TO MARIA. BY MR. P. L. COURTIER. ADIEU, Maria! we must part; Alas! that all which life supplies, And time, to shew those hopes were vain. १ REMONSTRANCE TO WINTER. AH! why, unfeeling Winter, why Spring, the young cherubim of love, Flits o'er the scene, like Noah's dove, When on the mountain's azure peak, Alights her fairy form, Cold blow the winds,-and dark and bleak, Around her rolls the storm. If to the valley she repair, For shelter and defence, Thy wrath pursues the mourner there, And drives her, weeping, thence. She seeks the brook-the faithless brook, Of her unmindful grown, Feels the chill magic of thy look, And lingers into stone. She wooes her embryo-flowers, in vain, -Deaf to her voice, her flowers remain In vain she bids the trees expand Her favourite birds, in feeble notes, And strain their little stammering throats, To charm thy rage away. Ah! why, usurping Winter, why ALCEUS. CANZONET. IMITATED FROM THE FRENCH OF CHARLEVAL. RECLINED on beds of fragrant flowers, And hear the simple woodland song! So sweet this spot, where comes no care, Most gladly for one kiss of thine. R. A. D. THE SIGH. ADDRESSED TO A YOUNG LADY, ON HER INTRODUCTION INTO HIGH LIFE. BY MR. MAUNDE. ON Pleasure's gladsome wing repair Let Fancy's magic power awhile |