Now Midnight spreads her sable vest
With starry rays light tissued o'er;
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WHEN from the craggy mountain's pathless steep,
Whose flinty brow hangs o'er the raging sea,
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[As a Tribute of Esteem and Admiration this Poem is inscribed to ROBERT MERRY, Esq. A. M. Member of the Royal Academy at Florence, and Author of the Laurel of L
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Ah! wherefore by the Church-yard side,
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SLOW the limpid currents twining,
Brawl along the lonely dell,
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[Inscribed to Her Grace the Duchess of Devonshire.]
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'Twas in a little western town
An ancient Maiden dwelt:
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O FLY thee from the shades of night,
Where the loud tempests yelling rise;
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By the side of the brook, where the willow is waving
Why sits the wan Youth, in his wedding-suit gay!
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THE knell of death, that on the twilight gale,
Swells its deep murmur to the pensive ear;
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DEAR SHADE OF HIM, who grac'd the mimick scene,
And charm'd attention with resistless pow'r;
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NEAR yon bleak mountain's dizzy height,
That hangs o'er AVON's silent wave;
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"With female Fairies will thy tomb be haunted
"And worms will not come to thee." SHAKSPERE.
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A form, as any taper, fine ;
A head like half-pint bason ;
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A FORM, as any taper, fine ; A head like half-pint bason ;
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Where freezing wastes of dazzl'ing Snow
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PAVEMENT slipp'ry, people sneezing, Lords in ermine, beggars freezing ;
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"WHEN will my troubled soul have rest?"
The beauteous LEWIN cried;
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"What is this world?thy school, O misery!
"Our only lesson is to learn to suffer."
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WHERE on the bosom of the foamy RHINE,
In curling waves the rapid waters shine;
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BEAUTY, the attribute of Heaven!
In various forms to mortals given,
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THOU art no more my bosom's FRIEND;
Here must the sweet delusion end,
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"Fate snatch'd him early to the pitying sky."
- POPE.
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FLOW soft RIVER, gently stray,
Still a silent waving tide
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SWIFT o'er the bounding deep the VESSEL glides,
Its streamers flutt'ring in the summer gales,
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Who has not waked to list the busy sounds
Of summer's morning, in the sultry smoke
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Crops like hedgehogs, high-crown'd hats,
Whispers like Jew MOSES ;
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Old MISTRESS GURTON had a Cat,
A Tabby, loveliest of the race,
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Chill penury repress'd his noble rage,
And froze the genial current of his soul.
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O'ER fallow plains and fertile meads,
AURORA lifts the torch of day;
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