LINES WRITTEN AT THE COHOS, OR FALLS OF THE GIA ERA IN LOCO OVE S'UDIA 'L RIMBOMBO FROM rise of morn till set of sun I've seen the mighty Mohawk run, DANTE. And as I mark'd the woods of pine There is a dreary and savage character in the country immediately above these falls, which is much more in harmony with the wildness of such a scene, than the cultivated lands in the neighbourhood of Niagara. See the drawing of them in Mr. WELD's book. According to him, the perpendicular height of the Cohos Fall is fifty feet; but the Marquis de Chastellux makes it seventy-six. The fine rainbow, which is continually forming and dissolving as the spray rises into the light of the sun, is perhaps the most interesting beauty which these wonderful cataracts exhibit. Rushing, alike untired and wild, Through shades that frown'd and flowers that smiled, Flying by every green recess That woo'd him to its calm caress, Yet, sometimes turning with the wind, As if to leave one look behind! Oh! I have thought, and thinking sigh'd— Who roams along thy water's brim ! Oh! may my falls be bright as thine! CLORIS AND FANNY. CLORIS! if I were Persia's king, I'd make my graceful queen of thee; While FANNY, wild and artless thing, Should but thy humble handmaid be. There is but one objection in it- I should, in some unlucky minute, TO MISS WITH Woman's form and woman's tricks So much of man you seem to mix, One knows not where to take you : I pray you, if 'tis not too far, Go, ask of Nature which you are, Or what she meant to make you. Yet stay-you need not take the pains- Pert as female, fool as male, As boy too green, aș girl too stale— for oilt and zestem od oder07 SINE VENERE FRIGET APOLLO. How can I sing of fragrant sighs I ne'er have felt from thee? How can I sing of smiling eyes That ne'er have smiled on me? Egid. Menagius. The heart, 'tis true, may fancy much, Think'st thou, when JULIA's lip and breast Inspired my youthful tongue, I coldly spoke of lips unprest, Nor felt the Heaven I sung? No, no, the spell that warm'd so long Was still my JULIA's kiss, And still the girl was paid in song Then beam one burning smile on me, Let me but feel a breath from thee, That rosy mouth alone can bring Oh, Lady! how my lip would sing, |