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My thoughts could bear no more, the vision fled,
And wretched Zara view'd her lonely bed.
Come, sweet interpreter, and ease my soul ;
Come to my bofom, and explain the whole.
Alas, my prince !-yet hold, my struggling breast ;
Sure we shall meet again, again be bless’d.

Hope all,' thou fay'ft, ' I live, and still am free ;'
O then prevent those hopes, and haste to me !
Ease all the doubts thy Zara's bofom knows,
And kindly stop the torrent of her woes.

But, that I know too well thy gen'rous heart,
One doubt, than all, more torment would impart :
'Tis this. In Britain's happy courts to shine,
Amidst a thousand blooming maids, is thine :
But thou a thousand blooming maids among,
Art ftill thyself, incapable of wrong;
No outward charm can captivate thy mind,
Thy love is friendship heighten'd and refin'd;
Tis what my soul, and not my form inspires,
And burns with spotless and immortal fires.
Thy joys, like mine, from conscious truth arise,
And, known these joys, what others canst thou prize ?
Be jealous doubts the curse of fordid minds;
Hence, jealous doubts, I give ye to the winds !

Once more, O come! and snatch me to thy arms !
Come, shield my beating heart from vain alarms !
Come, let me hang enamour'd on thy breaft,
Weep pleasing tears, and be with joy distress'd !
Let me still hear, and still demand thy tale,
And, oft renew'd, still let my fuit prevail !
Much still remains to tell and to enquire,
My hand still writes, and writing prompts defire ;
My pen denies my lait farewel to write,
Still, still Return,' my wishful thoughts indite:
O hear, my prince, thy love,' thy mistress call,
Think o'er each tender name, and hear by all!

O pleasing

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O pleasing intercourse of foul with foul !
Thus, while I write, I see, I clasp thee whole ;
And these kind letters trembling Zara drew,
In eveny line shall bring her to thy view.
Return, return! in love and truth excel ;
Return! I write ; I cannot add-Farewel !

ON

MR. NASH'S PICTURE

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AT FULL LENGTH, BETWEEN THE BUSTS OF SIR ISAAC

NEWTON AND MR. POPE, AT BATH.

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BY MR. JERNINGHAM,
ARMODIUS breath'd the rural air, nor found
His ruddy

years

decrease : By duty prompted, Amabella crown'd His silver forehead with the wreath of

peace :

HARisroddy health with length of years decrease :

By partial Nature fram'd in Beauty's mould,

Adorn’d with every grace, unspoil'd by art, To Friendship's circle still did she unfold

The lovelier beauties of a feeling heart,

Endear'd to all Me met, each welcome day,

By Fortune's hand, with various blessings fraught : When, lo! her gaiety's accustom'd ray

Was quench'd, untimely, with the gloom of thought,

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• The subject of this poem is founded on a circumstance that happened dusing the late war. A young lady, not meeting with the concurrence of her relations in favour of an officer for whom she expressed her regard, was prevailed upon, by his solicitations, to consent to a clandestine marriage, which took place on the day he set out to join his regiment abroad, where he was unfortunately killed in an engagement.

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What fix'd the bosom-thorn, affli&tion knows,

Where Peace fat brooding as the gentle dove; What blasted on her cheek the summer rose,

Or flow disease, or unsuccessful love,

Remain'd unknown. 'Twas by the many guess’d,

That love to her soft vows had prov'd unkind i Beyond the power of her weak frame oppress’d,

Insanity o'erthrew her lovely mind.

At length recovering, yet to grief devote,

To solitude the gave th’ unsocial day; Like a pale vot'ry from the world remote,

Unchear'd, unvisited of Pleasure's ray.

Oft did Harmodius (at her state dismay'd)

Solicit from his child her secret pain :
Her vague reply still from his question stray'd,

And each repeated effort proy'd in vain.

To speed the moments of the loitering hour,

And by their plaintive strains perchance allurid, Within a spacious myrtie-woven bower,

Two turtle doves the pensive fair secur’d.

Ye little captives,' would the often say,

'Tho' here fecluded from the fields of air, • Thro' yonder vernal grove forbid to stray,

And join the kindred train that wanton there;

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you gunner never lifts his arm, « Nor o'er this mansion does the falcon fail ; • You live unconscious of the storm's alarm,

• The rain impetuous, and the beating hail.

• Nor

• Nor here, by kind Compaffion unimpress'd,

The school-boy ever rears his impious hand, " To fill with agony the feather'd breast,

• And raze the little domes that love had plann'd,"

Their harmless joys disease too soon effac'd :

One fatal morn, her Turturella's mate
She found, with flagging wing subdu'd, oppressid,

And juft, juft sinking at the blow of Fate :

While down her cheek Compassion's shower distillid,

She gently rais’d it to her anxious breast;
But Death's cold blaft life's crimson current chill'd,

And thus the fair her breathless bird address'd :

Ill-fated tartle, round whose peaceful bower
: The jocund loves fo lately wont to play ;
How funk, alas ! in youth's exulting hour;
? To fell disease, to death th' untimely prey !

How silent is the voice, which, void of art,

? Along the tender day was heard to coo! ! How still, how frozen is the constant heart,

• Which to it's dear companion beat so true!

That dear companion, that now widow'd dove,

• To screen from every harm be mine the care; • And while she mourns her ne’er-reviving love,

• Her grief to me the mourner will endear :

į Like thee, a widow too, condemn’d to mourn ;

• No more to me does life unfold it's charms!
Death, death forbids him ever to return !'
She said and funk into th' attendant's arms.

Her,

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