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When howling winds, and beating rain,
In tempests shake the sylvan cell;
Or 'midst the chase, on every plain,
The tender thought on thee shall dwell;

Each lonely scene shall thee restore ;
For thee the tear be duly shed;
Beloved till life can charm no more,
And mourned till Pity's self be dead.

VERSES

WRITTEN ON A PAPER WHICH CONTAINED A PIECE OF BRIDE-CAKE
GIVEN TO THE AUTHOR BY A LADY.

YE curious hands, that, hid from vulgar eyes,
By search profane shall find this hallowed cake,
With Virtue's awe forbear the sacred prize,
Nor dare a theft, for Love and Pity's sake!

This precious relic, formed by magic power,
Beneath her shepherd's haunted pillow laid,
Was meant by Love to charm the silent hour,
The secret present of a matchless maid.

The Cyprian queen, at Hymen's fond request,
Each nice ingredient chose with happiest art;
Fears, sighs, and wishes of the enamored breast,
And pains that please, are mixed in every part.

With rosy hand the spicy fruit she brought,

From Paphian hills and fair Cythera's isle;
And tempered sweet with these the melting thought,
The kiss ambrosial, and the yielding smile.

Ambiguous looks, that scorn and yet relent,
Denials mild, and firm unaltered truth;
Reluctant pride, and amorous faint consent,
And meeting ardors, and exulting youth.

Sleep, wayward god! hath sworn, while these remain,
With flattering dreams to dry his nightly tear,
And cheerful Hope, so oft invoked in vain,
With fairy songs shall soothe his pensive ear.

If, bound by vows to Friendship's gentle side,
And fond of soul, thou hopest an equal grace,
If youth or maid thy joys and griefs divide,

O, much entreated, leave this fatal place!

Sweet Peace, who long hath shunned my plaintive day,
Consents at length to bring me short delight,

Thy careless steps may scare her doves away,
And Grief with raven note usurp the night.

TO MISS AURELIA C-R,

ON HER WEEPING AT HER SISTER'S WEDDING.

CEASE, fair Aurelia, cease to mourn,
Lament not Hannah's happy state;
You may be happy in your turn,

And seize the treasure you regret.

With Love united Hymen stands,
And softly whispers to your charms,
"Meet but your lover in my bands,

You'll find your sister in his arms."

SONNET.

WHEN Phoebe formed a wanton smile,
My soul! it reached not here:

Strange, that thy peace, thou trembler, flies

Before a rising tear!

From 'midst the drops my love is born

That o'er those eyelids rove :

Thus issued from a teeming wave

The fabled

queen of love.

SONG.

THE SENTIMENTS BORROWED FROM SHAKSPEARE.

YOUNG Damon of the vale is dead,

Ye lowly hamlets, moan;

A dewy turf lies o'er his head,

And at his feet a stone.

His shroud, which Death's cold damps destroy,

Of snow-white threads was made :

All mourned to see so sweet a boy

In earth forever laid.

Pale pansies o'er his corpse were placed,
Which, plucked before their time,
Bestrewed the boy, like him to waste
And wither in their prime.

But will he ne'er return, whose tongue
Could tune the rural lay?

Ah, no! his bell of peace is rung,

His lips are cold as clay.

They bore him out at twilight hour,
The youth who loved so well:
Ah, me! how many a true love shower
Of kind remembrance fell!

Each maid was woe - but Lucy chief,
Her grief o'er all was tried;
Within his grave she dropped in grief,
And o'er her loved one died.

NOTES TO COLLINS.

ORIENTAL ECLOGUES.

PAGE 30, line 16.- Bassora, the gulf of that name, famous for the pearl fishery.

Page 33, line 4.

"In this line he does not merely seem to describe the sultry desert, but brings it home to the senses."- - Campbell.

Page 35, line 17.

That these flowers are found in very great abundance in some of the provinces of Persia, see the "Modern History" of the ingenious Mr. Salmon. - Collins.

ODE TO PITY.
Page 43, line 7.

Pella's bard, Euripides, of whom Aristotle pronounces, on a comparison of him with Sophocles, that he was the greater master of the tender passions, v TQayıxάtego5. -Collins.

Page 43, line 16.

The river Arun runs by the village of Trotton, in Sussex, where Otway had his birth. —Collins.

ODE TO FEAR.
Page 45, line 22.

Alluding to the Kúvas aquztous of Sophocles. See the Electra.

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"It may be remarked, that when we are anxious to communicate the highest possible character of sublimity to anything we are describing, we generally contrive, either directly, or by means of some strong and obvious association, to introduce the image of the heavens, or of the clouds; or, in other words, of sublimity, properly so called. In Collins' Ode to Fear, the happy use of a single word (thunders) identifies at once the physical with the moral sublime, and concentrates the effect of their united force."-Dugald Stewart.

ODE TO SIMPLICITY.
Page 48, line 8.

The andar, or nightingale, for which Sophocles seems to have entertained a peculiar

'ondness.

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