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The Freemasons' Magazine, To A Married Lady* On Her Birth-Day,
THE FREEMASONS' MAGAZINE , TO A MARRIED LADY * ON HER BIRTH-DAY ,
OCT . 17 , 1794 . BY T . P .
HOW oft with fond impassion'd lay , Inviting blessings from above , Has youth and beauty ' s natal day Been welcom'd by delighted love ! Though youth and beauty are thine own . Ah ! let not these thy thought employ j For youth , alas ! we all have known . And but !
beauty ' s a poet's toy Youth , like a merry ev ' ning ' s hour , Soon passes , gladsome , thoughtless , light . ; And beauty is a passion-flow ' r , Closing for ever ere 'tis night ! O mourn them not ! though short their race ; Love's influence is sooner gone !
Love , like the Zephyr o'er the grass , Sighs , and , while sighing , passes on ! The virtues of a married stale More constant and more , worthy are ; Affection for a polish'd mate , And fondness for thy prattling pair . The smile to all around
friendly , ¦ Shall fix this day in mem ' ry ' s store , And bid the song of welcome sound , When youth and beauty are no more . * Mrs . JEMIMA JONES .
Elegy To The Island Of Jamaica.
ELEGY TO THE ISLAND OF JAMAICA .
AH , WESTERN BEAUTY ! what are all thy charms . Thy tropic suns , thy richly varied vales ' ; Thy sea , that zones thee with his lucid arms , And gives thy' ev ' ning all his softest gales ? Thy moon's broad orb — thy vapourTvested night , When FANCY mask ' s thy ' scenes in wond ' rous trance ! Paints in the rolling fog her novel sight ,. And throws enchanted pictures o'er the glance ?
Thy lamarind shades — thy bamboo groves , Thy rich pimento's aromatic breeze ; Thy tall green turf where sober ground-doves rove . Thy rough rock ' s head that waves his crest of trees ' ? Thy tiny humming-bird of emerald plume , That broods her pearly eggs with fondling grief , Hangs the nice nest beneath some small bough ' s gloom , And roofs her elfin dwelling with a leaf ?
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The Freemasons' Magazine, To A Married Lady* On Her Birth-Day,
THE FREEMASONS' MAGAZINE , TO A MARRIED LADY * ON HER BIRTH-DAY ,
OCT . 17 , 1794 . BY T . P .
HOW oft with fond impassion'd lay , Inviting blessings from above , Has youth and beauty ' s natal day Been welcom'd by delighted love ! Though youth and beauty are thine own . Ah ! let not these thy thought employ j For youth , alas ! we all have known . And but !
beauty ' s a poet's toy Youth , like a merry ev ' ning ' s hour , Soon passes , gladsome , thoughtless , light . ; And beauty is a passion-flow ' r , Closing for ever ere 'tis night ! O mourn them not ! though short their race ; Love's influence is sooner gone !
Love , like the Zephyr o'er the grass , Sighs , and , while sighing , passes on ! The virtues of a married stale More constant and more , worthy are ; Affection for a polish'd mate , And fondness for thy prattling pair . The smile to all around
friendly , ¦ Shall fix this day in mem ' ry ' s store , And bid the song of welcome sound , When youth and beauty are no more . * Mrs . JEMIMA JONES .
Elegy To The Island Of Jamaica.
ELEGY TO THE ISLAND OF JAMAICA .
AH , WESTERN BEAUTY ! what are all thy charms . Thy tropic suns , thy richly varied vales ' ; Thy sea , that zones thee with his lucid arms , And gives thy' ev ' ning all his softest gales ? Thy moon's broad orb — thy vapourTvested night , When FANCY mask ' s thy ' scenes in wond ' rous trance ! Paints in the rolling fog her novel sight ,. And throws enchanted pictures o'er the glance ?
Thy lamarind shades — thy bamboo groves , Thy rich pimento's aromatic breeze ; Thy tall green turf where sober ground-doves rove . Thy rough rock ' s head that waves his crest of trees ' ? Thy tiny humming-bird of emerald plume , That broods her pearly eggs with fondling grief , Hangs the nice nest beneath some small bough ' s gloom , And roofs her elfin dwelling with a leaf ?