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Contest Between The Lips And Eyes.
Then wept tlie Eyes , and from their springs did pour Of liquid Oriental Pearls a show'r ; Whereat the Lips , mov'd wi . th delight and pleasure , Through a sweet smile , unlockj the pearly treasure , ^ And bade Love judge , whether did add more grace , Weeping or smiling Pearls in Celia ' s iace ?
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TO THE MEMORY OF A BEAUTIFUL YOUNG LADY , fflio died at NEWPORT , in the ISLE of WIGHT , in the Month of January 1793 . Aged about 16 Tearsv
[ B Y T . P . ] ALAS , poor Julia ! when the tidings came , That Death ' s cold hand had seiz'd thy lovely frame ; That thou , whose smile was bliss , who ne ' er couldst frown , ] Wert thus untimely to the grave gone down ! Spite of the busy tongues which slurr'd thy fame . heavy heart drank deep of sorrow ' s stream ;
My I fled the face of man to hide my grief , And wrote these lines to give my SQUI relief , O , fair as light ! and hapless too as fair ! Sweet as the fragrance balmy zephyrs bear ; And soft as sweet , ai ) d blithe as the day dawn Bright rising o ' er the dewy spangled lawn , When in close covert of the leafy grove
, Birds sing gay songs , and tune their early l ° ve s And O , so young a flower I and stricken down Ere half thine opening charms were fully blown ' . Sure Death , long satfed with more common spoil , Has cropt the prettiest blossom of the isle ; And haclst thou been as good as thou wert fair , Though Heav ' n be good , t ' hou'dst found no rival there !
If these few lines the public eye should find , Some Wit shall say ( for wit is seldom kind ) , 'Tis gratitude demands that I should pay , For favours once receiv'd , the tribute'lay . Julia ne ' er heard my voice , she knew lrie not , Or , seen one moment , was the next forgot : To such as . these I write not , but to you
( And much I fear your number is but few ) Whose hearts oft steep'd in pity ' s kindly dew . Though you must blame , can yet have mercy too . p , have ye known a tree , the forest ' s pride , Grow green , and flourish fair , and young befide j For beauty lov'd ( for after all is said , 'Tis Nature ' s law , and she will beobey'd ) . And seen when least expecting , passing by ,
? ' Lovely in death , the beauteous ruin lie ;" Prone on the earth , where some rude storm had thrown i ^ , ? f With all its leafy honours still upon it 5 " ' ' Qjl *
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Contest Between The Lips And Eyes.
Then wept tlie Eyes , and from their springs did pour Of liquid Oriental Pearls a show'r ; Whereat the Lips , mov'd wi . th delight and pleasure , Through a sweet smile , unlockj the pearly treasure , ^ And bade Love judge , whether did add more grace , Weeping or smiling Pearls in Celia ' s iace ?
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TO THE MEMORY OF A BEAUTIFUL YOUNG LADY , fflio died at NEWPORT , in the ISLE of WIGHT , in the Month of January 1793 . Aged about 16 Tearsv
[ B Y T . P . ] ALAS , poor Julia ! when the tidings came , That Death ' s cold hand had seiz'd thy lovely frame ; That thou , whose smile was bliss , who ne ' er couldst frown , ] Wert thus untimely to the grave gone down ! Spite of the busy tongues which slurr'd thy fame . heavy heart drank deep of sorrow ' s stream ;
My I fled the face of man to hide my grief , And wrote these lines to give my SQUI relief , O , fair as light ! and hapless too as fair ! Sweet as the fragrance balmy zephyrs bear ; And soft as sweet , ai ) d blithe as the day dawn Bright rising o ' er the dewy spangled lawn , When in close covert of the leafy grove
, Birds sing gay songs , and tune their early l ° ve s And O , so young a flower I and stricken down Ere half thine opening charms were fully blown ' . Sure Death , long satfed with more common spoil , Has cropt the prettiest blossom of the isle ; And haclst thou been as good as thou wert fair , Though Heav ' n be good , t ' hou'dst found no rival there !
If these few lines the public eye should find , Some Wit shall say ( for wit is seldom kind ) , 'Tis gratitude demands that I should pay , For favours once receiv'd , the tribute'lay . Julia ne ' er heard my voice , she knew lrie not , Or , seen one moment , was the next forgot : To such as . these I write not , but to you
( And much I fear your number is but few ) Whose hearts oft steep'd in pity ' s kindly dew . Though you must blame , can yet have mercy too . p , have ye known a tree , the forest ' s pride , Grow green , and flourish fair , and young befide j For beauty lov'd ( for after all is said , 'Tis Nature ' s law , and she will beobey'd ) . And seen when least expecting , passing by ,
? ' Lovely in death , the beauteous ruin lie ;" Prone on the earth , where some rude storm had thrown i ^ , ? f With all its leafy honours still upon it 5 " ' ' Qjl *