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~ ORIGINAL POETRY.: 
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THE AMULET. , 
By ANN OF KIDWELLY. 
¢¢ She was.a charmer, and bid . 
Make it a darling, like my precious eye; 
To lose’t or give’t away, were such perdition 
As nothing else could match.”-~-OTHELLO, 
sri at me the Amulet stol’n from my 
-breast, 
By a charmer bestow'd tother day; 
‘Who told me my moments would all be 
unblest, 
‘¢ If T lost it, or gave it away.” 
She -said in the wild forest’s deep-tangled 
glade, 
When the night's hallow winds smote the 
ear, 
The magical compound was gather’ dand made 
By the tremulous fingers ‘of Fear. 
She Said,’twas composed of materials most rare, 
Of jetty stars drop from the, aSy.3 
Of gums that had black’d under Lapland’s 
chill air, 
When in heav’n the Rorealis flam’d high. 
Of those seeds-that no mortal has ever yetscen, - 
Shed by Ptiris* in th’ still noon of night 5 
When Midsummer gliding the natch’ d leaves 
between, 
Wreath’d her forehead with dew-drops all 
bright. 
She said ’twas perfum’d by the balm of a rose, 
That wither'd beneath Falsehood’s eye 5 
By a breath that from Love’s fickle ‘bosom 
arose, 
When Passion expired in a sigh. | 
*T'was strew’d in the dust of an heart-broken 
youth, 
It was moistened with Pity’s soft tear, 
Twas dipp’d in the colours of unfading Truth; 
And she bade it lier pressure stil! wear. 
Thus various and strange she declared *twas a 
charm, ~ 
Which, with mystical cyphers imprest, 
Would certainly guard the possessor from 
harm, 
While ’twas suffer’d to hang on the breast. 
But if from its recess a wile should allure, 
Or passion should wantonly snatch ; 
To her so bereav’d its loss would ensure 
*¢ Perdition that nothing could match,” 
Restore me theAmulet, stol’n from the breast, 
That already feels tort*ring pain! 
O give me the charm, that downy-plum’d rest 
May return.to it's mansion again. 
ee a gaa Rt ee es eT aE 
* Ptiris Aqueline, or female- Fern; of 
which superstition relates, that it sheds:itsmi- 
nute seeds, exactly at 12 o’clock, on Midsum- 
mer night. ; 
Montury Mac. No. 183, 
’ ON THE ‘DEATH OF 
MR. PROFESSOR PORSON. 
By the Rev. JAMES RUDGE. ‘ 
¢ Manet i in animis hominum, in, zternitate 
temporum, fama rerum be Toe us. 
PORSON i is dead! in him has learning lost 
Its ¢hiefest ornament and proudest boast. 
In Grecian learning he was deeply vers'd; 
The best of Grecians, he was own’d the first 2 
So deeply vers’d—so skill’d—in Grecian lore, 
A loss so deep must Science e’er deplore ! 
That mind, which oft illum’d the classic page, 
And smooth’d the labours of a distant age, 
Is fled to mansions of eternal’ rest, 
And there exists among the wise and blest ! is 
October 8, 1808. i 
x I 
ON LEAVING BEECH Een TaCEy BUCKS. 
< Mes jours Sen woloient pres de toi ; ; 
Ils se trainent. dans ton absence, 
ADIEU to the village ; adieu'to the cot? 
And shall I then never revisit the spot 
That clings to remembrance with fondest 
deny, 
Through the dreams of the night, and the 
cares of the day ? 
© yes, I could hope'to behold i€ again, . 
Though ° my prospects were sad, and hopes 
were in vain. 
For the rose’s sweet ecg remains when ’tis 
dead, ; 
When itg-blushes are gone, ‘and its splendour 
is’fled. 
Ves, yes, I will hope that again I shall hear 
The voices of friends toremembrance so dear 5 
And still do I hope, that again I shall see 
The smiles that once. gave a sweet welcome 
to me. 
And yet how I fear to revisit the spet, 
To steal through the village, to gaze on 
-the cotj:.- 
For the pleasure and rapture that swell i in my 
eave 
Cannot equal the anguish I feel when we part. 
‘Dea bh. 
SS La 
ON THE APPROACH OF WINTER: 
LD Winter is come from the cold north- 
“ern ocean, 
With snows on his grey beard and storms 
in his rear ; 
Around him wild- howling the blast” s chilling 
metion ; 5 
Around his ‘ice-dwelling loud roars the 
white bear, : A 
cr NB. Old 
