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Each lawlefs influence to controul, 
And check by thought th’ impetuous foul. 
But wrathful from the ruin’d {cene I turn, 
- Supprefs the fruitlefs tear, with fruitlefs rage 
to burn. 
Shall then the daring axe invade 
‘The honours of that facred fhade, 
That fhade, illuftrious Kyrle,* to thee we 
owe? 
If ftill thy fpiric feel for ought below, 
Burfi with portentous voice yon marble wall, 
With fudden fright the uplifted arm appal ! 
Ah ftay the facrilegious fteel, 
Ere at their hearts thy trees fhall feel 
The blow relentlefs, aim’d by Gothic rage, 
That ftains with foul difgrace this dark bar- 
baric age! 
Alas! too late, the fatal blow has fped: 
Each lofty elm, with towering head, 
Falls proftrate at thy long negie¢ted tomb ! 
Could’ ft thou have feen, in time fo foon to 
come, 
. Fell Devaftation, mocking all thy toil, 
Thus doom to barren wafte thy favourite foil ! . 
How would thy God-like heart have bled 
O’er thy degenerate race ; 
What tears of anguifh hadft thou fhed, 
To view thy native fields defpoiled of every 
grace! 
Stripp’d of its cool proteéting fhade, 
Who now the ¢hurch-yard path fhall feek, 
When fummer funs with fultry heat invade ; 
Or when dread winter chills the plain, 
When howl thé winds, when drives the 
rain, 
Shall dare the furious blaft, all comfortlefs 
and bleak? 
And when forth iffuing from the facred fane, 
Their hearts {till glowing with devotion’s 
fire, 
Ah wae: fhall th’ unfhelter’d train 
For fober mufing thought retire ? 
Ah where fhali the touched foul improve 
The imparted gift of heavenly love? 
Unbleft attempt, thus rudely to divorce 
Our duty’s thorny path from pleafure’s vir- 
tuous courfe! 
Flow, Vaga, flow, and tell the mournful 
tale 
To every deep embofomed vale: 
For as 4 rove thy flowery banks along, 
‘Thus founds to Fancy’s ear Bais itive fong, 
Soft echoed from thy winding fhore, 
‘¢ Fall’n is my chiefef pride, and Rofs is 
‘2 now. no more ! bee 
No more the magic hand of Tafte 
Shall drefg the defolated wafte ; 
My ftream no future bard with zeal inflame, 
My boafted giories loft, and loft my clatfic 
» Damedy «2. : 
; PurLonEMus. 
%* John Kyrie, ran well known as es s 
wher of Rofs. 
Original Poetry. 
' Ah! why then will 
_ [May 1, 
THE DEVOUT WIDOW. 
DARK i in her weeds as any coal, 
Nigretta wept her widow’d ftate, 
And nearly for a month, poor foul, 
Sigh’d, wept, and moan’d at a fad rate. =» 
But not content with grief, fhe vows 
She’ll ne’er be pleaf’d again: fo faid, 
So done; fhe ftorms about the houfe, 
And every day fo fcolds the maid, 
That Betty anfwer’d in a pet, 
‘¢ Nay, madam, if you thus arraign 
The will of Heaven, Id lay a bet 
My mafter will return again, 
And punifh your rebellious will 
‘* Ah! Betty,” cried the gious fair, 
6° From hence be all my murmurs fill, 
And refignation all my care!” 
eee 
TO MY SWIFT MISTRESS. 
{From the Spani/b.) - 
AS a fample of charms all divine, 
When Chloe her ankles dilplay’d, 
Ah, muft I for ever repine, 
Thus tempted and flouted, I faid! 
She {mil’d: from my eager embrace - 
Efcap’d, and was foon out of fight ; 
Fancy retrace 
Thofe charms that thus aided her flight ! 
jee 
TO MY COY MISTRESS» 
( From the Spanifp. ) 
Al ! Chloe, too well does your Corydon 
know 
That your bofom, fo fair yet fo frigid, re- 
{embles, 
In more points than one, two sak hillocks 
' of fnow, 
See Cupid clofe by how he thakes and he 
trembles; 
And tho’ he is naked, he feels not fo bold » 
To fly to a bofom he knows is fo cold! 
: —<s— 
ANCIENT AND MODERN BEAUTIES. 
Cer maidens of old, when they wifh’d to 
efcape 
An importunate courtfhip or barbarous rape, 
Pray’d the gods that they would their iaect 
perfons transform 
Into fome fafe difguife from the cuca 
~ ftorm. 
Thus fair Arethufa, I know not eA 
daughter, 
On her lover’s warm fchemes was for throw- 
ing cold water ; 
And into a fountain the lady was pe 
Cold, bright, and untouch’d, eh the mea- 
dows fhe rang’d. - 
Coy Daphne, with Phebus i in amorous quar- 
rel, 
To avoid his fierce kiffes was “gai to a 
laurel. 
But a girl of this age, tho’ to love difin- 
. clin’d, 
Ne’er ‘changes her as tho? often hier 
eae : 
ind 
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