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Poetry.
POETRY .
TO SIMPLICITY . a y-MISS c . HVIHCSTOS . - ¦ SWEET nymph ! divine Simplicity ! My earlv vows were paid to ihee , And still my soul delig hts 10 trace The features of thy beauteous face :
To mark in that sweet faceexpress'd The virtues cfthy guiltless breast ; Quick as the varying passions lise , To see them sparkle in thine eyes ; Gay hope , and love , and artless truth , And all the winningchanns of youth : Confidiii . tT faith , that knows no tear , And list ' ning softsweet Pity's lear ;
g , For still thy gentle heart has known To feel for angui .-Oi not thy own ! Thosecheeks where native beauty glows , Warm as the blush that paints the rose , At Sorrow ' s sadly plaintive tale , Are , as the drooping lilly , pale . Oh thou , kind Nature ' s darling child ! , Frankunassumingsweetly wild
, , , And by thy lovely parent-taught Sincere to breathe the genuine thought , In such sweet sounds , so pure , so clear , As well may charm ihe judging ear , The feeling heart to rapture move , And wake thc . virtiinus mind to love .
Thy soul disdains the foreign aid Ofglittering shew and vain parade , And Fashion ' s lig ht fantastic reign , And Affectation ' s flattering train . Thou coin ' s ! in purest white array'd ; No artful wreathes thy temples shade , No costly pearls , no " diamonds r . -. re Display their dazzling lustre there ; But Modestyresistless grace
, . Sheds her fresh roses o'er thy face : And laughing Innocencesupplies The rays that dart from those brig ht eyes . ' Far from the busy scenes of life , From folly , vanity , and strife , From the proud city ' s noise and glare ,. . Where pleasure courts but to ensnare , Be mine , dear Nymph i the envied lot ,
With Ihee , in some sequesier'd cot , Cheer'dby kind Friendship's genial rays , In social peace to pass my days ; Awake to Nature ' s every charm , My heart with grateful fervor warm , To him , whose all-creating band In fairest beauty clothes the hind . Oh I save me from all worldly cares , From false refinements , subtle snares , From Pride , and all her paltry aims , And Vanity ' s presumptuous claims ; The sceptic ' s ever wavering soul ,
And Superstition ' s blind conlrouh And when the beauteous morn appears , Soft-smiling through her balmy tears , Throws hernch treasures o ' er the earth , And calls the lingering flowers lo birth ; Awakes the universal lay , That welcomes in the new-born day , Ami , starting from her calm r . pose , Nature lows
Willi joy resplendent g , Do thou my willing footsteps guide Along the lofty mounta' ' S side ; Point out each beauty as we go That m ? . rks the varied scene below . Then , by thy genuine taite inspir'd , Oh let me gaze with rapture fir'd , Till the great source of every joy Shall all mv grateful soul employ ! And , lost in wonder and in praise , To him my grateful heart I raise .
THE DOUBLET OF GREY . BY MBS . ROBINSON . BINEATH the tall turrets that nod o | er the W ; , ' A dark forest now blsckens the mound ; the
Where often , at dawn-light , deepsounding bell [ knell , Tolls sadly and solemn a soul-partmg While the ruin re-echoes the sound . II . Yet long has the castle been left to decay , For its ramparts are skirled with thorn ; And by moon lih ; will venture
no one g that wav , [ let of grey ,. Lest they meet the poor maid , in her doub-As she wanders , all pale and forlorn I in . ' And why should she wander ? O tell me , 1 pray , ' Andoh ! why does she wanderalone ;
, Beneath the dark ivy , now-left to decay , With no shroud , but a coarse simple doublet of grey , Lies her bosom as cold as a stone . iv . Time was when no form was so fresh , ofso fair
, Or so coir . elv , when richly array'u : . She was tail , and the jewels that biaz'd in her hair [ tre compare Could no more with her eyes' living liii-Than a ruse with the check oi the maid .
