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And when the moon, with languid beams,
In antic sports 'tis thy delight
With printless footsteps o'er the ground,
Or with cherubic forms to rove
Or lightly skim the gay parterre,
That decks the meads, or mid the bow'r, Diffuses fragrance thro' the ambient air.
0! spirit of the western gale,
Or by the streamlet liftless lie ;
J. J. PEAT.
ON LOVE, WRITTEN AT THE DESIRE OF SOME LADIES*,
EAR Girls, you request me to write,
On a subject I little do know;
To be sure my cold bosom must glow.
And with them I'm inclin’d to agree, Whether black, brown, ugly, or fair,
Its the same for Love never can fee;
Or the roseate hue of the skin,
But the MIND that's incircled within.
The casket indeed may be
mean, Yet if it encloses a soul, Those who find it need never complain,
Who feel it, would grasp at the whole. With emotions like these I now feel,
A dear object so true could I find; Though balhful I would not conceal,
And I surely must tell her my mind. For ’tis VIRTEE alone will remain,
When youth and when beauty are gone; To possess such a nymph I will aim,
And my charmer and I Thall be one. Now ladies, pray take my advice,
Your lover's true character scan; Tho'wit, and tho' humour the senses may please,
'Tis the MIND that ennobles the man. London, July 2, 1798.
And rob’d in heav'n's transparent dye;
With mild sereneness through the sky.
Where eve may cast her pearly dew;
A thousand silvery tapers strew.
While stillness rules each leafy haunt;
Coy Philomel may breathe her chaunt.
The richness of its bloom display;
Attun'd to thee in fondcit lay.
And favour'd with a sable gloom,
While blows the gale with midnight breath,
The agents to approaching death. ,
On night's full wing thy radiance throw;
May fortly cease to hail thy glow.
From warlike camps, and ball-rooms gay;
To fit, and hear the melancholy roar
No more, the world's big pag'antry thall charm,
Farewell for ever, gay-rob’d mirth, farewell,
Two lovers lay exchanging vows,
Philander, and his lovely maid. Not am'rous less than Eden's pair,
Soften'd by sweet embraces each; Strangers to discontent and care,
But what love makes, their breasts could reach. « O Sylvia," said the enraptur'd swain,
« When first thy form divine I view'd, Transport then rush'd thro' every vein,
And instant love my heart subdued. My bosom felt a flame, the effect
Of outward charms beyond compare ; But 'twas thy MIND with graces deck'd,
That fed the flame and fix'd it there, Bereft of thee, all earth could give,
Would ne'er restore my peace of mind, Poffeft of thee, content I'd live,
Live the moft happy of mankind.” « Philander dear," the maid return’d,
When big with love her breast had sigh’d; Long has my heart with passion burn'd,
Tho' long my constant (wain I've try'd.
At every rural walk my eye
Still thee preferr'd, no youth could move; The tender look, the expressive ligh,
'Tis you, my swain, I fill approve." “ If so,” resum'd the exulting youth,
" Why put we off the nuptial day? 'Till Aceting years and posting age,
Our relish for such bliss destroy. Hafte, then, and let connubial hands,
Bind deareft Sylvia to my heart; Hafte- let us join our hearts and hands,
Which nought but death itself can part. The blushing nymph consents to go
With her Philander to be bleft ; The joys the two admirers know
Are felt-but ne'er can be expreft.
BY J. G.
BEING ONE OF THE FIRST PRODUCTIONS OF HIS
TERNITY, thou vast unfathom'd deep,
From what vast fountain didit thou first derive