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Article NEGRO GIRL. WRITTEN EXTEMPORE. Page 1 of 1 Article A MODERN SONNET. TO A HOT PYE. Page 1 of 1 Article TO ANNE. Page 1 of 1 Article TO THE SHADE OF ZIMMERMAN. Page 1 of 1 Article TO EUDORA. Page 1 of 1
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Negro Girl. Written Extempore.
NEGRO GIRL . WRITTEN EXTEMPORE .
POETRY
.TO MRS . . SPITE of roses , spile of lilies , Fare ' . vel , Chloe , fhrewcl , PbyUis—Come , thou nymph of subtle graces , Clasp me in thy ( lark embraces ; Ami while I taste the strange delight , I'll call thee dearest Queen of night—My Nvmph 1 my Proserpine !
My all thai ' s dismal and divine . Chloe may boast her artful rose , That on her cheek transplanted blows ; Thy ebon charms no art have known , Those subtle tints are all thy own . Let Phyllis too , exulting , show Her milky breast and limbs of snow ; Her limbs of ' snuw could never twina So nimblin the feal = s thine .
y Then come , my angel ofthe night , Oh , take—but first put out the light—For if perchance some curious spy Upon our mystic joys should pry , He'd swear ( you look so black and winning ) Some devil had fempted me to sinning .
A Modern Sonnet. To A Hot Pye.
A MODERN SONNET . TO A HOT PTE .
0 , THOU hot smoaking dish ! methinks I view , [ bright brown crust , My mind's eye piercing through ( hy Siveet luscious bits , viands of loveliest ( me ; And [ will fancy still , and still will trust That I am right . Yet I do pity thee , BY QJIIZICUS MUM .
Poor Pye ! upon m . - soul I d <> . Full sore Igrievc that thou art dooni'd to sate So many greedy maws . But reckless fate Will have her way , and thy rich season'd store [ Andsee , Must all be pour'd to glut the taste . — Sec how t he hacking weapo is drive amain , And , with relentless haste , lieu- theeto bits : An-, ! now the masticating powers assume their reign . [ wits ! u , mercy , Heaven ! or I shall lose my
To Anne.
TO ANNE .
TIY T . HARRAL . w 'he soft radiance of thy lustrous eve , Methinks I view , sweet babe , thy " future p worth : rophetic vision tells , the pensive sigh *' ull oft shall heave for thee ; for thee burst forth VOL . XI , 3
Tue wish , and every tender thought of love . Fair Innocent ! O may the piercing pang Of passion never wound ' thy feeling heart ; Nor e ' er of jealousy , or liaie , the fang , Corrode thy peaceful " breast ! Far , far above The reach of baneful envy may ' st thou soar , [ dart ! Or , arm'd by virtue , scorn her pointless May guardian spirits every blessing pour ! So shall each rumj year thy charms disclose , [ loveliest rose . As soft , as sweet , and fair , as summer's
To The Shade Of Zimmerman.
TO THE SHADE OF ZIMMERMAN .
fVfiLD spirit ofthe solitary hour ! [ lour , When o'er the phrenzied wretch wiidhorrors Thou well canst calm his care-periurbeei breast , [ rest . Thou well canst soothe his fever'd mind to Yes , Zimmerman ! thysoul-dissolving lyre , Like thy own Petrarch's , boasts seraphic BY THE SAME .
power : . [ . spire Thy strains , so passing sweet , can well in-The heart's pure joy ; Religion's holy fire . ! When thy fair daughter left these djrksome shades [ fades ; For happier realms , where beauty never When , " cold in death , thy inucb lov'd partner fell , And all absoib'd thy joys in misery ' s spell ; Fix'd in abetterho | , e , like some linn rock , Thou braved ' st the passing storm , nor sunk beneath the shock .
To Eudora.
TO EUDORA .
0 > LOVELIER than thefdirestsfarofeve ! Far sweeter than ihe scented breath of morn , [ borne ! Or fragrant gales on Mav ' s fresh bosom O why , angelic maiden ! must I grieve ? BY THE SAME .
W hy mourn the cruel si it-nce of my fair ? Say , if you Celt the pangs of absent woe , Orthew ., rm wisliesf ' rom the heart thai flow , Or the deep sighs he-av'd forth by tender care , j-tcar Would not thy beaming eve AKU the soft Of sympathetic love . ' Would not lhy heart , Kindly relenting , soothe my anxious fear , And to my throbbing bos-Jtn ease imparl ? ' 0 , yes ! the seraph smile th . it lumoi tfiv face [ benignant grace * ! Would shed its influence round , arid dar !
