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774 ^f^^^ Faelry, Ani'unt and Modern, for Scptenih^^, 1796«
There Imosine fulfevi tlie pain of Iiercrime,
Ainl mourns her deplorable (ioom.
At mulnight four times in each year does
her fj-riglit,
• When mori;i!s in flumber zri: bpund,
Anay'd in her hnJal apparel of white,
Appear in tl:e hall witji the Skeltson-
knight,
And Ihriek as he whirls her around !
■While they drink out of Ikulls newly torn
from the fjrave,
Dancins round ihcm the TpciflreE are fesn ;
Thsirhqtioris))Ino<l; and tl)isli(>rribl9it.ive
Tfhey howl, " To the health of Aionzoi'.ie
Brave,
Audhiscoiifort, the Falfc Irtiogine !"
TBANSLATIp^' Of THE CANZONETTE
OF THE ABBE PAKRINI.
My you'hful days, fo gay and bland,
On Time's fwVift wings have flown
away,
And wint'ry Age's wrinkled hand
My avihTirn locks entwines with grey.
Alas ! the Fail-, for ever prone
To myft'ry ami deceit.
To me this grating truth alone,
Infu'tiiigly repeat.
Their fcornfii! fiTiiles when I appe?r.
Their inattention when I fpeak.
Tell me, " V\'e do not wifh ymi here,
It IS not fiicli as you we fotk."
And off from nui they lightly Sy,
To juin a youtliful baid ;
And there locjuacious is ihcir eye,
Their fpr!£,htlj' foot, and liand.
Int niali r, wi'h iiiimanly tears.
My heart d .-prcfs, a.id check bedew ?
Ah, lio I a g'.c;am of joy appeal's,
A brighter pro.tpeiit is in view.
Long fnice I pini.k'd the i\iyrrle bough
On Gnido'- flo.w'ry ftrand;
There, peacehiiiv, letoth'?rf. now
\Viihi,r-,c ne i'-nc;-;n-hnid.
•TInviijti me the fi.k'o }".,iv ^la"t,',vn,
Wiih Ynuth an<t Liveiai'ib to toy ;
Witb tliem each comfoit is not flowoi
With them's not vanilh'd ev'ry joy.
Eencefortii devoted l>e my days
T« t";'iend^ii[> anij to VYa.ie ;
And, fmc« *riy myitle wre.ith decays,
I'll bind my brows witli vine.
Vhy on the fofily- breathing finte
Doft tliou l.ovu-s dear ileiiglits defigii ;
Such meUir:g biulic does not fuit
, The fprigiuiy j^iy; of ri.ly wme ?
Then let the rnn'hful ibnn; refor.nd.
The fparkUn,", glafb li^l high ;
Here's to my num'rous fiien4s around,
Unmix'd felirity I
Ths charms of Beauty, though ^o bright,
Soon as the v?riKil (low'r ^let'ays ;
^iit thou, O Friendlhip ! Ciuft delighr,
In cold Deceuibei'a ilouniy d<«js.
Lovcj fu;kle and capricious, flies
With ypufli's vi Vicious bloom j
But nought pure Friendlhip's facred ties
Can fep'rate, but the tomb.
And thofc gay Nymphs, who now difJai
On us to fix tneir fparklinj eyes.
When Time has coolM their flati'ring trail
Our company will patronife.
And we, my Friends, when we (hall be
To -our fair Gut'fts prefented.
We'll drink their healths with heart-fe
gl-e.
And then we'll die contented !
J H.
THE SEASONS, A SONG.
Dn'cr^ ride/Item Lalugen amabo,
Dnlce lorjuentcm. Horace.
WHtN Spring renews the fpiritsga
x\nd' wakes the Mule's fong,
§weet Stella live', in ev'ry lay ;
For Love and Hope are young.
A femblance of the Fair is fecn
In ev'ry blooming flow'r;
Her brcaff is as the >ie,-weiis ferene,
,And as the dew-drop pure.
And when, beneatii the Summer's bJazs^
Tlie thirfty valleys fire,
Still fiercer glow th' impafiTion'd lays.
Which Love and Hope infpire.
If then through (helt'ring woods I rovCj
Or in ibe riv'let lave.
She feems a Diyad in li e grove,
A N nad in the wave.
Wlien Autumn, rich in golden grain,
D-mands the reaper's care,
I bail the fields with early Hrain,
For i^ove and H')po' are there.
All emMem i!f my Srclla's brealt
ihe f, uitful eartli bellows.
Her creek is in tlie peach cnfefs'd,
Her breath is in the rofe.
Let Win'er fpreaU iiis irjn reign,
Torhfick lif-'sgcniil li.le;
The b loin melts iiij> p.n.v'rifcfs chain
Where Love an. 1 Hope refiJe.
The Hlaziiig hearth, the fpaikling bowl,
Reitore the ahfent Fair ;
White Fancy warms th' exulting foil.
And ^e IS emprcfs there. "
Cb,!jl-.-Jl. Camb. N. Bull.
SONNET
To M!fi Srv/ARD, on hsr cxqtufitf Poem />
(juoticif is/ qiis Galatea loeitta ej}, '
I'tijiiin iiliqtiain vcriti Divwn refctath u,l aurc
V) KCIL.
WHAT fwo: mellifluous found
what floating fong,
Dnnks my food ear eprai>;ur'd ? Froi
the fkies
Some Ihell angelic pours its mplodies,
Llangollen';; vale M\t}i Pev.a's tlreams alon
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