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ORIGINAL POETRY. 
REFLECTIONS OF ONE WHO HAS 
KNOWN SORROW. 
FOUND IN A RETIRED AND UNCULTI- 
VATED SPOT IN THE COUNTY OF 
CUMBERLAND. 
H ! how hard is my fad cruel lot, 
Phat an outeatt, a wanderer, I 
Should thus by the world be forgot, 
And left unJamented to die ! 
By a world where once held a fway, 
Of riches and honour pofteft, 
Where the footpath of life’s little day 
With Content’s gaye herbage was dret: 
Where friends, like the fwallows of fpring, 
While the fun of profperity thene, 
Carefs’d, but like them took to wing 
When their prey with the funthine was 
gone. 
Ah ! oft my fond fancy is bleft, 
To trace thefe paft fcenes o’er again, 
Which by fangy delufively dref, 
Bring as oft a fad mixture of pain. 
But fince, e’en in forrow, the mind 
Pants with hope at the profpeé above, 
While Mercy, {till dove-like and kisd, 
Defcends on the pinions of love,— 
J will {mile at the fortunes of life, 
Pil be calm at its boifterous fea, 
I will fay thatits ftorms and its ftrife 
Pafs by inoffenfive to me. 
When Philofophy Jetds us its aid, 
Refignation, her banner unrforld, 
Invites us to flee to its fhade, 
Secure from the frowns of the world. 
F. D, 
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SONG, 
pis Nature bids the orient morn 
With blufbes paint the infant rofe ; 
But brighter far on Delia’s cheek 
In fweeteft tint of crimfon glows. 
?Tis Nature fhines in every ftar 
Which glitters in the ev’ning fky ; 
And lights the foul-entrancing rays 
Which glance abroad from Delia’s eye. 
Tis fhe attunes th’ aérial fong 
Which:founds from yonder myrtle grove ; 
And breathes in Delia’s dulcet voice 
The magic melody of love. 
© Nature ! bid that crimfon glow 
On Delia’s cheek for me torie; 
For me th’ approving glance to fall 
Which trembles in my Delia’s eyes? 
0 ! bid her kindeft words for me 
In fweeteft accents pour along —= 5 
And Delia’s cheek, and voice, and eye, 
Shall ever oe ber poet’s fong. 
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SONNETS, BY W.M. T. 
SONNET I. 
ON READING POLWHEWE'S “INFLUENCE 
OF LOCAL ATTACHMENT.” 
YES, yes, the beating breafk muft feel a 
glow 
Of namelefs rapture, at the fight of home, 
Of thofe lov’d fcenes where childhood’s 
vernal bloom - 
Was pafs’d, ere manhood brought its load of 
WO0C t= 
Or the fad heart muft feel a painful throe,* 
Amid the woods, or thro’ the paths to 
roam, 
The haunts to early love no longer 
known j= 
But ah! fuch joy, or pain, I ne’er can 
know-— 
A wretched outcaft ’mid this world of care, 
Nor home nor parent’s {mile can call my 
OW? 3 
Torn frona their arms, my infant» limbs 
reclin’d 
In curs’d dependence :—I was force’d to thare 
Of wealthier friends, alike the boon and 
frown— 
Then fay what fpot can my attachment 
bind 2 
SONNET Ji.—TO CARE. 
D)AUGHTER of fad Difrefs! unlovely 
Care, 
With thee I long have trod life’s weary 
W2y, 
And fill thou haunt?—ft me as I onward 
ftray, 
Lorn, melancholy, haggard phantom, Care! 
Yet not in vain hath pafs’d my youthful day, 
Though doom’d thy bitter cup of woe to 
fhare ; heal 
For cheer’d by Fancy’s foul enliv’ning ray, 
TPve fmil’d, unheedful of to-morrow’s 
fare t— 
And fhunning wealth, and pleafure’s noifly 
throng, 
Ive woo’d the wood-nymphs ’mid their 
peaceful ceil ; 
And feebly founding Poefy*s foft fhell, 
Have footh’d my forrowings with ‘* the 
charms of fong ;” 
Whilft gay Imagination bade me view 
The cup of lile to come, unting’d with 
mis’ry’s hue. — 
* ¢¢ On returning to our homes, after a 
long abfence, our pleafure is exquifite, bur 
mixed with melancholy, and frequently ex~- 
prefled with tears,”eeAnalyfis of Book II. 
Tuts 
SONNET 
