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Foll many a nyniph a nymph and fwain, 
And happy on a verdant bank 
Our tea and well-cream’d coffee drank 3 
While mufic pour’c her ftrain, 
Loud on the zephyr’s pinions borne, 
The triumph of the echoing horn, 
The walks of Graham and Trefry, 
The walks of Hall delight mine eye, 
And pleafant valley of Lewire, 
With willas on the winding flream, 
"That rather look of Fancy’s dream, 
And claim the Mufe’s loudeft lyre, | 
Tho’ Britain’s King and Britain’s Queen 
Are every year at Weymouth feen, 
Thy fpirits let me chear— 
For hark !—this inftant on the breeze, 
¥n founds of thunder from the feas, 
A voice falutes mine ear. 
The Majetty of Ocean fpezks ! 
And thus the God fublimely breaks—- 
€¢ Ye rivers lift around ! 
Tho’ fome of ye on Britain’s coaft 
May many a beauty juftly boaft, 
And much with fifh abound 5 
Tho’ far and wide may fly your name, 
¥ct it-fhall be yon harbour’s lot, 
That pretty, yet neglected, fpot, 
To Gill the largeft trump of Fame. 
#¢ Should Amphitrite, and her fair maids, 
Sigh for the fhore and rural fhades, 
Variety tenjoy ; 
Vd fwear by all my brine and fith, 
Tf fuch fhould be the ladies? swith, * 
Pll take a houfe at Foy.” 
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TRANSLATION 
OF A PASSAGE IN DELILLE'S POEM ON 
THE IMAGINATION. 
{This work of the firft living French Poet 
has juft appeared in France, and no copy 
has yet reached England, The extract 
from which this Tranflation has been made 
appeared in a late Moniteur.] 
A BEAUTEOUS flower Spain’ s glowing 
fun matur’d— 
Her virgin heart the power of Love abjur’d 
Too long—for when at laft the conqu’ror 
came 
Her bofom panted with his fierce flame. 
The flame, too furious for a fire’s controul, 
To young Alvaro yielded all her foul. 
My tale is fhort—-the haughty father 
knew, 
And at the virgin’s feet her lover flew. 
She f{eiz’d the reeking blade with frantic fire, 
Andto the Lover facrific’d the Sire! 
Thus were diffolv’d, in one> fhort moment's s 
time, 
By deeds of blackeht an} moft hideous crime, 
The holiett, and the fofteft ties below. | 
—So mad is Love when Vengeance prompts 
e blow! 
Original Poetry. 
[July I, 
But who, poor wretched maid, can picture 
thee! 
Vi&im of Guilt, Remorfe, and Mifery ? 
The horrid fecret to no creature known, 1 
Pent-up, and burning in herbreaft alone ! 
A folitary hut conceal’d her fhame, 
And dark oblivion gather’d round her name. 
One peafant girl alone found entrance there, 
To be the witnefs of her black defpair, 
But not the fecret of her foul to fhare. 
But never being in the world’s wide range 
Shew’d fuch a piéture of diicordant change ! 
Now plung’d in gloomy filence, dark and 
Ree: ED 
The gnawing Fiends of Confcience feem’d to 
fleep 
Then, as if all unable to controul, 
Or trample down the horrors of the foul, 
The painful ftruggle in her mind was feen, 
Thro? her ftraia’d eye-balls and diftorted 
mien. 
Then, fuddenly, as o’era ftormy fky 
We fee a trembling fun- beam often fly, 
' And paint the hov’ring cloud with tranfient 
glow— 
Thus, o’er her alter’d front, her hollow brow, 
Her features pale with torment, for a while 
Shoots a fweet, mournful, melancholy, 
{mile. 
But durft fhe weep? Her tears bring no 
relief— 
The burning tears of unrelenting grief ! 
Sudden, oh horror! ob refin’d diftrefs! 
-~What beauteous fcenes of childhood’s hapely 
nefs 
Start to her troubl’d view ? She fees again 
That blifsful age, exempt from guilt and 
ain, 
When Fon mother’s tender kils gave place, 
In playful conteft, to a fire’s embrace. 
Oh! then, how head her brealt, how roll’d 
her eye, 
How burft the thrilling fhrieks of agony ! 
O’er fields and mountains, and the pine: 
glade, | 
Wander'd with hurrying fteps the frantic \. 
maid, : 
Rufh'd o’er the plains, and darted thro’ the | 
fhade, 
Till Nature, tir’d, exhautted, quite gave way, 
And bloodlefs, breathlefs, on the earth fhe 
lay. 
Yet pains like thefe bring folace to her 
care, 
For madnefs gives a vent to her defpair. 
But when, imprifon’d in her hut alone, 
Herfcatter’d fenfeo reafiume their tone, 
Andall the wand’rings of her fancy ceafe, © 
Reafon returns, but not’with reafon peace. 
*T was then her heart appear’d to fink withing 
Weizh’d down by all the heavinefs of fins — 
There, drop by drop, a father’s blood dikil? d, 
Mix’s with a lover’s j—-blood herfelf had 
foilid. P 
Now, 
