1809.) 
Weak that Iam! to seek in others? faults, 
The cause and origin of all my woes ! 
When thou thyself, their fountain-head, art 
nigh, 
Whose rigour not from scorn, but pride 
arose. : 
O! say Trene, was thy beauty’s flower ' 
So fresh, whea first I sped me on my way ? 
That eye, which glisten’d like pale Cynthia’s 
beam, 
Now shines out glorious as her brother’s 
ray. 
Then, your:sole thought was to retain your 
slaves, 
And haply, not among'the last was found 
Phileno, @ new .conguest, form’d to 
grace 
The victor’s garland, which your temples 
bound. 
But now, alas! O! death to all my hopes ! 
Thou hast such increase to thy former 
grace, 
That ampler swells thy vassal circle now, 
> Who smile on ruin, and enjoy disgrace. 
One lover swears, thou art his sovereign 
good 3 : 
For thee, his life, another captive sighs 5 
Thee one adjures as his divinity ; 
One vows he droops, another that he dies. 
All praise in emulative zeal thy charms ; 
One says, the bed, where costly pearls 
repose, 
Grows pale with envy of thy lovelier skin, 
That cheek, when looking on thy bosom, 
glows. — . 
Throw round a glance upon the abject 
throng, . : 
_A thousand features lose their native 
red 5 
Break forth a smile in ambush from thine 
eye, 
A thousand sinking wretches raise the 
head. 
She sees her pow’r, delighted then essays 
Her empire to extend, with pride replete, 
And scarce to memory, unkind recails 
Phileno, sad, expiring at her feet. 
Recall, recall to mind, Irene fair, 
That thou hast sworn eternal constancy; 
Forgotten all, but tenderness, return, 
Return, to thy first infant love, and me. 
For if I look into the years that come, 
Of distant comfort, or of hope what sign? 
Whom shouid [ live for,whom alas! esteem, 
If chet most precious heart’s no longer 
mine? 
‘IL CONSIGLIO. 
Listen, O! Thyrsis, and believe, my friend, 
Sincerely that I speak, and void of art; 
Pity J feel, and tremble to regard 
' The fond aspiring wishes of thy heart, 
Montuty Mas, No, 190, 
Original Poetry. 
AOS 
Who has advis’d thes, simpleton, to gaze 
On Nice’s face, who smiles but to betray? 
©! rather guard thee “gainst her secret 
snares, i 
Snares which await their voluntary prey». 
That Nice’s blest with charms, too well I. 
know, 2 
Too well my conscious heart, my sighs 
confess, 
In her dear mien a sweetness Nice has, 
Grateful to all, which nothing can expres$e 
That no one can explain, which otlier 
nymphs 
To catch or imitate but strive in vain 5 
But ah! this fearful trath thou dost net 
know; - Ae 
Nice exerts a tyrant’s despot reign. 
Full weil I know, for oh! the victor power 
OF those fine features 1 have dard to 
try, 
"Twas but one little moment, heavens! I 
look’d, + 
And from that moment I ne’er ceas’d to 
sigh. 
Full well I know, as do these shady valesy 
These desart woods, that offer calm 
retreat, 
Who, witness of my tears, that much lov’d 
name 
' Have learnt from me so often to repeat. 
In those sweet courteous manners if you 
trust, ; 
Whose strong allurements have enticd 
thy heart, ' 
Those languishing and stolen looks believes 
Which, meeting thine, she uses with such 
art. 
In prattle soft, that bide one hope so much 
And promises so little, you confide, 
You will believe, O credulous! for thee, 
Pity and tenderness her heart divide. 
I have believ’d, and been alas! deceiv’dy 
’Tis childish folly, and illusion all 5 
Nice loves only of her sparkling eyes 
To spread the fatal triumph, to enthrall} 
Nice delights in nothing, save to view : 
Of wretches swell each day the circling 
throng, 
Allurements *tice the heart, which newly- 
bleeds 5 
But scorns the meed of those, who suffer 
long. 
Yet no one from her fetters can escape, 
And what her magic is, or what her artsy 
Alike I know not, conscious but of this, 
Hated, we love, and yield, though scorn’d 
our hearts. 
But ah ! if e’er enamour’d you become, 
Of smiling peace, of happiness despair 
Fetters await thy unrequited love, 
Bonds, which alas! you must for ever 
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