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The loves of Thetis, Doris, will I sing; _- 
Of Galatea, Glavcus, chaunt the flame, . 
Paint in the woes of others what I feel, 
And breathe my passion in another’s name. 
Thou from the beach, in L bonimes neighb’ring 
mead, 
Shalt watch thy little lambkins as they 
play 5 
Shalt view them crop their soft and flow’ry 
food, 
Shelter’d by branches from the solar ray. 
With rod and line, meanwhile, thou mayst 
ensnare 
The restless roving tenants of the sea ; 
And my lov’d Nicé, who in all excels, 
Fisher and shepherdess at once shall be. 
No more the rocks among, with sea-weeds 
drest, 
Shall to their secret holds the fish repair ; 
But all, with rival eager haste shall come, 
To seek, through briny waves, my charm- 
er’s snare. 
For thee, the beauteous daughters, of the 
Floud, 
With choicest treasures shall their bosoms 
fill, 
With pallid shells, that almost seem to blush, 
With crystals, and with coral brighter 
still. 
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LA PRIMAVERA. 
Q) Heavens! my lov’d Philino, Heavens ! ! 
the mead, 
The long neglected mead, assumes again 
Her verdant mantle, its accustom’d robe 
Puts on the forest toa, which skirts our 
plain. 
Already, welcome messenger of spring, 
I feel a zephyr on my cheek to blow, 
A rudely-kissing breeze, that wand’ring 
wakes 
The sleeping rosebud and the flow’ret low. 
To arms, unto the field, again recals 
The early season, nurse of wild alarms, 
Without thy lover, hapless maiden say, 
Canst thou exist, when not existence 
charms? 
O friendly gales, in pity do not blow 
To sad Irene, who so fondly loves. 
O haste not, plants, so quickly to return, 
To strew your buds like emeralds thro’ 
the groves. 
© every flower! that emulous of fame, 
Dost tint thy pallid cheek with rainbow 
hue, 
O every breeze! that warm’st us with thy 
breath, 
What sighs, O Heaven! ye cost a heart 50 
true, 
Original Poetry. 
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[June 1, 
Who was the wretch, that first of guiltless 
steel 
Form’d instruments of death to human- 
kind? 
Made cruelty an art? Nosense had he 
Of sweet humanity, or love divine. 
What madness! O what fury! to prefer 
The angry menace of the vengeful foe, 
To the sweet blandishment of mistress kind. 
Be not seduc’d ? my lov’d Philino, no! 
But ah! for war, if thou so anxious art, 
Know every lover must a warrior be ; 
In love we freeze, we burn, and love de- 
mands 
Valour, experience, ingenuity. 
Ah! trust me, Love, enchanting Love has 
Wars, 
The smart attack, defences smarter still ; 
The hidden lure, deceitful ambuscade, 
Triumphs, defeats, anger, and then good- 
_will. 
But fugitive the anger is, the peace 
‘lhe more delightful; and the triumph gay 
Honours alike the vanquish’d and the brave, 
The gain the same, whoever wins the day. 
Alas! what sound was that? the trumpet’s 
clang ! 
The signal of departure! Ingrate, stay. 
Why dost thou fly? 1 would not blight thy 
palms 5 ; 
Small my demande one look, then haste 
away. 
Go, darling, go, but in thy dearer life, 
Preserve mine own; and if return you may, 
Return to her, who only lives in thee; 
But let the conqueror’s laurel strew thy 
way. 
And ah! where’ er thy luckless stars may 
guide, 
Or fortune tempt thy wand’ring steps to 
_ TOVE, 
Think of my pain, and say, my faithful maid ! 
Who knows, if yet she lives to love and 
me! 
PE 
IL SOGNO., 
‘WHEN on my couch, the vase of many 2. 
tear, 
Listless I sink ‘with grief, with pain op- 
press’d ; 
In dreams, at least, thy darling image comes, 
To charm my cares away, to bless’ my 
rest. 
Ah! let me never, never wake again, 
If fond illusive joy-thou be not true, 
Or Love, to dear realities convert, 
Whate’er of false cna O Dreams, in 
ou. 
At early dawn, when half a world “Teposey 
Ona cool fountain’s solitary side 
I dreamt that, Phillis, we together sat, . 
And drank of bliss, to vulgar souls denied. 
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