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* Shall the bright daughter of the sun
Associate with the shrubs of earth? Ye slaves, your sou’reign's presence shun!
Respect her beauties, and her birth. ,
« And thou, dull, sullen evergreen!
Shalt thou my shining sphere invade? My noon-day beauties bloom unseen,
Obscur'd beneath thy dusky shade!”.
6 Deluded flower!” the myrtle cries,
“ Shall we thy moment's bloom adore ? The meanest shrub that you despise,
The meanest flower has merit more.
“ That daisy, in its simple bloom,
Shall last along the changing year; Blush on the snow of winter's gloom,
And bid the smiling spring appear.
“ The violet, that, those banks beneathy
Hides from thy scorn its modest head, Shall fill the air with fragrant breath,
When thou art in thy dusty bed.
“ E'en I, who boast no golden shade,
Am of no shining tints possess'd, .
Shall bloom on many a lovely breast.
And he, whose kind and fost'ring care
To thee, to me, our beings gave, Shall near his breast my flowrets wear,
And walk regardless o'er thy grave.
“ Deluded flower! the friendly screen
That hides thee from the noon-tide ray, And mocks thy passion to be seen,
Prolongs thy transitory day.
« But kindly deeds with scorn repaid,
No more by virtue need be done: I now withdraw my dusky shade,
And yield thee to thy darling sun."
Fierce on the flower the scorching beam
With all its weight of glory fell; The flower, exulting, caught the gleam,
And lent its leaves a bolder swell,
Expanded by the searching fire,
The curling leaves the breast disclos'd ; The mantling bloom was painted higher,
And ev'ry latent charm expos’d,
But when the sun was sliding low,
And ev'ning came, with dews so cold; The wanton beauty ceas'd to blow,
And sought her bending leaves to fold. Those leaves, alas ! no more would close;
Relax'd, exhausted, sick’ning, pale;
THE JUDICIOUS BACHANAL.
While the bottle to humour and social delight
The smallest assistance can lend; While it happily keeps up the laugh of the night,
Or enlivens the mind of a friend;
O let me enjoy it, ye bountiful powers,
That time may deliciously pass, And should Care ever think to intrude on these hours,
Scare the haggard away with the glass.
But, instead of a rational feast of good sense,
Should discord preside o'er the bowl, And folly, debate, or contention commence,
From too great an expansion of soul; ;
Should the man I esteem, or the friend of my breast,
In the ivy feel nought but the rod:
And daringly sport with my God,
From my lips dash the poison, () merciful fate,
Where the madness or blasphemy bung, And let every accent which virtue should hate,
Parch quick on my in fainous tongue..
From my ear let the curse be eternally driven,
Where my reason so fatally stray'd, That no more I may offer an insult to heaven, Or give man a cause to upbraid.
THE OLD ENGLISHMAN.
I'll tell you why I love my love;
Her worth is very high ;
By one so plain as I.
Wherever muse has fir'd the strain,
Delighted has she rov'd;
By British bosoms lov'd..
Oft has she sought, with careful feet,
And trac'd with thought profound
To wisdom's narrow bound.
Has learn’d the flatt’ring paths to shun,
Deceiv'd by fortune's glare;
Nor forms for more her pray'r.
Content with these, my Geraldine
For well she knows my heart;
Beneath the veil of art.
She knows it pants for her alone,
From her my steps could lure;