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Stars quite tir'd with pastimes Olympical,
Stars and Planets which beautifully shone, Could no longer endure that men only shall Swim in pleasure, and they but look on;
Round about horned
Lucina they swarmed,
Each God and Goddess,
To take human bodies,
While pale Proserpina sat in her place,
By her example,
Their father to trample, The earth old and ample, they soon leave the air;
Neptune the water,
And wine Liber Pater,
Borrow'd of the Muses with kisses and pray’rs;
Postillion of the sky,
While tuneful Apollo
The kennel did follow,
Rou'd Echo, new manhcod did tale;
Thore vas club-foorcd
Proud Pallas pouted,
Loud folus shontext,
Hymen ustiers tlie Lady Astræa,
The jest took hold of Latona the cold; Ceres the brown, with bright Cytherea; Thetis the wanton, Bellona the bold;
With witty Pandora
But Juno was stated
Too high to be mated,
The Troy-born boy presents on his knee;
I piped and mused,
Till the house of Jove
Like the spheres did move:
ADOWN, ADOWN, ADOWN in the VALLEY. DID you ne'er hcar a tale, how a youth in a Vale
Ask'd a Damsel to grant him a kiss ; How the silly maid reply'd, No! it must be deny’d,
But all the while wish'd to say yes. Yet when on her pillow, she sigh'd for the willow, Where Edward first saw pretty Sally; But rather in truth, she sigh'd for the youth
All adown, adown, adown in the Valley. Have you ne'er heard it said, when he ask'd hier
to wed, And told her true love prompted so, How the silly maid spoke, to be sure 'twas in joke, For she answer'd him "Shepherd no, no!
Yet when on her &c. F
But ah, now you shall find, low this maid chang'd
her mind Whep a twelvemonth had pass'd after this; For when he next press’d at the Church to be
bless'd, She answer'd him “Shepherd, yes, yes!" No more on her pillow, she sigh'd for the willow,
Where Edward first saw pretty Sally; But bless'd the fond day, they to Church flew away,
All adown, adown, adown in the Valley,
THE EXILE OF ERIN. THERE came to the beach a poor Exile of Erin,
The dew on his robe it was heavy and chill, For his country he sigh’d, when at twilight repaire
ing, To wander alone by the wind-beaten hill; But the day-star attracted his eye's sad devotion, For it rose on his own native isle of the ocean, Where once in the flow of his youthful emotion,
He sung the bold anthem of Erin go Bragh! 60, sad is my fate," said the heart broken stran.
ger, “ The wild deer and wolf to a covert can flee, But I have no refuge from famine and danger;
A home and a country-remain not for me! Ah, never again in the green shady bowers, Where my forefathers liv'd shall I spend the sweet
hours, Or cover my harp with the wild-woven Aowers,
And strike the sweet numbers of Erin go Bragh. "Oh, Erin,, my country, tho' sad and forsaken,
In dreams I revisit thy sea-beaten shore; But, alas, in a far foreign land I awaken,
And sigh for the friends who can meet me ne And thou, cruel Fate, wilt thou never replace me In a mansion of peace, where no peril can chace
me ? Ah! never again shall my brothers embrace me!
They died to defend me, or live to deplore. “Where now is my cabin-door, so fast by the wild
wood, Sisters and sire, did ye weep for its fall! Where is the mother that look'd on my childhood ?.
And where is my bosom friend, dearer than alle Ah! my sad soul, long abandon'd by pleasure, Why did it doat on a fast fading treasure? Tears, like the rain, may fall without measure,
But rapture and beauty they cannot recal. “ But yet all its fond recollections suppressing,
One dying wish my fond bosom shall draw, Erin, an Exile bequeaths thee his blessing,
Land of my forefathers-Erin go Bragh!
ELLEN OF WINDERMERE.
IN Windermere Vale a Rose there once fiourish'a,
Remote from the world, its frowns and its wiles; By Nature's soft hand fair Ellen was nourish’d, And happy that Swain who was blest with her
Sweet peace and contentment encircled this Maid,
Her passions were pure and her mind was at rest, By parents ador’d, and by swains homage paid, More than Ellen of Windermere sure none were
blest. But oh, what a beauty, &c. A villain at length, did poor Ellen assail,
He whisper'd soft tales in the ear of this maid, And she who once flourish'd in Windermeie vales By soul villany fell, asham'd and dismay’d.
Then why envy beauty! what can beauty avail!
SANDY AND JENNY.
When Peggy you kiss'd t'other day on the plain: