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Article THE SCIENTIFIC MAGAZINE, AND FREEMASONS' REPOSITORY, ← Page 2 of 2 Article ON LEAVING LEHENA , † IN OCTOBER, 1788. Page 1 of 2 →
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The Scientific Magazine, And Freemasons' Repository,
Manners , in several of these pieces , appears peculiarly amiable . The language possesses the charm of simplicity , and the general effect upon the mind of the reader is to produce , if not high admiration , yet p leasing serenity . The principal pieces are of the ballad , or the elegiac kind , and are adapted to excite tender s mpathy . From the elegant * volume just mentioned we extract the following
pieces : TO CONTENTMENT . ' CONTENTMENT , rosy , dimpled fair , >¦ TUou brightest daughter of the sky , Why dosv thou to the bur repair , Ancl from the glided palace fly ?
' I ' ve trae'd thee on the peasant's cheek ; I ' ve marJc'd thee iu the milk-maid ' s smile ; I ' ve heard thee loudly laugh and speak , Amid the sons of want and toil . ' Yet , in ths circles of die Great , "Where fortune ' s gifts are all combin'd s .
I ' ve sought thee early , sought thee late , And ne ' er thy lovely form couid find . Since then from wealth and pomp you ilee , I ask but competence and thee . '
On Leaving Lehena , † In October, 1788.
ON LEAVING LEHENA , † IN OCTOBER , 1788 .
' DEAR fields , where oft in infancy I stray'd , When every trifle charms the vacant mind ! Kind groves , that wrapp'd me in your circling shade ., When thoughtful science first my soul relin'd ! ' Say , must I bid this lov'd recess adieu , Once more to float on dissipation ' s tide ?
Where shall I meet with friends so safe , so true , To whom I may my careless youth confide ? ' Where yon tall elms have fonn'd a dark retreat , . How oft the showers of April did I slum 1 Beneath the limes that sverhang yon seat , How sweet my shelter from the summer sun !
' Or when rude Boreas urg'd the chilling blast , And desolation darken'd all the plain , Musing I vvander'd o ' er the wint ' ry waste , And knew my charms more transient and more vain .-' For soon again shall Phoebus' golden beams . Restore the . meadows to their pristine bloom :
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
The Scientific Magazine, And Freemasons' Repository,
Manners , in several of these pieces , appears peculiarly amiable . The language possesses the charm of simplicity , and the general effect upon the mind of the reader is to produce , if not high admiration , yet p leasing serenity . The principal pieces are of the ballad , or the elegiac kind , and are adapted to excite tender s mpathy . From the elegant * volume just mentioned we extract the following
pieces : TO CONTENTMENT . ' CONTENTMENT , rosy , dimpled fair , >¦ TUou brightest daughter of the sky , Why dosv thou to the bur repair , Ancl from the glided palace fly ?
' I ' ve trae'd thee on the peasant's cheek ; I ' ve marJc'd thee iu the milk-maid ' s smile ; I ' ve heard thee loudly laugh and speak , Amid the sons of want and toil . ' Yet , in ths circles of die Great , "Where fortune ' s gifts are all combin'd s .
I ' ve sought thee early , sought thee late , And ne ' er thy lovely form couid find . Since then from wealth and pomp you ilee , I ask but competence and thee . '
On Leaving Lehena , † In October, 1788.
ON LEAVING LEHENA , † IN OCTOBER , 1788 .
' DEAR fields , where oft in infancy I stray'd , When every trifle charms the vacant mind ! Kind groves , that wrapp'd me in your circling shade ., When thoughtful science first my soul relin'd ! ' Say , must I bid this lov'd recess adieu , Once more to float on dissipation ' s tide ?
Where shall I meet with friends so safe , so true , To whom I may my careless youth confide ? ' Where yon tall elms have fonn'd a dark retreat , . How oft the showers of April did I slum 1 Beneath the limes that sverhang yon seat , How sweet my shelter from the summer sun !
' Or when rude Boreas urg'd the chilling blast , And desolation darken'd all the plain , Musing I vvander'd o ' er the wint ' ry waste , And knew my charms more transient and more vain .-' For soon again shall Phoebus' golden beams . Restore the . meadows to their pristine bloom :