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-” ORIGINAL POETRY. 
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LA TEMPESTA. How have I long’d for thee, ecstatic hour! 
“FUSH th het fears. thou empress of/m Blest beyona all, if fruit of love thau art, 
u BA ; er Y Not terror-bern, and child of accident, 
[, I return, but not to speak of love ; But the rich recompence of my poor hearts 
Enough, enough, th’ ungrateful theme I E’en to this moment you have lov’d, perhaps 
quit, And ] have ta’en thy modesty for hate ; 
Since you, my darling Nicé, disapprove. This terror might have been the veil of love 5 
But see, my best belov’d, in anger rob’d, O let delusion cease! and speak my fate. 
How frowns the sky, prophetic of a storm! You answer not, but fix upon the ground — 
Ii thou dost sizh to house thy tender flock, Those living stars, and bashful droop your 
Be mine the task that duty to perform, ; 
head ; 
What! not alarm’d? Behold you not the You blush! you smile! O Heav’ns! I un- 
heav’n, derstand, ; 
How dark with clouds its sombre face ap- That blush, that smile, enough enough 
pears? have said. 
How the light dust the eddying whirlwind Yet *mid the storm, at length a calm D’ve 
lifts? found! 
How on its breast the fallen leaf it bears? 
More bright, more fair, may never day 
By yonder woods that groan, by the wild _yeturn: te 
course” This is the proudest of my fading life ; 
Of frighten’d birds, these partial drops that Thus woukd Liive, and thus to dust re- 
dew ~ turn. 
Thy lover's pallid cheek, dear maid, I dread, oe 
E’en whilst I speak, the sad prediction’s - 
true. : LA PESCA. 
Behold! the light’nings glare! the thunder O COME, my ever-blooming Nicé, come ! 
roars ! Whilst gloomy night, who all confounds, 
Here, Trembler, here! ah,whither wouldst is nigh ; 
thou fiy? 
Haste thee to catch the fresh’ning airs that 
flow, 
And on your tranquil shore delight to sigh, 
Thou tremblest, treasure of this beating He cannot designate what pleasure means, 
It is too late to think thee of thy flock ; 
Rest in this cave, shall I not still be nigh ? 
heart! Who does not loiter on these pleasant. 
Light of my life! why does that bosom sands ; 
heave ? 
Now at this moment, while its pinion strong, 
Restrain thy fond alarms, tho’ I am near, A zephyr o’er the ripling wave expands. 
aso ete ce ne For once, thy humble mansion, Nicé, leave, 
Derate ie thunderbolt, the lightnings Where wand’ring woodbines with Eh rose 
Sarg: Bai unite ; 
1, I will shield thee, Nice, fromthe blow; Nor think in cots alone that bliss resides, 
And when the sky (wiping away her tears) 
Ay Sie These dancing waves may also yield de- 
Smiles on the plain, ungrateful girl, I go. light, 
Repose thee here, for thou art safe, my Love, » prove as the night her sable veil unfolds, 
Within the bosom of this hollow rock, 
: ioe ce hie gal In ocean’s bosom, envious of the sky, 
Where ae yet has pwre’d the lightning’s with added lustre each clear star essays 
head (And ever multiplied) to catch the eye. 
i rbolt had power to shock. : : 4 
pedgeehe thera ot hy P Here on the billows which alternate rise, 
Whose dark and chilling waters sweep afar, 
Break the bright rays, and the Ephesian 
Its thick and friendiy shade around bespreads 
A wood of laurels, that e’en to heav’n’s 
ire 
Queen 
No weak nocommon boundary prescribes; Urges, through many a broken cloud, her 
Seat thee, my charming idol, and respire. Cate 
But to my side, weak and alarm’d, you cling, 
And lock your hands in mine when I 
would fly; 
Hush thy suspicions! for 1 will not go, 
Tao’ general ruin should invylve the sky. 
By day, in concert with 2 vocal skill, 
Which yields in nothing to the reeds of 
old; 
If I must silence on this heaxt impose, 
Wanch you deny its sufferings to uniold. 
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