54 Original Poetry. 
The violet of Tyrian dye, 
- ‘¥¥hich with her breath was said to vie, 
Whose odour fili’d the gale. 
" Yet she had some capricious wiles, 
And oft amidst her sweetest smiles, 
Her tears would copious fall ; 
Perhaps to try how she might move, 
By this soft art his heart to love, 
Whom she ador’d of all. 
Intruth, he felt each charming grace, 
Which ported i in her lovely face, 
And tears so sweetly mild 3 
¥f but some fav’rite lambkin peraytdy 
Some tender youngling wanted aid, 
For she was nature’s child 
Her voice with melody replete, 
So varied wild. and simply sweet, 
Touch’d every feeling breast 5 © 
The youth, when list’ning to the strain, 
Would feel a not unpleasing pain 
Disturb his wonted rest. 
But near her steps, attendant stray"d, 
By some believ’d a lovelier maid, 
More regular of feature 3 
‘The poets, in their softest dreamy 
Could ne’er have found a fairer theme, 
A more enchanting creature. 
A vesture in the lightest taste, 
Lose flowing from her slender waist, 
Clasp’d by an azure zone 5 
Mov’d by the gentlest breezes aid, 
In graceful undulations play’d, 
With sunny lustre shone 
The gayest wreath, by fancy twin’d, 
Of various rose, and myrtle ‘join’d, 
Half shaded, half display’d; 
The beauteous polish of her bones 
Gave to her cheek a lovelier glow, 
A deeper, richet shade. 
Sometimes, in rustic garb bedight, 
With rake in hand and footstep light, 
She would her fav’rite lead, 
Where new-mown hay, in rows so neat, 
Filling the air with fragrance sweet, 
Adorn’d the smiling mead, 
Whate’er her dress, so gay her air, 
So fanciful, so debonair, * 
No mortal could resist her 5 
But ah! ’twas beauty of that cast, 
Too bright, too sanguine far to last, 
It pass’d with every zephyr. 
Next follow'd one with laughing eye, 
And lovely locks of auburndyc, 
Crown’d with a twisted vine 5 
Luxurious fruits dispensing round, 
Whose flavour exquisite is found, 
And sung by all the nine. 
The blooming peach her cheek defy’d, 
And with its downy soitness wey 
Her mouth the ruddy cherry; 
Her polish’d skin of nut- brown hue, 
In which the little streamlets blue, 
Play’d in their course so merry, 
Bespoke her Health’s peculiar carey 
Blithe Exercise’s fav’rite fair ; 
And they’d agreed togethery 
jFeb. 
Toheighten ev'ry native grace, 
To light her eye, to paint her facey 
“Ana thus had ta’en her thither. 
Her jacket was with russet ting’d, 
With grey and yellow deeply fring’d, 
So short as might be seen3 
Two lovely ancles full in sight, 
So neat, so taper, and so white, 
And witching too I ween. 
Young rosy lads, and damsels fair, 
Were ever her distinguish’d care, 
And they too lov’d her dearly ; 
Follow’d her steps where’er she stray’dy 
In sunny mead, or chequer’d shade, 
With song and glee so cheerly. 
Attended by this lovely train, 
She brought fresh off’rings to-her ewain, 
A rich and golden treasure, 
Of ripen’d horveces rosy store, 
With which her lap was running o’ery 
Abundant beyond measure. 
And last of all, appreach’d a maid, 
Who seem’d to want no foreign aid, 
To render her alluring ; 
White bland good humour’s pow’r alone, 
Through each expressive feature shont, 
A sympathy ensuring. 
No lively chaplet bound her brow, 
Of eglantine of vermil glow, 
With jessamine entwining; 
A simple fillet, of a dye, 
Too sober to attract the eye, 
Spoke her quite undesigning, 
Yet, to endear the social hour, 
Of mentat graces she had store, 
And wit that could inspire; 
Yet so well-temper’d was with love, 
That without wounding it could motes 
Each will to. its desire. 
Reading she lov’d, and could recite, 
With taste and feeling exquisite, 
And cadence ever sweet 5 
And oft by music’s melting pow’ Fs, 
She sooth’d her fav’rite’s pensive hours, 
And charm’d his lov’d retreat. 
But afl in vain, each charmer try*d, 
To be the chosen happy bride, 
Of this all-perfect creature, 
Perhaps too easy was the prize, 
Of pleading beauty, in his eyes, 
So strange is human nature. 
Had he with difficuity sought, 
He'd been perchance more surely caught 5 3 
But thus to be invited, 
Though eloquence and grace were theirs, 
And loveliness dissoiv’d in tears, 
To courte-was to be slighted. 
What could be’done but to repose, 
Where "twas so difficult to choogra== 
So giving each a ball, 
Which tokens of regard contain’d, 
He ever from that time remain’d, 
In friendship with them all. - 
Norwich. 
i; 
j. Ww. P. 
LIST 
