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Ah me!" she cry'd, " how soon is past Our happy, thoughtless, youthful hour! Our purest pleasures will not last,
But fade like this autumnal flow'r.
"Where now are all the blooming joys,
That gilded those auspicious days? Where all the flattering, splendid toys, Which then so high our hopes cou'd raise?
"All, all are flown; and gloomy care
Now spreads o'er life her dusky wings; Each day is clouded with despair,
Each hour fresh cause of sorrow brings!"
True, my fair preacher, I exclaim'd,
Than e'er was found beneath the sky.
Yet whilst my Lucia constant proves,
Thus condescends to sooth my care; Whilst she her swain thus fondly loves, We'll bid defiance to despair.
I said, and to my lips I press'd
ANSWER TO THE TRIPLE PLEA,
A common satirical Print
ON THE LAWYERS, PHYSICIANS, AND DIVINES.
COULD all men live on herbs and roots,
Unpitied, and unburied lie;
BORN in blaze of orient sky,
And wave thy shadowy locks of gold.
For thee the fragrant zephyrs blow,
For thee descends the sunny show'r; The rills in softer murmurs flow,
And brighter blossoms gem the bow'r.
Light graces dress'd in flow'ry wreaths,
And tiptoe joys their hands combine; And love his sweet contagion breathes,
And laughing dances round thy shrine.
Warm with new life, the glitt'ring throngs,
And hail thee, goddess of the spring.
SONNET TO EVENING.
EVENING, as slow thy placid shades descend,
From the broad blaze of day, where pleasure flaunts,
Unseen; and mark the tints that o'er thy bed Hang lovely, oft to musing fancy's eye
Presenting fairy vales, where the tir❜d mind Might rest, beyond the murmurs of mankind, Nor hear the hourly moans of misery.
Ah, beauteous views! that hope's fair gleams the while Shou'd smile like you and perish as they smile.
WHILE bees sip nectar from the rose,
I'll twine a chaplet for his brows,
The myrtle s never fading green,
My lasting truth shall prove:
Sleep on, lov'd youth, while I prepare
So may our hearts united be,
LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT.
OH! I am caught in Cupid's snare,
The curling locks of chesnut brown,
The cheek, where living roses blow.