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Poetry.
Love you must ; but tell me more , Can you view , and not adore ? Soon you'll feel the pleasing smart , Gently thrilling thro' your heart . While the sweet infection flies , Swift as light'ning , from her eyes , Mixing anguish with your joy
, She shall ail your thoughts employ . Eager to promote your bliss , You shall long to snatch a kiss , Snatch a kiss , and something still , All your wishes to fulfil . While you biess the gentle flame ,
Pieas'd you'll own , the passion came Nor of ocean , earth , or air , But of Beauty ' s queen the Fair . Edinburgh . FtoBio .
Winter, An Ode.
WINTER , AN ODE .
NO more the Morn , with tepid rays , Unfolds the flow ' rs of various hue , Noon spreads no more the genial blaze , NOr gentle Eve distils the dew : The ling ' ring hours prolong the night , Usurping Darkness shares the day ,
Her mists restrain the force of light , And Phoebus holds a doubtful sway : By gloomy twili ght half-reveal'd , With sighs we view the hoary hill , The leafless wood , the naked field , The snow-topt cot , the frozen rill . No music warbles thro' the grove ,
No vivid colours paint the plain , No more with devious steps I rove Thro' verdant paths now sought in vain ! Aloud the driving tempest roars , Congeal'd , impetuous show ' rs descend , Haste , close the window , bar the do . ors , Fate leaves me Stella , and ¦• . friend .
In Nature ' s aid let Art supply With light and heat , my little sphere ; Rouse , rouse the fire , and pile it high , Light up a constellation here . Let Music sound , the voice ofjoy ! Or Mirth repeat the jocund tale ; Let Love his wanton wiles employ , And o ' er the season wine prevail .
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Poetry.
Love you must ; but tell me more , Can you view , and not adore ? Soon you'll feel the pleasing smart , Gently thrilling thro' your heart . While the sweet infection flies , Swift as light'ning , from her eyes , Mixing anguish with your joy
, She shall ail your thoughts employ . Eager to promote your bliss , You shall long to snatch a kiss , Snatch a kiss , and something still , All your wishes to fulfil . While you biess the gentle flame ,
Pieas'd you'll own , the passion came Nor of ocean , earth , or air , But of Beauty ' s queen the Fair . Edinburgh . FtoBio .
Winter, An Ode.
WINTER , AN ODE .
NO more the Morn , with tepid rays , Unfolds the flow ' rs of various hue , Noon spreads no more the genial blaze , NOr gentle Eve distils the dew : The ling ' ring hours prolong the night , Usurping Darkness shares the day ,
Her mists restrain the force of light , And Phoebus holds a doubtful sway : By gloomy twili ght half-reveal'd , With sighs we view the hoary hill , The leafless wood , the naked field , The snow-topt cot , the frozen rill . No music warbles thro' the grove ,
No vivid colours paint the plain , No more with devious steps I rove Thro' verdant paths now sought in vain ! Aloud the driving tempest roars , Congeal'd , impetuous show ' rs descend , Haste , close the window , bar the do . ors , Fate leaves me Stella , and ¦• . friend .
In Nature ' s aid let Art supply With light and heat , my little sphere ; Rouse , rouse the fire , and pile it high , Light up a constellation here . Let Music sound , the voice ofjoy ! Or Mirth repeat the jocund tale ; Let Love his wanton wiles employ , And o ' er the season wine prevail .