From lips that spoil the ruby's praise, The blushing cheek speaks modest mind; Why thus, my love, so kind bespeak O Venus! take thy gifts again : Make not so fair to cause our moan, Or make a heart that's like our own. * SIR J. HARRINGTON. This piece, the product of the age of Elizabeth or James I, has undergone no other alteration in reprinting,than putting it into modern spelling. It is a specimen of the elegant simplicity which characterized that age of English poetry, and which was nearly lost in the succeeding age. THE Graces and the wandering Loves To chase the fawns, or in deep groves With their bright mistress there they stray, Who turns her careless eyes From daily triumphs; yet, each day, But see! implored by moving prayers, And brings the fair again. Proud mortals, who this maid pursue, Think you, she 'll e'er resign? Till she grows flesh and blood, like you; ROUND ROUND Love's elysian bowers Round Love's deserted bowers Tremendous rocks arise; And Pleasure's waning moon goes down Then, youth, thou fond believer, Who trusts the dear deceiver Will surely be undone : When Beauty triumphs, ah! beware: MONTGOMERY. TO CUPID. CHILD, with many a childish wile, Who is he whose flinty heart Hath not felt the flying dart? Who is he that from the wound Curse and blessing on thy head ? * JOANNA BAILLIE. * In the tragedy of "Basil." A SIGH. A SIGH. GENTLE air, thou breath of lovers, Softest note of whisper'd anguish, Striking, while thou seem'st to languish, Safest messenger of passion, Stealing thro' a cloud of spies, Which constrain the outward fashion, Close the lips, and guard the eyes: Shapeless sigh, we ne'er can show thee, Yet ere to their cost they know thee, |