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The cup was all fill'd, and the leaves were all wet,
And it seem'd to a fanciful vicw,
On the flourishing bush where it grew
For a nosegay, so dripping and drown'd,
I snapp'd it—it fell to the ground.
Some act by the delicate mind,
Already to sorrow resign'd.
Might have bloom'd with its owner a whilo ;
May be follow'd perhaps by a smile
Man yet mistakes his way,
And heard the voice of love :
And sooth'd the list’ning dove •
No time shall disengage,
And constancy sincere,
And mine can read them there.
Those ills that wait on all below,
Shall ne'er be felt by me, Or gently felt, and only so, As being shar'd with thee.
Or kites are hov'ring near,
And press thy wedded side,
(Forgive a transient thought,) Thou could become unkind at last, And scorn thy present lot,
Or kites with cruel beak;
This widow'd heart would break
Soft as the passing wind,
A lesson for mankind.
A RAVEN, while with glossy breast
unthinking Ralph, 'T'is over, and the brood is safe ; (For ravens, though as birds of omen They teach both conj’rers and old women, To tell us what is to befall, Can't prophesy themselves at all ;) The morning came, wlien neighbour Hodge Who long had mark'd her airy lodge,
And destin'd all the treasure there
"Tis Providenco alone secures
THE lapse of time and rivers is the same,
Strcams never flow in vain; where streams abound, ✓ How laughs the land with various plenty crown'd'
But time, that should enrich the nobler mind,
ADDRESSED TO A YOUNG LADY.
SWEET stream, that winds through yonder glade, Apt emblem of a virtuous maid Silent and chaste she steals along, Far from the world's gay busy throng; With gentle, yet prevailing force, Intent upon her destin'd course; Graceful and useful all she does, Blessing and bless'd where'er she goes, Pure-bosom’d as that wat’ry glass, And Heav'n reflected in her face.
POET'S NEW-YEAR'S GIFT.
TO MRS. (NOW LADY) THROCKMORTON.
MARIA! I have ev'ry good
For thee wish'd many a time,
But never yet in rhyme.