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Louisa's lips in kisses meet,
To charm the gaze of man;
All blent in mistress Anne.
ODE TO THE EVENING STAR.
Bright eye of pensive eve! resplendent orb
Like a rich gem
Thy lamp serene my now benighted steps Directs, to that blest spot where dwells my fair,
Twin rivals who can boast
More pure, more bright than thee. .' For not thy lovely sight, that kindly cheers * The sullen frown of unpropitious night,
Is half so sweet as truth,
That beams in beauty's eyes.
Where they had slept the day,
To dance thy rays beneath,
That leads from scenes of care
ORIGINAL POETRY-FOR THE PORT FOLIO.
Come Inspiration from thy hermit seat
List to the maniac's moan,
Who strangely mutters in his lonely cell,
In accents broken by the frequent groan!
In frenzied rage-or calm, by fits, And oft with fix'd and ideot stare,
Now lit by maniac ecstasy,
Once o'er that face, the smile of gladness p
Once was that form in every charm array'd, And once upon that forehead shone
The lightning rays which play round Reason's throne Still to my view, remembrance faithful gives The friend I early lov'd, in mind unchanged,
Still in fond memory, B- unaltered lives: From intellect-yet not from me estranged. 2.
0! when I view that wreck of talents fair, ; That faded form, untenanted by thought .
By sorrow crazed, I'd quit my happier lot,
Yet for my friend, they bid me not to mourn,
And vainly are the seeds of misery sown, They ne'er can sprout to view, till Reason's sun return..
O! my lost friend, that for a single hour,
The madd’ning fiends would cease t exert their power That softly resting 'gainst my heart,
The balm of friendship might allay the smart VOL. VII.
For thine, each wintry waste, each lonely wild; .
When wintry snows conceal fair Nature's charms,
To thee, the warrior bows, as bold he fies
'Tis she, sweet maid, who charms the lover's eyes,