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Elegiac Stanzas.
E ' en as a meteor shines with splendour bright , Illumes the world and darkness turns to day , Resplendent shines , then sinks in shades of night , So swift this beauteous vision past away . "Would the sad sound had never reach'd mine ear , Had the dire tale as yetremain'd untold , Which urges oft the sympathetic tear , Oft bids me mourn , and oft my grief unfold .
And wherefore cease—was she not all that ' s gay , All young and blooming as the roseate morn ? How soon her morn of life to fleet away , ,. How soon to pass , ah , never to return ! Ye young , ye old , ye serious , and ye gay , Whom wealth , or rank , or sense , or beauty grace , Whoe ' er attentive shall peruse my lay , Lament the shortness of this earthly race :
Your course , like hers , may , ah I too soon , be o ' er , You each , alas ! may find an early grave ; Then join with me her exit to deplore , Whom each perfection vainly strove to save : Ye who to her in ties of kindred bound , Now inconsolable her loss bemoan , Whose grief , alas ! too doleful must resound , Since this bright source of ev ' ry pleasure ' s flown .
With you sincere I'd join her loss to mourn , In sorrowing grief to pass the joyless hours , My tears to mingle o ' er her silent urn , Or strew her virgin grave with spotless flow ' rs . And thou , dear sainted maid , if souls like thine , To boundless realms of endless bliss consign'd , E ' er look compassionate with eye benign , On the frail deeds and sufferings of mankind :
May thy departed shade with pleasure view , As here thou wast belov'd , admir'd by all , Thy earthly friends , the once proud theme renew , And mourn sincerely thy lamented fall .
Sonnet To Delia.
SONNET TO DELIA .
BY DR . PERFECT . . HOW climbs the brighthop on . the pole ! In the garden how sweetly appears ! Ah , why does my Delia condole ? Review the exotic with tears I Must its flow ' ry festoons soon decay ,
The prey of a boisterous band ! Sink , wither , and vanish away , Beneath Depredation ' s foul hand . Suspend your concern , my dear maid , Those silver-like blossoms shall die . Shall perish and presently fade , No longer enamour the eye ; . But thy blossoms of virtue no hand can annoy , No season depreciate , and death not destroy .
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Elegiac Stanzas.
E ' en as a meteor shines with splendour bright , Illumes the world and darkness turns to day , Resplendent shines , then sinks in shades of night , So swift this beauteous vision past away . "Would the sad sound had never reach'd mine ear , Had the dire tale as yetremain'd untold , Which urges oft the sympathetic tear , Oft bids me mourn , and oft my grief unfold .
And wherefore cease—was she not all that ' s gay , All young and blooming as the roseate morn ? How soon her morn of life to fleet away , ,. How soon to pass , ah , never to return ! Ye young , ye old , ye serious , and ye gay , Whom wealth , or rank , or sense , or beauty grace , Whoe ' er attentive shall peruse my lay , Lament the shortness of this earthly race :
Your course , like hers , may , ah I too soon , be o ' er , You each , alas ! may find an early grave ; Then join with me her exit to deplore , Whom each perfection vainly strove to save : Ye who to her in ties of kindred bound , Now inconsolable her loss bemoan , Whose grief , alas ! too doleful must resound , Since this bright source of ev ' ry pleasure ' s flown .
With you sincere I'd join her loss to mourn , In sorrowing grief to pass the joyless hours , My tears to mingle o ' er her silent urn , Or strew her virgin grave with spotless flow ' rs . And thou , dear sainted maid , if souls like thine , To boundless realms of endless bliss consign'd , E ' er look compassionate with eye benign , On the frail deeds and sufferings of mankind :
May thy departed shade with pleasure view , As here thou wast belov'd , admir'd by all , Thy earthly friends , the once proud theme renew , And mourn sincerely thy lamented fall .
Sonnet To Delia.
SONNET TO DELIA .
BY DR . PERFECT . . HOW climbs the brighthop on . the pole ! In the garden how sweetly appears ! Ah , why does my Delia condole ? Review the exotic with tears I Must its flow ' ry festoons soon decay ,
The prey of a boisterous band ! Sink , wither , and vanish away , Beneath Depredation ' s foul hand . Suspend your concern , my dear maid , Those silver-like blossoms shall die . Shall perish and presently fade , No longer enamour the eye ; . But thy blossoms of virtue no hand can annoy , No season depreciate , and death not destroy .