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Article POETRY. ← Page 2 of 2 Article ON SEEING A BEAUTIFUL YOUNG LADY IN TEARS, Page 1 of 1 Article SEPTEMBER *. Page 1 of 4 →
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Poetry.
But chiefly when the Drama's pow'r Steals unobserv- 'd the gliding hour ; Or when , by RADCLIFFK ' S genius led , The Novel ' s pleasing maze I tread ; Ah ! what is then the world to me ? The sceptre e'en of Royalty ? — I think not of th' illustrious toy ; I only know that I enjoy : And , while the substance glads my eyes , I care not where the shadow flies .
On Seeing A Beautiful Young Lady In Tears,
ON SEEING A BEAUTIFUL YOUNG LADY IN TEARS ,
WHILE LISTENING TO A FAVOURITE SONG OF IIEK DECEASED BROTHEK . BY THE SAME . ' SOON as the mucli-lov'd well-known song he sings , A dew-press'd snowdrop sinks her lovely head-Sadin her earihe note of sorrow rings
, , , And seems the knell of the respected dead . Remembrance , passing , tells a mournful tale , Her trembling heart-strings vibrate to the sound ; Again she smiles—a lily of the vale , And scatters sweetness on th . e friends around .
September *.
SEPTEMBER * .
FOR THE FREEMASONS' MAGAZINE .
A PASTORAL SKETCH . BY on . PERFECT . " In his mid career the spaniel , struck " Stilt ' with the tainted gale , with open nose " Outstretch'd and finely sensible , draws full
" Fearful and cautious on the latent prey , " As in the sun the circling covey bask " Their . varied plumes , and , watchful every way , " Thro' the rough stubble turn the secret eye . " THOMSON . SHALL Sorrow dash gall on my strain , While Echo , aiarm'd in the dale , Resounds to compassionate pain
, That flows for the partridge and quail , Responds to the merciless gun , If cruelty harbour a joy ? Then Doriland rise with the sun , For Privilege gives to destroy .
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Poetry.
But chiefly when the Drama's pow'r Steals unobserv- 'd the gliding hour ; Or when , by RADCLIFFK ' S genius led , The Novel ' s pleasing maze I tread ; Ah ! what is then the world to me ? The sceptre e'en of Royalty ? — I think not of th' illustrious toy ; I only know that I enjoy : And , while the substance glads my eyes , I care not where the shadow flies .
On Seeing A Beautiful Young Lady In Tears,
ON SEEING A BEAUTIFUL YOUNG LADY IN TEARS ,
WHILE LISTENING TO A FAVOURITE SONG OF IIEK DECEASED BROTHEK . BY THE SAME . ' SOON as the mucli-lov'd well-known song he sings , A dew-press'd snowdrop sinks her lovely head-Sadin her earihe note of sorrow rings
, , , And seems the knell of the respected dead . Remembrance , passing , tells a mournful tale , Her trembling heart-strings vibrate to the sound ; Again she smiles—a lily of the vale , And scatters sweetness on th . e friends around .
September *.
SEPTEMBER * .
FOR THE FREEMASONS' MAGAZINE .
A PASTORAL SKETCH . BY on . PERFECT . " In his mid career the spaniel , struck " Stilt ' with the tainted gale , with open nose " Outstretch'd and finely sensible , draws full
" Fearful and cautious on the latent prey , " As in the sun the circling covey bask " Their . varied plumes , and , watchful every way , " Thro' the rough stubble turn the secret eye . " THOMSON . SHALL Sorrow dash gall on my strain , While Echo , aiarm'd in the dale , Resounds to compassionate pain
, That flows for the partridge and quail , Responds to the merciless gun , If cruelty harbour a joy ? Then Doriland rise with the sun , For Privilege gives to destroy .