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ORIGINAL POETRY. ; rng 
[Sept. 1, 
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THE WATER LILY. 
HE banks of the Chelmer exhibited 
’ flowers 
Of various ciasses and ‘hues, 
Which, foster’d by Zephyrs, 
and showers, 
Though wild, did sweet odours diffuse. 
When wandering one Nee its margin 
along, 
My only companion my Muse, 
I sought in my ramble’a subject for song ; 
And wish’d the most worthy to chbose, 
and sun-beams 
When Jo! in the midst of the stream f 
beheld, 
A flower which repos’d on its breast, 
While the f nd parent flood, oft saluting it, 
swell’d, 
As proud of che prize it possess*d: 
A silver-leafd lily, with petals of gold, 
Encompass’d by many a budy 
i saw, and desiring the treasure to hold 
impatiently viewing it stood. \ 
Andthinking that Cowper's, though plucked 
from the Ouse, 
WwW assurely jess lovely ied this, 
I wish’d jor a spaniel my cause to espouse 5 
A spaniel as faitoful as his.* 
Bat knowing my lack of such aid, T déelin’d, 
All thoughts of possessing the flowers 
Nor wish'd, it, when ofce it eccur’d to my 
i mind, 
Thar, if pluck*d, it would die inan hour. 
While, there if Deft itunirjur’d, I knew, 
Retaining its beauties, "would lives 
And I frony observing izs-delieate hue, 
A pleasure again might receive. 
Cicluis ford. j--Por Ter. 
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THE RUINtL SHRUBBERY. 
Rx MBOWER’D by trees, whose sily?ry 
shadows sleep ; 
On Chelmer’s tosem, as of late J stray’d, 
T heard a lay, Rot loud indeed but deep ; 
That seem’d to issue from a neighbouring 
shade, 
Attentive to the sad mellifuous strain, 
Which as [I listen’d, louder scem’d to 
. swell, 
Scon witha pleasure, not unmix’d with 
pain, 
I recogniz’d my favorite Philomel. 
The same Sweet songstress I had often heard 
By Mildmay’s mansion, odorous shrubs 
among, ’ 
Now fore’d from these recesses, sang the 
bird ; 
And Fancy thus interpreted hersong. 
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” * Alluging to Cowpers ** Dog aud Water- 
6 Sweet shrubb’ry ! from whose violated 
shade, 
To this ignobler spot with fear I flew, _ 
Sequester’d haunts, ’mid which the Muses 
stray’d, 
Enamour’d of my evening lays—adieu. 
‘© The ruthless woodman. with ‘his axe 
arrives, 
The venerable oaks and led te fell, 
The lawn of all its lovely pride deprives ;—= 
Dear desolated iawn, a long farewell! 
*€ The shrubs that forth their infant foliage 
shot, 
And flourish’d ’neath the last Fitzwalter’s 
eye, 
Pluck?d up and planted in some meaner spot, 
Indignant droop’ their with’ring heads’and 
“die. 
«€ The flowers toos tities onder Sots, or 
torn 
By ruilian fingers, lose both bud aadblogst; 
While Zephy: ‘s o’er the ruin lingering mourn, 
Or leave it laden with its last pertume! 
«« Dear desolated spot ! too long enjoy’d, 
Since now no more thy wonted charms I 
. view, 
By iron-handed Avarice destroy’d ; 
Dear desolatea shenbbery—adieu ! e 
So sung the mourniul melodist, then paus 4, 
As if dispos’d ‘no loliger to a 
Til! anguish, by renew’d reflection caus’d, 
Produc’d the same sad elegy again. 
Che! msford. 
, SONNET: 
BY ANTHOCLES. 
PHE midnight storm is high, and sadness 
brings . 
To many a'musing melancholy mind: 
It seems the tempest on bis dreary wihgs, 
Bears tribulation ; andthe hollow wind 
Is fill’d with boding vwicés : but to those 
J. Portsr, . 
Whom blithe content surrounds, who deem 
it not 
A sin to feel delight, the blast that aes 
Is quickly perish’d, and its breath forgot = 
Bright le: the tapers team: the ruddy fire 
With beighten’d rosiness exalt the glow | 
Of woman’s blooming check; and wine 
inspire 
The cpen heart’s exhilarating: flow ! 
Woo that is wise, would yield the: siglo 
hour 
To bitterness, when bliss i is in his paner § : 
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BY THE SAME, 
Swift flew the bounding bark along the tide, 
Whose emerald waters flash’d in snowy 
Spray 
Beneath the keel : 
Now rose, now fell, o'er the deep ocean= | 
way, 
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the sea-birds that beside — | 
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