Stothard del. Wather foutp Plate VI. Publifhd as the Act directs by Harrison&C® May 1a, 1781, Page 442 line 5. Then, turning to the minifters of Fate, She, fmiling, fays, My victory's compleat; • Her guilt alone allays this happy hour; Her guilt-the only vengeance in her pow'r !' EFFUSIONS OF MELANCHOLY. BY MISS ROBERT S. HE filent tear, that steals adown the cheek; These figns the anguish of the mind befpeak, And fhew the forrow lab'ring in my breaft. At times, before my fad deluded eye Some dancing gleams of flatt'ring hope appear; But foon the airy visions distant fly, Those transient phantom's, chac'd by black Despair! That gloomy tyrant now resumes his feat, And meet with rifing grief each new-born day. Fictitious fmiles, that dimple o'er my face, (Light covering of a heart with woe replete !) How oft the starting tears your charms deface! And fighs, half smother'd, tell the vain deceit. 3 K 2 } Oh! Oh! could my feeling foul, from earth refin'd, No more fhould paffions fwell this beating breaft! These eyes, from whence the briny ftreams have flow'd, ROSLINE CASTLE, AN ELEGY. BY J. JOHNSTONE, ESQ T dead of night, the hour when courts A hove In gay fantaftick pleasures move; And haply Mira joins their sports, To Rofline's ruins I repair, To mourn, uninterrupted, there, No found of joy disturbs my ftrain, Efk, murm'ring thro' the dusky pines, To fee pale ghofts obfcurely gleam. Not |