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Negro Girl. Written Extempore.
NEGRO GIRL . WRITTEN EXTEMPORE .
POETRY
.TO MRS . . SPITE of roses , spile of lilies , Fare ' . vel , Chloe , fhrewcl , PbyUis—Come , thou nymph of subtle graces , Clasp me in thy ( lark embraces ; Ami while I taste the strange delight , I'll call thee dearest Queen of night—My Nvmph 1 my Proserpine !
My all thai ' s dismal and divine . Chloe may boast her artful rose , That on her cheek transplanted blows ; Thy ebon charms no art have known , Those subtle tints are all thy own . Let Phyllis too , exulting , show Her milky breast and limbs of snow ; Her limbs of ' snuw could never twina So nimblin the feal = s thine .
y Then come , my angel ofthe night , Oh , take—but first put out the light—For if perchance some curious spy Upon our mystic joys should pry , He'd swear ( you look so black and winning ) Some devil had fempted me to sinning .
A Modern Sonnet. To A Hot Pye.
A MODERN SONNET . TO A HOT PTE .
0 , THOU hot smoaking dish ! methinks I view , [ bright brown crust , My mind's eye piercing through ( hy Siveet luscious bits , viands of loveliest ( me ; And [ will fancy still , and still will trust That I am right . Yet I do pity thee , BY QJIIZICUS MUM .
Poor Pye ! upon m . - soul I d <> . Full sore Igrievc that thou art dooni'd to sate So many greedy maws . But reckless fate Will have her way , and thy rich season'd store [ Andsee , Must all be pour'd to glut the taste . — Sec how t he hacking weapo is drive amain , And , with relentless haste , lieu- theeto bits : An-, ! now the masticating powers assume their reign . [ wits ! u , mercy , Heaven ! or I shall lose my
To Anne.
TO ANNE .
TIY T . HARRAL . w 'he soft radiance of thy lustrous eve , Methinks I view , sweet babe , thy " future p worth : rophetic vision tells , the pensive sigh *' ull oft shall heave for thee ; for thee burst forth VOL . XI , 3
Tue wish , and every tender thought of love . Fair Innocent ! O may the piercing pang Of passion never wound ' thy feeling heart ; Nor e ' er of jealousy , or liaie , the fang , Corrode thy peaceful " breast ! Far , far above The reach of baneful envy may ' st thou soar , [ dart ! Or , arm'd by virtue , scorn her pointless May guardian spirits every blessing pour ! So shall each rumj year thy charms disclose , [ loveliest rose . As soft , as sweet , and fair , as summer's
To The Shade Of Zimmerman.
TO THE SHADE OF ZIMMERMAN .
fVfiLD spirit ofthe solitary hour ! [ lour , When o'er the phrenzied wretch wiidhorrors Thou well canst calm his care-periurbeei breast , [ rest . Thou well canst soothe his fever'd mind to Yes , Zimmerman ! thysoul-dissolving lyre , Like thy own Petrarch's , boasts seraphic BY THE SAME .
power : . [ . spire Thy strains , so passing sweet , can well in-The heart's pure joy ; Religion's holy fire . ! When thy fair daughter left these djrksome shades [ fades ; For happier realms , where beauty never When , " cold in death , thy inucb lov'd partner fell , And all absoib'd thy joys in misery ' s spell ; Fix'd in abetterho | , e , like some linn rock , Thou braved ' st the passing storm , nor sunk beneath the shock .
To Eudora.
TO EUDORA .
0 > LOVELIER than thefdirestsfarofeve ! Far sweeter than ihe scented breath of morn , [ borne ! Or fragrant gales on Mav ' s fresh bosom O why , angelic maiden ! must I grieve ? BY THE SAME .
W hy mourn the cruel si it-nce of my fair ? Say , if you Celt the pangs of absent woe , Orthew ., rm wisliesf ' rom the heart thai flow , Or the deep sighs he-av'd forth by tender care , j-tcar Would not thy beaming eve AKU the soft Of sympathetic love . ' Would not lhy heart , Kindly relenting , soothe my anxious fear , And to my throbbing bos-Jtn ease imparl ? ' 0 , yes ! the seraph smile th . it lumoi tfiv face [ benignant grace * ! Would shed its influence round , arid dar !