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Irregular Ode To Evening.
IRREGULAR ODE TO EVENING .
MILDEST of hours that mark the passing day , To thee , soft Eve , I pour my simple lay ; Tir'd with the busy croud ' s tumultuous noise , With thee I hope to find serener joys . I joy to roam beneath thy gentle reign , Pensive to wander o ' er the lengthen'd plain , And listen to the warbling linnet's note ;
Or if a higher aim my thoughts engage , I love to trace the philosophic page , Whilst o ' er my head thy softest shadows-float . Is there a breast that feels great nature ' s charms ? I ween that breast will court thy friendly shade . Is there a soul whom mad ambition warms ? I ween he loves not thee , meek placid maid .
'This shall rejoice beneath the fervid beam , When Phoebus darts his fierce meridian ray , Shall court with joy each violent extreme , And love to bustle ' mid the gawdy day . That shall with rapture mark the silent hour , ' < When shadowy forms begin to fill the vale ; When modest twilight sheds her gentle pow'r , And droops her beauteous head the primrose pate .
Then , when the west a blushing tint displays , And the rude mountain ' s top reflects the blaze , Give me to wander in the conscious grove , Which oft has listen'd to the tender tale , While many a warbler heard along the vale , Has sung responsive to the voice of love . With thee , AMANDA , in youth ' s early dawn , Now only to be thought on with a tear
, How oft at Eve , from busy life withdrawn , My only bliss has been to meet thee here ; Where , heedless of the world's insidious scorn , Saunt ' ring we courted many a long delay ; The devious path , the tangled brake , the thorn , And many a joyful hind'rance cross'dour way . Ah I blessed daysthat nowfor ever flown
, , , Can only sharpen mem ' ry ' s anxious pain , Why are ye , happy hours , so quickly gone ? Ah , will ye never , never come again ? ¦ Sunderland . ¦ I . T . R .
Elegiac Stanzas.
ELEGIAC STANZAS .
Occasioned by the Death of Miss E R W E , of N V , in the Ctunty tf D R , in the nventy-second Year of her Age . CEASE , cease fond heart , indulge not grief so vainy Nor thus lament what ne ' er can be restor'd ; A fruitless sorrow wherefore still retain , Which but augments the ill so much deplor'd .
Then cease to mourn , the vain complaint giveo ' er Censure not fate , severe tho' her decree ; Since that lamented maid exists no more , Admir'd , belov'd , by al ) the world and me ,
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Irregular Ode To Evening.
IRREGULAR ODE TO EVENING .
MILDEST of hours that mark the passing day , To thee , soft Eve , I pour my simple lay ; Tir'd with the busy croud ' s tumultuous noise , With thee I hope to find serener joys . I joy to roam beneath thy gentle reign , Pensive to wander o ' er the lengthen'd plain , And listen to the warbling linnet's note ;
Or if a higher aim my thoughts engage , I love to trace the philosophic page , Whilst o ' er my head thy softest shadows-float . Is there a breast that feels great nature ' s charms ? I ween that breast will court thy friendly shade . Is there a soul whom mad ambition warms ? I ween he loves not thee , meek placid maid .
'This shall rejoice beneath the fervid beam , When Phoebus darts his fierce meridian ray , Shall court with joy each violent extreme , And love to bustle ' mid the gawdy day . That shall with rapture mark the silent hour , ' < When shadowy forms begin to fill the vale ; When modest twilight sheds her gentle pow'r , And droops her beauteous head the primrose pate .
Then , when the west a blushing tint displays , And the rude mountain ' s top reflects the blaze , Give me to wander in the conscious grove , Which oft has listen'd to the tender tale , While many a warbler heard along the vale , Has sung responsive to the voice of love . With thee , AMANDA , in youth ' s early dawn , Now only to be thought on with a tear
, How oft at Eve , from busy life withdrawn , My only bliss has been to meet thee here ; Where , heedless of the world's insidious scorn , Saunt ' ring we courted many a long delay ; The devious path , the tangled brake , the thorn , And many a joyful hind'rance cross'dour way . Ah I blessed daysthat nowfor ever flown
, , , Can only sharpen mem ' ry ' s anxious pain , Why are ye , happy hours , so quickly gone ? Ah , will ye never , never come again ? ¦ Sunderland . ¦ I . T . R .
Elegiac Stanzas.
ELEGIAC STANZAS .
Occasioned by the Death of Miss E R W E , of N V , in the Ctunty tf D R , in the nventy-second Year of her Age . CEASE , cease fond heart , indulge not grief so vainy Nor thus lament what ne ' er can be restor'd ; A fruitless sorrow wherefore still retain , Which but augments the ill so much deplor'd .
Then cease to mourn , the vain complaint giveo ' er Censure not fate , severe tho' her decree ; Since that lamented maid exists no more , Admir'd , belov'd , by al ) the world and me ,