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"Ah me!" she cry'd, "how soon is past
"Where now are all the blooming joys,
"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,
Our youthful hopes were rais'd too high: At more exalted bliss we aim'd,
Than e'er was found beneath the sky.
Yet whilst my Lucia constant proves,
I said, and to my lips I press'd
gave my sorrows to the wind.
ANSWER TO THE TRIPLE PLEA,
A common satirical Print
ON THE LAWYERS, PHYSICIANS, AND DIVINES.
COULD all men live on herbs and roots,
And naked, range the woods like brutes;
They'd save their clothes and servant's wages.
And all our trades, were useless things.
And most men live like me and
Unpitied, and unburied lie;
Free from the dreaded inquisition,
BORN in yon blaze of orient sky,
And wave thy shadowy locks of gold.
For thee the fragrant zephyrs blow,
And brighter blossoms gem the bow'r.
Light graces dress'd in flow'ry wreaths,
Warm with new life, the glitt'ring throngs, On quiv'ring fin and rustling wing, Delighted join their votive songs,
And hail thee, goddess of the spring.
Loves of the Plants.
SONNET TO EVENING.
EVENING, as slow thy placid shades descend,
Hang lovely, oft to musing fancy's eye
Ah, beauteous views! that hope's fair gleams the while
WHILE bees sip nectar from the rose,
And zephyrs court my swain's repose,
I'll twine a chaplet for his brows,
The myrtle s never fading green,
While jess'mine's virgin whiteness shows,
Sleep on, lov'd youth, while I prepare
So may our hearts united be,
If so much bliss is meant for me,
When I receive thy hand.
LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT.
OH! I am caught in Cupid's snare,
The playful step, the artless air,
The lustre of her thrilling eyes.
The curling locks of chesnut brown,
The cheek, where living roses blow.