THE REPLY. BY M. LE DUC DE NIVERNOIS. Quoi vous parlez de cheveux blancs, &c. NAY, tell me not that Time has strewn For tender hearts can fear no wrong— The Graces are of every age. And oh, Themira dear! for me Whilst Love with soft and dove-like wing Fans the fond flame illumed by thee, My heart enjoys one ceaseless spring. Though life were new, and I were younger, And youth shone sparkling on my brow, Dearest, though I might love you longer, I could not love you more than now! TO SOPHIA. WITH A ROSE-BUD. Cette rose dans son bouton, &c. THIS rose-bud is an emblem of thy youth, |