Oh! then how blest!no more to part, W.SMYTH. How bright the sun's declining rays Thro' those old trees that seem on fire! Oh! can I e'er the scene forget? 'T was such an evening-this the place, That first the lovely girl I met, And gazed upon her angel face. And brighten'd to a crimson hue; And ah! her sun was sinking too.. She She died and at that very hour code an For now, alas! beneath their shade J. CONDER. WHEN gentle CELIA first I knew, A breast so good, so kind, so true, Till CHLORIS came, with sad surprise Thro' all my senses run; All glowing with resistless charms, She fill'd my breast with new alarms, I saw, and was undone. O CELIA! O CELIA! dear unhappy maid, Which ought your scorn to move: Thy gentle smiles no more can please, Think what that wounded breast must feel Oft shall I curse my iron chain, All that I can, to thee I give, But passion's wild impetuous sea 'T were vain to struggle more: Thus the poor sailor slumbering lies, While swelling tides around him rise, And push his bark from shore. In vain he spreads his helpless arms, In vain deplore his state; Still far, and farther from the coast, MRS. BARBAULD. Ir Love and Reason ne'er agree, But if the pleasures Love bestows Are such as Reason pleased allows, Are such as smiling Virtue knows, To Love I'll pay my virgin vows. And such they are: for loose desires Love scorns a sordid selfish bliss, And tastes no joys but those it gives. Love's more than language can reveal, Or thought can reach-tho' thought is free; 'Tis only felt 't is what I feel, And hope that Damon feels for me. WHEN first upon your tender cheek I bow'd before your infant shrine, I saw you in that opening morn I gave my heart away. I watch'd |