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To watch the stars, that gild the lucid pole,
And view yon orbs in mazy order roll;
To hear the tender nightingale complain,

And warble to the woods her am'rous strain ;
No more fhall these my penfive foul delight,
But each gay vifion melts in endless night,

And

Nymphs, that in glimm'ring glades by moonlight dance, ye, that through the liquid crystal glance,

IMITATIONS.

Ne d'afpettato ben frefche novelle,

Ne dir d'Amore in ftili alti ed ornati ;

Ne tra chiare fontane, e verdi prati

Dolce cantare onefte donne e belle;

Ne altro fara mai ch' al cor m'aggiunga,
Si feco il feppe quella fepellire,

Che fola a gli occhi miei fu lume e speglio.

*Ver. 143. Sonnet. 263.

O vaghi abitator de' verdi bofchi,

O Ninfe, e voi, che'l frefco erbofo fondo

Del liquido cristallo alberga e pafce.

That

That oft have heard my fadly-pleafing moan,
Behold me now a lifeless marble grown.

Ah! lead me to the tomb where Laura lies:

Clouds, fold me round, and, gather'd darkness, rise!

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Bear me, ye gales, in death's foft flumber lay'd,

And, ye bright realms, receive my fleeting shade!

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A TURKISH ODE

OF MESI HI.

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EAR how the nightingales on ev'ry spray,

Hail in wild notes the sweet return of May!
The gale, that o'er yon waving almond blows,
The verdant bank with filver bloffoms ftrows :
The smiling feafon decks each flow'ry glade.
Be gay too soon the flow'rs of Spring will fade.

INLEH bulbul kiffa fen kim gildi eiami behar,
Kurdi her bir baghda hengamei hengami behar,

Oldi fim affhan ana ezhari badami behar

Yfh u nush it kim gicher kalmaz bu eiami behar.

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Thou bearest the tale of the nightingale "that the vernal Season approaches." The Spring has Spread a bower of joy in every grove, where the almond-tree fbeds its filver blooms. Be cheerful; be full of mirth; for the Spring pafes foon away: it will not luft.

What

What gales of fragrance scent the vernal air!

Hills, dales, and woods their lovelieft mantles wear.

Who knows what cares await that fatal day,

When ruder gusts shall banish gentle May?

Ev'n death, perhaps, our valleys will invade.

Be gay: too foon the flow'rs of Spring will fade.

Yineh enwai fhukufileh bezendi bagh u ragh,

Yfh ichun kurdi chichekler fahni gulfhenda otagh,

Kim bilur ol behareh dek kih u kim ola fagh?

Yah u nush it kim gicher kalmaz bu eiami behar.

The groves and hills are again adorned with all forts of flowers : a pavilion of roses, as the feat of pleasure, is raised in the garden. Who knows which of us will be alive when the fair season ends? Be cheerful, &c.

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