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Poetry.
POETRY .
TILE GHOST * W .. ITTEN BY GF . NEHAT . BUONAPARTE , The Conqueror of Italy . Dr . RP silence hush'd the midniht scene ;
g Sweet sleep ha . ' seal'd each wearied eye . Ami soo . h'd to rest Ihe wretch ' s woes—But conscience , Anna , wak'd with thee Thro' weeping clouds the moon so wan Uncertain shed a sickly ray . From church-vard yew ihe nightingale Kemurmur'd oft iier woeful lay ; When trembling Anna ' s bed beside
A pale , pale spectre sto <; d to view ; And thrice Ills ghas . lv head lie shook , And cried , behold' thy Norman true ! Behold now fix'd in death these eyes That ofi so fondly gaz'd on thee , Behold , false maid ! the feeble ghost Of one that mourn'd tliy perjury . - Oppress'd with grief my soul exhal'd
, Which long had languish'd to be freer Ah me ! could I the blow sustain That came , O cruel maid I from thee ? Bui now beneath yon sod I sleep , My sorrows all at length arc o ' er ; Beneath yon sod Isoundlv sleep , But Anna , thou shall sleep no more 1 The phantom Red . — -The rosy dawn
Awakes to genial joy the morn ; Bui genial joy nor rosy dawn Shall more to Anna ' s soul return . Guilt-haunted , she the scene broods o'er , A ghost in ev'ry shade she sees , A voice she hears in ev ' ry breeze Cry , Anna , thou shall sleep ' no more 1
THE DAWN . BY THE SAME . SEE ! from old Ocean's chilly lap Aurora rise so blushhig sweet ! Impatient on the mountain lop
The Morn her lusty love to meet , 1 These Verses were occasioned hv the lamentable fate of a man of genius , " who fell a victim to an unfortunate attachment . VOL . JX ;
Quit , Phoebe quit , thy frigid couch , Nor Heaven ' s example slight profane ; Quit , ol . I quit a languid spouse , To crown with bliss a lover swain . Nor can thy beauty ' s powerful spell ' The pangs of dire disease assuage ; Nor all . lie ' fire of those bright eyes Dissolve th' obdurate ice of age .
O ! then to these fond arms fly , And pour in bliss the-morn on me ; How happy will the day proceed , My blest Aurora ! led'by thee . Nor let the morning's purple beam Bid lovely Phoebe flee away ; Yon forest ' s , love-befriending gloom
Defies the glaring dar-. s of day . There oft—for me the slave of love , With sacred lore the . God inspires—" There oft bold Mars with Beauty's Oueen To sport in am'rous guise , retires ; ~ And whileabsorbed in soft deliht
, g , Thev pass the blissful hours away ; Nor Vulcan's subtle-snare they fear , Nor fear the tell-tale God of" Day ; Quit , Phcebe ; quit thy frigid couch , ~ N » r Heaven ' s example alight prolans ! Quit , oh I quit a l .. nguid spouse , ~ To crown with bliss a- lover swain ;
ODE . WHAT means this din incessant air around ? Where ' er ! turn my eyes , Lo ! glittering-anus arise , And drums and trun . petsstun me with their
sound . Genius of- Commerce ! have thy sons . Burning with patriot zeal , Their pens for pistols chaiig'd . ? their yards for guns ? . The hall of feasting for the tented plain ? Tlie Alley ' s roar , the busy hum of Change , For wavlikeairs and martial musicstrangei '
For murd ' rous steel , Commissions SAveet , and fascinating gain ? Bid , bid the horrid preparations cease , And share th y golden throne ivith tianquil Peace . C . c c . -
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Poetry.
POETRY .
TILE GHOST * W .. ITTEN BY GF . NEHAT . BUONAPARTE , The Conqueror of Italy . Dr . RP silence hush'd the midniht scene ;
g Sweet sleep ha . ' seal'd each wearied eye . Ami soo . h'd to rest Ihe wretch ' s woes—But conscience , Anna , wak'd with thee Thro' weeping clouds the moon so wan Uncertain shed a sickly ray . From church-vard yew ihe nightingale Kemurmur'd oft iier woeful lay ; When trembling Anna ' s bed beside
A pale , pale spectre sto <; d to view ; And thrice Ills ghas . lv head lie shook , And cried , behold' thy Norman true ! Behold now fix'd in death these eyes That ofi so fondly gaz'd on thee , Behold , false maid ! the feeble ghost Of one that mourn'd tliy perjury . - Oppress'd with grief my soul exhal'd
, Which long had languish'd to be freer Ah me ! could I the blow sustain That came , O cruel maid I from thee ? Bui now beneath yon sod I sleep , My sorrows all at length arc o ' er ; Beneath yon sod Isoundlv sleep , But Anna , thou shall sleep no more 1 The phantom Red . — -The rosy dawn
Awakes to genial joy the morn ; Bui genial joy nor rosy dawn Shall more to Anna ' s soul return . Guilt-haunted , she the scene broods o'er , A ghost in ev'ry shade she sees , A voice she hears in ev ' ry breeze Cry , Anna , thou shall sleep ' no more 1
THE DAWN . BY THE SAME . SEE ! from old Ocean's chilly lap Aurora rise so blushhig sweet ! Impatient on the mountain lop
The Morn her lusty love to meet , 1 These Verses were occasioned hv the lamentable fate of a man of genius , " who fell a victim to an unfortunate attachment . VOL . JX ;
Quit , Phoebe quit , thy frigid couch , Nor Heaven ' s example slight profane ; Quit , ol . I quit a languid spouse , To crown with bliss a lover swain . Nor can thy beauty ' s powerful spell ' The pangs of dire disease assuage ; Nor all . lie ' fire of those bright eyes Dissolve th' obdurate ice of age .
O ! then to these fond arms fly , And pour in bliss the-morn on me ; How happy will the day proceed , My blest Aurora ! led'by thee . Nor let the morning's purple beam Bid lovely Phoebe flee away ; Yon forest ' s , love-befriending gloom
Defies the glaring dar-. s of day . There oft—for me the slave of love , With sacred lore the . God inspires—" There oft bold Mars with Beauty's Oueen To sport in am'rous guise , retires ; ~ And whileabsorbed in soft deliht
, g , Thev pass the blissful hours away ; Nor Vulcan's subtle-snare they fear , Nor fear the tell-tale God of" Day ; Quit , Phcebe ; quit thy frigid couch , ~ N » r Heaven ' s example alight prolans ! Quit , oh I quit a l .. nguid spouse , ~ To crown with bliss a- lover swain ;
ODE . WHAT means this din incessant air around ? Where ' er ! turn my eyes , Lo ! glittering-anus arise , And drums and trun . petsstun me with their
sound . Genius of- Commerce ! have thy sons . Burning with patriot zeal , Their pens for pistols chaiig'd . ? their yards for guns ? . The hall of feasting for the tented plain ? Tlie Alley ' s roar , the busy hum of Change , For wavlikeairs and martial musicstrangei '
For murd ' rous steel , Commissions SAveet , and fascinating gain ? Bid , bid the horrid preparations cease , And share th y golden throne ivith tianquil Peace . C . c c . -