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But if thou wilt in darkness lurk,
And thy weak rage fulfil;
And write bad satire still,
Gentle mother chide no longer,
Touch not rough a tender flower, In its bloom untimely fading,
Crush'd by sorrow's heavy show'r.
Have you on the same occasion,
Never with your duty strove; Could you never hear persuasion
Dropping from the lip of love?
Had you seen the lovely stranger,
And had been so sweetly bid;
FIELDS OF FONTENAY.
FAREWELL fields of Fontenay,
DAMON AND SILVIA.
Says Damon to his sprightly girl
To me this prayer be given,
I ask no more of heaven.
An higher boon thy Silvia craves,
DAMON AND CHLOE.
All to be vow'd by man,
As long as love I can.
Still for a change will plead;
A tedious fast succeed.
But this I vow sincerely,
That should it so befall;
· English Chronicle.
The sweet deceiver hope destroys,
Through gloomy winter's reign we mourn
Peeps abroad from yonder hill;
Frost has stopp'd the village mill.
Fast the flaky snow descends :
While the mitten’d lass attends,
Rise the winds, and rocks the cottage,
Thaws the roof and wets the path ; Dorcas cooks the sav'ry pottage,
Smokes the cake upon the hearth.
April. Sunshine intermits with ardour,
Shades fly swiftly o'er the fields ; Show's revive the drooping verdure,
Sweets the sunny uplands yields.
Child! forbear the deed unbless'd!
Pluck the flow'r but spare the nest.
Spend the sultry hour of play;
Seated on the new made hay.
While the vivid lightning flies;
Clap their hands before their eyes.