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The WREATH and the CHAIN

SONG. "I ne'er on that lip for a minute have gaz'd"

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TO HIS SERENE HIGHNESS the DUKE of MONTPENSIER

The PHILOSOPHER ARISTIPPUS to a Lamp which was given him by LAIS. . 196

To Mrs. BL-HD. Written in her Album
EPISTLE VII. TO THOMAS HUME, Esq. M. D.

LINES written on leaving PHILADElphia
The FALL of HEBE, a Dithyrambic Ode
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"That wrinkle, when first. I espied it,"

ANACREONTIC, "She never look'd so kind before"

To Mrs.

"Is not thy mind a gentle mind ?”

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LINES written at the Coнos, or FALLS of the MOHAWK RIVER
"I often wish that thou wert dead,"

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LORD VISCOUNT STRANGFORD.

ABOARD THE PHAETON FRIGATE, OFF THE AZORES, BY MOONLIGHT.

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WEET Moon! if like Crotona's sage',

By any spell my hand could dare

To make thy disk its ample page,

And write my thoughts, my wishes there;
How many a friend, whose careless eye
Now wanders o'er that starry sky,
Should smile, upon thy orb to meet

The recollection, kind and sweet,

Pythagoras; who was supposed to have a power of writing upon the Moon by the means of a magic mirror. See Bayle, Art. Pythag.

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The reveries of fond regret,

The promise, never to forget,
And all my heart and soul would send
To many a dear-lov'd, distant friend!

Oh STRANGFORD! when we parted last,
I little thought the times were past,
For ever past, when brilliant joy
Was all my vacant heart's employ:
When, fresh from mirth to mirth again,
We thought the rapid hours too few,
Our only use for knowledge then

To turn to rapture all we knew!
Delicious days of whim and soul!

When, mingling lore and laugh together, We lean'd the book on Pleasure's bowl, And turn'd the leaf with Folly's feather! I little thought that all were fled, That, ere that Summer's bloom was shed, My eye should see the sail unfurl'd That wafts me to the Western World!

But, oh! 'twas time—in youth, awhile, To cool the season's burning smile,

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