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That part's enough of beauty's type
To warm an honest fellow;
Then who'd be grave, &c.
With scarce a port to hide in : It may be so with pride or care,
That's not the sea I ride in: Here floats my soul in fancy's eye,
Here realms of bliss discover, Bright worlds, that fair in prospect lie; To him that's half seas over.
Then who'd be grave, &c.
What light can dispel the gloom ?
What charın can refresh his plume? 'Tis Woman, whose sweetness beameth
O'er all that we feel or see;
Too dearly the meed they gain;
Too often they die in vain. Give kingdoms to those who choose 'em,
This world can offer to me No throne like Beauty's bosom, No freedom like serving thee, Oh, Woman!
ope, Lord Gregory, thy door! A midnight wanderer sighs; Hard rush the rains, the tenipests roar,
And lightnings cleave the skies.
A pilgrim of the gloom?
My cot shall yield her room.
That once was priz'd by thee:
Thou gav'st to love and me. But should'st thou not poor Marian know,
I'll turn my feet and part: And think the storms that round me blow,
Far kinder than thy heart.
STREPHON AND LYDIA. ALL lovely on the sultry, beach,
Expiring Strephon lay, No hand the cordial draught to reach,
Nor chear the gloomy way.
To catch thy fleeting breath,
Or smooth the face of death.
Thy parents sit at ease,
And all the spring to please.
Ill fated youth! by fault of friend,
Not force of foe, depress’d,
Thy country, unredress' ! *
THE NEGRO GIRL. Yon poor Negro girl, an exotic plant,
Was torn from her dear native soil, Reluctantly borne o'er the raging Atlant', And brought to Britannia's
Poor Fatima still must deplore:
And sighs for her dear native shore.
Who from childhood was loving and true,
'Twas a sad everlasting adieu :
In an interleaved copy of Johnson's Musical Museum, now in the possession of Miss Eliza Bayley of Manchester, the folluwing account of the above song is given, in the hand-writing of ROBERT BURNS.-" The Strephon and Lydia, mentioned in this song, were perhaps the loveliest couple of their time. The genteman was commonly known by the name of Beau Gibson. The
was the “Gentle Jean,” celebrated in Mr. Hamilton of Bangour's poems. Having frequently met at public places, they had formed a reciprocal attachment, which their friends thought
as their resources were by no means adequate to their tastes and habits of life. To elude the bad consequences of such a connexion, Strephon was sent abroad with a commission, and perished in Admiral Vernon's expedition to Carthagena."
The shell-woven gift which he bound round her arm,
The rude seamen unfeelingly tore,
When far from her dear native shore.
And now, all dejected, she wanders apart,
No friend, save retirement, she seeks;
And tears dew her thin sable cheeks;
Life's pleasures to her are all o'er,
To revisit her dear native shore.
THE LARK FROM EARTH DELIGHTED SPRINGS.
The lark from earth delighted springs,
And sings of love with dawning day;
Beneath the moon's pale silver ray.
The sun-flow'r courts his passing beam;
And willows kiss the gliding stream.
And ev'ry sound that wakes the grove;
And ev'ry zephyr whispers love.
Then let us use the golden hour,
Ere fate the fairy scene dispels;
The heart no more with rapture swellom
THE RETURN OF SPRING.
Come, join with me, ye rural swains,
With all his rueful store:
Extends the mighty roar.
Thick thro' the black’ning sky, Till o'er each hill and sullen vale, A universal white prevail, And deep beneath the snowy veil,
The sad creation lie.
The hoary tyrant now has fled,
An all-enliv’ning train.
Blythe whistling o'er the lawn. The stately grove and thick’ning wood, That winter's furious blasts withstood, Unfold the verdant leafy brood,
High waving in the air; While o'er the mountain's grassy steep, Are heard the tender bleating sheep, Around the wanton lambkins leap,
At once their joy and care.