How Innocence with virgin face, No more in riot orgies dwell. And Contemplation's spirit clear, FROM THE GERMAN OF LESSING. I ASK'D my fair, one happy day, Laura, Lesbia, Delia, Doris, Ah replied my gentle fair, PHILADELPHIA. HARLEY. THE PANSY. WHEN the young Spring her feather'd train recalls, The treasured capsules which their young inclose.: C. SNEYD EDGEWORTH, MELANCHOLY. WHEN the tempest howls rough thro' the dark wither'd grove, And the rude blasts of Winter all Nature deform; Amid the dire scenes unappall'd I could rove, And rest undisturb'd by the rage of the storm. Yet why, when the wild winds of Winter are flown, When hush'd to repose are the waves on the sea; When Spring o'er the earth her green mantle has thrown, And the sweet voice of Gladness is heard from each tree; When all the fair objects that earth can bestow, When the blushes of morn tinge the clouds of the east, I seek the lone cave on the wave-beaten shore Where the sea-bird screams wild as she starts from her nest, And the loud-sounding surge in the hollow rocks roar: I mark the tall cliff, hoary, rugged, and bare, That rears its broad breast in the midst of the waves, Where the mermaid, they say, often combs her dark hair, And sings o'er the sailors that rest in their graves. When the sun sinks behind the high hills of the west, I see with regret where the hawthorn once stood, Yet pleas'd I behold the rock shatter'd and rude, And view with delight the bleak mountain's bare brow. Beneath the green elm waving dark in the air, Oft I sit while the moon lights her lamp in the skyAh! why must I tell that my Peggy sleeps there, And that there all my hopes and my happiness lye? ARBROATH. W. A. EPIGRAM, FROM LESSING, On a Volume of Epigrams. POINT in his foremost epigram is found: - Bee-like, he lost his sting at the first wound. ODE, WRITTEN AT THE OPENING OF THE YEAR 1797. BY MR. R. A. DAVENPORT. Lo! to his task the infant No angry blasts around him rave :— He sleeps. Still wakes a fiercer far, His dark brow trench'd with many a scar; And the wild grisly forms of Lust and Rapine glare. * The weather, at the opening of the year 1797, was particularly mild. |