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Ah! hapless dame! no sire bewails,*
No friend thy wretched fate deplores,
Thy steps within a stranger's doors,
so fair affection's truth unknown,
Unpitied, helpless, and alone;
The milder treasures of his soul,-
And ocean's storms between us roll.
THOUGHTS SUGGESTED BY A COLLEGE
Happy the youth in Euclid's axioms tried,
Such is the youth whose scientific pate
If to such glorious height be lifts his eyes. • Hedea, who accompanied Jason to Corinth, was deserted by him for the daughter of Creon, king of that city. The chorus from which this is taken here addresses Medes ; though a considerable liberty is taken with the original, by expanding the idea, as also in some other parts of the translation.
The original means literally “ disclosing tho bright key of the mind.".
No reflection is here intended against the person mentioned under the name of Magnus. He is merely represented as performing an unavoidablo function of his office. Indeed, such an attempt could only recoil upon myself; as that gentleinan is now much distinguished by his eloquence, and the dignified propriety with which he alla bla situation, m he was in his younger days for wit aud conviviality.
But lo ! no common orator can hope
The man who hopes t'obtain the promised cup
The sons of science these, who, thus repaid,
Morsion, Greek professor of Trinity College, Cambridge; a man whose powers of mird And wiitings may, perhaps, justify their preference.
since this was written, Lord Henry Petty has lost his place, and subsequently (I had almuust said consequently) the honjur of representing the University. A fact so glarina tequiros no comment.
TO A BEAUTIFUL QUAKER. SWEET girl ! though only once we met, That meeting I shall ne'er forget ; And though we ne'er may meet again, Remembrance will thy form retain. I would not say, “I love,” but still My senses struggle with my will; In vain, to drive thee from my breast, My thoughts are more and more represc'd; In vain I check the rising sighs, Another to the last replies : Perhaps this is not love, but yet Our meeting I can ne'er forget. Wbat though we never silence broke, Our eyes a sweeter language spoke ; The tongue in flattering falsehood deals, And tells a tale it never feels : Deceit the guilty lips impart; And hush the mandates of the heart; But soul's interpreters, the eyes, Spurn such restraint, and scorn disguise. As thus our glances oft conversed, And all our bosoms felt rehearsed, No spirit, from within, reproved us, Say rather, “'twas the spirit moved ua. Though what they utter'd I repress, Yet I conceive thou'lt partly guess ; For as on thee my memory ponders, Perchance to me thine also wanders. This for myself, at least, I'll say, Thy form appears through night, through daz Awake, with it my fancy teems; In sleep, it smiles in fleeting dreams : The vision charms the hours away, And bids me curse Aurora's ray, For breaking slumbers of delight, Which make me wish for endless night. Since, oh! whate'er my future fate, Shall joy or woe my steps await, T'empted by love, by storms beset, Thine image I can ne'er forget. Alas! again no more we meet, No more our former looks repeat; Then let me breathe this parting prayer, The dictate of my bosom's care: “May heaven so guard my lovely Quaker, That anguish never can o'ertake her ; That peace and virtue ne'er forsake her, But bliss be aye her heart's partaker! Oh!
may the happy mortal, fated To be, by dearest ties, related,
For her each hour new joys discover,
Endears it to my memory ever ;
And blushes modest as the giver.
Have, for my weakness, oft reproved 20:
For I am sure the giver loved me.
As fearsul that I might refuse it ;
My only fear should be to lose it.
And sparkling as I held it near,
And ever since I've loved a tear
Nor wealth nor birth their treasures yield ;
Must quit the garden for the field.
Which beauty shows, and sheds perfumo;
In Nature's wild luxuriance bloom.
For once forgetting to be blind,
If well proportion'd to his mind.
His form had fix'd her fickle breast;
And none remain'd to give the rest.
AN OCCASIONAL PROLOGUE,
DELIVERED PREVIOUS TO THE PERFORMANCE OF THE WHEEL
OF FORTUNE AT A PRIVATE THEATRE.
Since taste has now expunged licentious wit,
are our sole reward :
ON THE DEATH OF MR. FOX.
REE FOLLOWING ILLIBERAL IMPROMPTU APPEAREI IN A
"Our nation's toes lament on Fox's death,
But bless the hour when Pitt resign'd his breath :
TO WHICH THE AUTHOR OF THESE PIECES SENT TEX
Oh factious viper ! whose envenom'd tooth