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Poetry.
ODE TO YOUTH . BY MISS BRAND . OWF . F . T morn of life ! all hail , ye hours of ease ! [ varying dyes ; When blooms the cheek with roseate When modest
" grace exerts each power to please , [ eye ; . And streaming lustre radiates in the Thy past hours innocent ; thy present gay ; Thy future , halcyon Hope depicts without all ay . Day-springoflife ! Oh , stay thy fleeting hours ! [ thought !
Thou fairy reign of ev ' ry pleasant Fancy , to cheer thy path , strews all her Rowers , [ wrought . And in her loom thy plan of years is By thee forgoodness is each heart caress'd ; The world , untried , is judg'd by that within thy breast . Svyeet stale of Youth ! O harmony of soul !
ANOW cheerful dawns the day ; noon brightly beams ; ' " [ trol ; And evening conies serene , norcares con-And night approaches with soft infant dreams . [ round , . Circling , the morn beholds th ' accustom'd
Life ' s smiling charities awake , and joys abound . Season of hope , and peace , and virtues stay ! And for our bliss let inexperience rest ; ¦ For what can prudent foresight ' s beam display ? [ breast ! Why—the barb'd ' arroiv , pointed at our Teach to
suspect the heart we guileless trust , [ unjust . And , ere we are betray'd , to think a friend Thou candid Age ! with ardent friendshi p fraught . That fearless confidence to none denies : Better sometimes deceiv'd—and , artless , taught [ wise . the
By thy own griefs wisdom ofthe For sad experience , with sorrowing breath , [ . Hope ' s wreath . Sheds , weeping sheds , the pristine roses in Season belov'd ! Ah , doom'd . 0 pass away ! With all thy freshness , all thy i . att ' ring joys , [ ful oway , With blooming . beauty ' s envy'd
pouer-With laughing hours , the future ne ' er annoys . Ah ! be thou spent as Virtue bids to spend ! Then , —tho' we wish thy stay , — . no sighs thy reign shall end . QN MR . ADDISON'S WRITINGS . . So smooth the style , so fine the thought , ¦ Such and such wit
justness , ; £ ut : e none e'er thought like ADDISON , Dike him none ever writ . E . B .
ON BELINDA'S CANARY-BIRD . Written extempore , over a Gluts of Sort . DEticiiTsVL , airy , skipping thing , To charm by nature taught ;
How canst thou thus imprison'd sing , And -.. well thy downy throat ! Divine would be the poet ' s lays , Breath'd with that , melting air , With which thy warbling voice repays Thy beauteous feeder's care . Perhaps the favour of her hands
'These happy strains infuse ; And I might notes as sweet command , Kais'dby so fair amuse . The influence of her radiant eye , And her reviving smiles ; "» The absence of that sun supply Which cheers thy native isles .
Blest isles ! where with such kindly rays On birds and trees he shines , We thence enjoy seraphic ( ays , And thei . ee celestial wines . See the enliven'd liquor rise , Asdancingto her song ! And virtue with the music vies , As sweet , as clear , as strong .
Had but those forests Orpheus drew , Clos'd in their shades a bird Of equal harmony with you , No tree of taste had stirr'd . The groves had listen'd to the tongue Of their own feather'd choir ; Nor on the vocal strings had hung , But on the boughs tiie lyre .
LINES BY DEAN SWIFT , TO A FF . 1 EKD WHO ASKED III M Will C II WES { HJS FAVOURITE Il'ltNI T 1111 I , Never before published . i HE furniture that best doth lease
p St . Patrick' - ; Dean , good Sir , are these : The knife and fork , ivith which I eat , And next the pot that boils , the meat ; The next to be preferr'ri , I think , Is the glass m which I drink ; The shelves on which my books I keep , And the bed in which i sleep ; An anti elbow chairbetween
que , , B ig enough to hold the Dean ; And the slove that gives delight In the cold bleak wintry night : To these we add a thing below , More for use reserv'd than show : The e are-what the Dean do please , All superfluous are but these .
