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In sleep he seem'd to view
Awoke, and found it true.
Ah, Muse! forbear to speak
He left poor Bully's beak.
Of such mellifluous tone,
Fast stuck within his own.
On Thracian Hebrus' side
The cruel death he died.
The rose had been wash'd, just wash'd
Which Mary to Anna convey'd, The plentiful moisture encumber'd the
And weigh'd down its beautiful head The cup was all fill'd, and the leaves
And it seem'd, to a fanciful view, To weep for the buds it had left with r
On the flourishing bush where it gre I hastily seized it, unfit as it was
For a nosegay, so dripping and drow And swinging it radely, too rudely, ale
I mapp'd it-it fell to the ground.
And such, I exclaim'd, is the pitiless part
Some act by the delicate mind,
Already to sorrow resign'd!
Might have bloom'd with its owner awhile; And the tear that is wiped with a little address
May be follow'd perhaps by a smile.
REASONING at every step he treads,
Man yet mistakes his way,
Are rarely known to stray.
And heard the voice of love;
And sooth'd the listening dove:
No time shall disengage,
Shall cheer our latest age:
And constancy sincere,
And mine can read them there ;
Shall ne'er be felt by me,
As being shared with thee.
Or kites are hovering near,
And know no other fear.
'Tis then I feel myself a wife,
And press thy wedded side, Resolved a union form'd for life
Death never shall divide.
But oh! if fickle and unchaste
(Forgive a transie thought), Thou could become unkind at last,
And scorn thy present lot,
Or kites with cruel beak;
This widow'd heart would break.
Soft as the passing wind; And I recorded what I heard,
A lesson for mankind.
A RAVEN, while with glossy breast
(for ravens, though as birds of omen
A COMPARISON. The lapse of time and rivers is the same, Both speed their journey with a restless stream ; The silent pace, with which they steal away, No wealth can bribe, nor prayers persuade to stay; Alike irrevocable both when past, And a wide ocean swallows both at last. Though each resemble each in every part, A difference strikes at length the musing heart: Streams never flow in vain; where streams abound How langhs the land with various plenty crown'ai But time, that should enrich the nobler mind, Neglected, leaves a weary waste bebind.
ANOTHER. ADDRESSED TO A YOUNG LADY. SWEET stream, that winds through yonder glado Apt emblem of a virtuous maid Silent and chaste she steals along, Far from the world's gay busy throng; With gentle yet prevailing force, Intent upon her destined course; Graceful and useful all she does, Blessing and bless'd where'er she goes, Puro bosom'd as that watery glass, And heaven reflected in her face.
THE POET'S NEW-YEAR'S GIFT.
TO LADY THROCK MORTON. MARIA! I have every good
For thee wish'd many a time
But never yet in rhyme.
More prudent or more sprightly,
From temper-flaws unsightly.
Can I for thee reqnire,
To thy whole heart's desire.
Fall bliss is bliss divine:
And doubtless one in thine.
Which Fate shall brightly gild
I wish it all fulfill'a.