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Receive our welcome too,--whose every tone.
Springs from our hearts, and fain would win your own.
The curtain rises—may our stage unfold ,
Scenes not unworthy Drury's days of old ! :
Britons our judges, nature for our guide,
Still may we please, long-long may you preside.


To Time.
TIME!-on whose arbitrary wing

The varying hours must flag'or fly,
Whose tardy winter, fleeting spring, is

But drag or drive us on to die
Hail thou !— who on my birth bestow'd".

Those boons—to all that know thee-known;
Yet better I sustain thy load,

For now I bear the weight alone.. !!
I would not one fond heart should share

The bitter moments thou hast given;"
And pardon thee, since thou could'st spare

All that I lov'd, to peace or heav'n'; "

To them be joy or rest-on meie peres.."

Thy future ills shall press in vain ;rush of
I nothing owe but years to thee, , ???, :

A debt already paid in pain. " :"
Yet even that pain was some relief,'' ?!

It felt--but still forgot thy pow'r; .
The active agony of grief

Retards, but never counts the hour. In joy I've sigh'd to think thy flight

Would soon subside from swift to slowThy cloud could overcast the light,

But could not add a night to woeFor then, however drear and dark,

My soul was suited to thy sky;
One star alone shot forth a spark

To prove thee—not Eternity.
That beam hath sunk—and now thou art

A blank—a thing to count and curse
Through each dull tedious trifling part,

Which all regret-yet all rehearse. One scene even thou canst not deform

The limit of thy sloth or speed

When future wanderers bear the storm

Which we shall sleep too sound to heed; And I can smile to think how weak

Thine efforts shortly shall be shown, When all the vengeance thou canst wreak

Must fall upon—a nameless stone!


Translation of a Romaic Love Song...5

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Ah! Love was never yet without
The pang, the agony, the doubt,
Which rends my heart with ceaseless sigh,
While day and night roll darkling by."

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Without one friend to hear my woe, .
I faint, I die beneath the blow. -5 "
That Love had arrows, well I knew;
Alas! I find them poison’d too.'

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Birds, yet in freedom, shun the pet,
Which Love around your haunts hath set; ..
Or circled by his fatal fire, :,. i
Your hearts shall burn, your hopes expire., ..'},

A bird of free and careless wing
Was I, through many a smiling spring;
But caught within the subtle snare,
I burn, and feebly flutter there,

5. ... , ecu Who ne'er have loved, and loved in vain, sort Can neither feel, nor pity pain; pufogyan havde The cold repulse—the look askancerin ve gidW The lightning of Love's angry glance.

In flattering dreams I deemed thee mine; ,"117
Now hope, and he who hoped, decline ;
Like melting wax, or withering flower, -tiini
I feel my passion, and thy


My light of life! ah, tell me why
That poạting lip, and alter'd eye? Hoe
My bird of love! my beauteous mate!! Oud
And art thou chang’d, and canst thou hate?

Mine eyes like wintry streams o’erflow:
What wretch with me could barter woe?
My bird! relent: one note would give
A charm, to bid thy lover live.


My curdling blood, my madd’ning brain, ***
In silent anguish I sustain ... L S
And still thy heart, without partaking
One pang, exults—while mine is breaking.***


Pour me the poison; fear not thou!
Thou canst not murder more than now:
I've lived to curse my natal day,
And Love, that thus can lingering slay.

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