subjugating will, 
O sweet Suspense that keep’st from ill, 
True—aching, panting, is tay pain! 
Trembling, tearful, is the gain 
With which thou would’st relieve—-and tost 
In bitter joys, the mind is lost. 
Ah: if thou yield to certain Wee, 
Let me caress the stil] nor know 
Of other charms—but think thee kind, 
Nor aught out thee, or seek, or find— 
Yet; while thy fluttering sway prevail, 
Should brightening Joy appear—bewail 
Not though thou quit thy shortened reign. 
TU love thee stillas when again 
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Thou com’st to visit in my breast, 
Tl give thee place, and rule, and rest. 
For oh, when next I sigh with thee, 
Too much to hope, to be set free. 
Since thou resign’st to Peace thy care, 
1711 hail the blessing witha tear, 
Which gratitude shall pay-—the while, 
{ thank thee for this parting smile. 
j. P. Binunanm, 
— 
LINES 
WRITTEN ON LEAVING ENGLAND, FoR 
ONE OF THE WEST INDIA ISLANDS. 
YE chalky clifis, that tower sublime, 
And stern defy wide- wasting Time ; 
Ye fruitful vales, that spread beneath, 
Where Plenty twines her brightest wreath 5 
Ye waving woods, that cloath the steep, 
High mantling o’er the foaming deep; 
Thou land, with every blessing crown’d, 
For wisdom, commerce, fame, renown’d 5 
To all thy charms [ bid farewell, - 
But oft? on thee shall memory dwell; 
‘With retrospective eye shall view, 
Those pleasing scenes that once I knew ; 
Those scenes that erst attuned my mind 
To views illum’d by nature kind. 
Those partial friends, sincere, but few, 
I bid one lingering, last adieu. 
May all their cares be lulled to rest, 
May troubles ne’er invade each breast; 
May all so virtuous ever find— 
The temple of a quiet mind ! 
Whether, in arctic realms of snow, 
Or torrid plains where simooms blow 3 
Whether, by Fortune’s frown deprest, 
Or by the fickle dame carest; 
The ties of gratitude will bind 
My ardent, but untainted mindj 
And ever for their weal shall rise 
The prayer that’s grateful to the skies, 
Borne on the surge, the vessels heave, 
And swift rebound from wave to wave; 
Britain’s loved shores grow dim to view, 
And soon are wrapped in misty blue. 
Beneath some cool Banasa’s shadey 
Or cocoa’s tufted foliage laid; 
In isles beyond the western star, 
Pil dream of fer who’s absent far ; 
VU bid her, robed by fancy, rise— 
And ere the brightillusion flies, 
Pll tell her, that for ber I bore 
My fortuncs toa distant shore. 
Knutsford, 
Sune 18, 1807. 
ALFRED. 
enema 
STANZAS. 
ONTENTED thro’ the vale of life, 
Unknowing and unknown; 
Free froim ambitious hopes and strife, 
I sink serenely down. 
No wayward cares tumultuous risey 
Toagitate my breast ; 
With tranquil mind in yonder skies 
_d seek for endless rest. 
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