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Poetry.
ODE TO YOUTH . BY MISS BRAND . OWF . F . T morn of life ! all hail , ye hours of ease ! [ varying dyes ; When blooms the cheek with roseate When modest
" grace exerts each power to please , [ eye ; . And streaming lustre radiates in the Thy past hours innocent ; thy present gay ; Thy future , halcyon Hope depicts without all ay . Day-springoflife ! Oh , stay thy fleeting hours ! [ thought !
Thou fairy reign of ev ' ry pleasant Fancy , to cheer thy path , strews all her Rowers , [ wrought . And in her loom thy plan of years is By thee forgoodness is each heart caress'd ; The world , untried , is judg'd by that within thy breast . Svyeet stale of Youth ! O harmony of soul !
ANOW cheerful dawns the day ; noon brightly beams ; ' " [ trol ; And evening conies serene , norcares con-And night approaches with soft infant dreams . [ round , . Circling , the morn beholds th ' accustom'd
Life ' s smiling charities awake , and joys abound . Season of hope , and peace , and virtues stay ! And for our bliss let inexperience rest ; ¦ For what can prudent foresight ' s beam display ? [ breast ! Why—the barb'd ' arroiv , pointed at our Teach to
suspect the heart we guileless trust , [ unjust . And , ere we are betray'd , to think a friend Thou candid Age ! with ardent friendshi p fraught . That fearless confidence to none denies : Better sometimes deceiv'd—and , artless , taught [ wise . the
By thy own griefs wisdom ofthe For sad experience , with sorrowing breath , [ . Hope ' s wreath . Sheds , weeping sheds , the pristine roses in Season belov'd ! Ah , doom'd . 0 pass away ! With all thy freshness , all thy i . att ' ring joys , [ ful oway , With blooming . beauty ' s envy'd
pouer-With laughing hours , the future ne ' er annoys . Ah ! be thou spent as Virtue bids to spend ! Then , —tho' we wish thy stay , — . no sighs thy reign shall end . QN MR . ADDISON'S WRITINGS . . So smooth the style , so fine the thought , ¦ Such and such wit
justness , ; £ ut : e none e'er thought like ADDISON , Dike him none ever writ . E . B .
ON BELINDA'S CANARY-BIRD . Written extempore , over a Gluts of Sort . DEticiiTsVL , airy , skipping thing , To charm by nature taught ;
How canst thou thus imprison'd sing , And -.. well thy downy throat ! Divine would be the poet ' s lays , Breath'd with that , melting air , With which thy warbling voice repays Thy beauteous feeder's care . Perhaps the favour of her hands
'These happy strains infuse ; And I might notes as sweet command , Kais'dby so fair amuse . The influence of her radiant eye , And her reviving smiles ; "» The absence of that sun supply Which cheers thy native isles .
Blest isles ! where with such kindly rays On birds and trees he shines , We thence enjoy seraphic ( ays , And thei . ee celestial wines . See the enliven'd liquor rise , Asdancingto her song ! And virtue with the music vies , As sweet , as clear , as strong .
Had but those forests Orpheus drew , Clos'd in their shades a bird Of equal harmony with you , No tree of taste had stirr'd . The groves had listen'd to the tongue Of their own feather'd choir ; Nor on the vocal strings had hung , But on the boughs tiie lyre .
LINES BY DEAN SWIFT , TO A FF . 1 EKD WHO ASKED III M Will C II WES { HJS FAVOURITE Il'ltNI T 1111 I , Never before published . i HE furniture that best doth lease
p St . Patrick' - ; Dean , good Sir , are these : The knife and fork , ivith which I eat , And next the pot that boils , the meat ; The next to be preferr'ri , I think , Is the glass m which I drink ; The shelves on which my books I keep , And the bed in which i sleep ; An anti elbow chairbetween
que , , B ig enough to hold the Dean ; And the slove that gives delight In the cold bleak wintry night : To these we add a thing below , More for use reserv'd than show : The e are-what the Dean do please , All superfluous are but these .