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Poetry.
POETRY .
TO SIMPLICITY . a y-MISS c . HVIHCSTOS . - ¦ SWEET nymph ! divine Simplicity ! My earlv vows were paid to ihee , And still my soul delig hts 10 trace The features of thy beauteous face :
To mark in that sweet faceexpress'd The virtues cfthy guiltless breast ; Quick as the varying passions lise , To see them sparkle in thine eyes ; Gay hope , and love , and artless truth , And all the winningchanns of youth : Confidiii . tT faith , that knows no tear , And list ' ning softsweet Pity's lear ;
g , For still thy gentle heart has known To feel for angui .-Oi not thy own ! Thosecheeks where native beauty glows , Warm as the blush that paints the rose , At Sorrow ' s sadly plaintive tale , Are , as the drooping lilly , pale . Oh thou , kind Nature ' s darling child ! , Frankunassumingsweetly wild
, , , And by thy lovely parent-taught Sincere to breathe the genuine thought , In such sweet sounds , so pure , so clear , As well may charm ihe judging ear , The feeling heart to rapture move , And wake thc . virtiinus mind to love .
Thy soul disdains the foreign aid Ofglittering shew and vain parade , And Fashion ' s lig ht fantastic reign , And Affectation ' s flattering train . Thou coin ' s ! in purest white array'd ; No artful wreathes thy temples shade , No costly pearls , no " diamonds r . -. re Display their dazzling lustre there ; But Modestyresistless grace
, . Sheds her fresh roses o'er thy face : And laughing Innocencesupplies The rays that dart from those brig ht eyes . ' Far from the busy scenes of life , From folly , vanity , and strife , From the proud city ' s noise and glare ,. . Where pleasure courts but to ensnare , Be mine , dear Nymph i the envied lot ,
With Ihee , in some sequesier'd cot , Cheer'dby kind Friendship's genial rays , In social peace to pass my days ; Awake to Nature ' s every charm , My heart with grateful fervor warm , To him , whose all-creating band In fairest beauty clothes the hind . Oh I save me from all worldly cares , From false refinements , subtle snares , From Pride , and all her paltry aims , And Vanity ' s presumptuous claims ; The sceptic ' s ever wavering soul ,
And Superstition ' s blind conlrouh And when the beauteous morn appears , Soft-smiling through her balmy tears , Throws hernch treasures o ' er the earth , And calls the lingering flowers lo birth ; Awakes the universal lay , That welcomes in the new-born day , Ami , starting from her calm r . pose , Nature lows
Willi joy resplendent g , Do thou my willing footsteps guide Along the lofty mounta' ' S side ; Point out each beauty as we go That m ? . rks the varied scene below . Then , by thy genuine taite inspir'd , Oh let me gaze with rapture fir'd , Till the great source of every joy Shall all mv grateful soul employ ! And , lost in wonder and in praise , To him my grateful heart I raise .
THE DOUBLET OF GREY . BY MBS . ROBINSON . BINEATH the tall turrets that nod o | er the W ; , ' A dark forest now blsckens the mound ; the
Where often , at dawn-light , deepsounding bell [ knell , Tolls sadly and solemn a soul-partmg While the ruin re-echoes the sound . II . Yet long has the castle been left to decay , For its ramparts are skirled with thorn ; And by moon lih ; will venture
no one g that wav , [ let of grey ,. Lest they meet the poor maid , in her doub-As she wanders , all pale and forlorn I in . ' And why should she wander ? O tell me , 1 pray , ' Andoh ! why does she wanderalone ;
, Beneath the dark ivy , now-left to decay , With no shroud , but a coarse simple doublet of grey , Lies her bosom as cold as a stone . iv . Time was when no form was so fresh , ofso fair
, Or so coir . elv , when richly array'u : . She was tail , and the jewels that biaz'd in her hair [ tre compare Could no more with her eyes' living liii-Than a ruse with the check oi the maid .