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fh} to reverige thee, there are other ways, _ 
For, if tolsay. that thee I dearest ‘old, 
‘Foown love, be outrage in thine eyes, 
. Retort the injury 4 thousand-iold. 
& E pardon all, and anrepining bear— 
But Io! thou smilest like the ‘opening 
<T-OFD— yi 
©! smile, too much for mortal sense to bear, 
Amidst a host of fascinations born ! 
Gaze, O my Chioris, at this moment gaze ! 
See what new beauties ia thy charming face! 
‘That smile gives birth to! O consider then, 
The ten-fold face of pity’s added grace. 
Ves, I confess, that great the ’vantage is, 
When Blayiul smiles come mantling o’er 
the cheek, 
But when from pity’s sacred source they 
spring, , 
They boast a charm, to which all else are 
weak. 
t turn and view thee,dearest,sweetest maid, 
“In the clear stream, that-idly flows along, 
Yet once again! but inthe witching mood, 
Which to compassion does so well belong. 
in thy countenance a thousand 
. charms, 
ecard d by novelty, to sight shall rise, 
ind Scorn no longer with a jelous hand 
The lustre shall withhold of those bright 
eycs. 
LE’ INCFAMPO. 
Provp little streamlet! whose unspating 
hand 
Has added vigour to thy course? oO! stay ! 
I go to ‘Chloris, open mea path, 
“ah e haste of lovers braoks not cold delay. 
Already, on the other side she waits, 
Let me herdear society but gain, 
Then pour thy_ floods upon my fields around, 
I will not of thei injury complain. _ -. 
But yet your waters swell, 
increase ! 
E’en now the infant smiling day is near ; 
See bow Aurora opes her timid eyes, 
Chloris awaits, and I still linger here. — 
QO! 
your ,waves 
_envious.! when have 1 deserw’d such 
scorn? s 
Far off I’ve driv’n the cattle from thy bed, 
For Phyllis, and for Lycoris, have wrea:h’d 
Fresh flow’rets from thy bank, to deck. 
their head. 
Ungrateful! oft, and T attest the poste os 
Not to deprive thee of thy liguic storey, 
Havel denied my thirst a few poor drops, 
When I have lain expiring on the shore, 
Adpbrongh the champaign round thy worth, 
Thy praises, glitter inko common rank, 
If through cool shades thy streamlet steals 
along, 
Thank me, I planted Jaurels on thy bank. 
XY 
Original Poetrif. 
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Ah me! how chang’d'‘ th’ expression of et 
Ah ! thou Irene, hast so many proofs, 
-Belov’d Irene, when an age gone by, 
{ Oct.-T; 
Then, scarce you bath'd the smallest grain 
of sand ; 
A little branch, torn by the wind away 
From some unnotic’d shrub or stripling 
tree, 
Was obstacle enough to check thy way: 
But now, chang’d i in amoment toaflood, — 
Swolien with waters, and with foamy sprays 
Trees, rocks, you overthrow, disdain your 
sani . : 
Ard pass along, unheeding what I say. 
Poor little stream? murm’ring amid the 
rocks, 
Within thy narrow bed thou soon shalt be, - 
In sport, Ill cross thee, and disturb those 
WAVES, 
Which thick weit mud, shali flow then 
to the sea. 
ES, ee gs 
IL RITORNO. 
WuaT nsw, what unaccustom’d coldness, 
sa 
Bedims and robs of half their pow’r ‘thy 
charms? 
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Phileno hastens to thy widow’d arms. ~ a 
What, is it thus you welcame my return, | 
This the reception I might hope to find ? - 
Tam not chang’d, yet you are not the same, 
The dear, the love-sick girl, I left behind. 
face! 22, | 
Smiles ers’t have play’d upon that polish’ 7 y 
brow, oe : 
Sweet looks of love, which cheated me of 
thought, a: 
And fell despair 5 ‘but they are faded Ew 
What crime is this, which calls displeasure 
down?” 
Some venom’d tongue, of rival, breathing: 3 
hate, ; 
Perhaps has sullied my fair Ene to thee, 
And call’d a faith in question, fix’d as fate. 
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Of a devotion which increasing grows, 
And art so conversant with all my thoughts, 
Thou should’st not have believ'd a —- 
sand foes. 
Rather believe those: vieistes eyes of thine, 
Which look into my very soul as spics, 
Than what a rival’s eager zeal may frame, 
Or gilded sophistry of specious Ties. 
Fix on my face one steady gaze of thine, 
Severely scrutinize my every part, 
And in the temple of my bosom see, © 
If ought but love of thee possess my heart. 
O beauteous eyes ! of my beloved maid, 
Whe e’er will know its secret folds but 
ye > 
Ye, who first fann’d my ee into a flamey,\ 
Ei¢ 1 myself, my ruin could foresee. 
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