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Maria, my love! Do you long for the grove?
Do you figh for an interview foon?

Does e'er a kind thought run on me as you rove
Alone by the light of the Moon?

Your name from the shepherds whenever I hear My bosom is all in a glow;

Your voice when it vibrates so sweet thro' mine ear, My heart thrills-my eyes overflow.

Ye Powers of the Sky, will your bounty divine Indulge a fond lover his boon?

Shall heart spring to heart, and Maria be mine, Alone by the light of the Moon?

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Oh, Sleep! tho' banish'd from those eyes,

In visions fair to Delia rife;

And o'er a dearer form diffuse

Thy healing balm thy lenient dews.

Blest be her night as infants rest,
Lull'd on the fond maternal breast,
Who fweetly-playful smiles in sleep,
Nor knows that he is born to weep.

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Remove

Remove the terrors of the night,

The phantom-forms of wild affright,

The shrieks from precipice or flood,

And starting scene that swims with blood.

Lead her aloft to blooming bowers,

And beds of amaranthine flowers,

And golden skies, and glittering streams,

That paint the paradife of dreams.

Venus! present a lover near,

And gently whisper in her ear

His woes, who, lonely and forlorn,

Counts the flow clock from night till morn.

Ah! let no portion of my pain,

Save just a tender trace, remain ;

Afleep consenting to be kind,

And wake with Daphnis in her mind.

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ARIA bright with beauty's glow
In confcious gaiety you go

The pride of all the Park:

Attracted groupes in filence gaze,
And foft behind you hear the praise
And whisper of the spark.

In Fancy's airy chariot whirl'd,

You make the circle of the world,

And dance a dizzy round;

The maids and kindling youths behold
You triumph o'er the envious Old,

The Queen of Beauty crown'd.

Where'er

Where'er the beams of Fortune blaze,

Or Fashion's whispering zephyr plays,
The infect tribe attends;

Gay-glittering thro' a Summer's day,
The filken myriads melt away

Before a Sun descends.

Divorced from elegant delight,

The vulgar Venus holds her night

An alien to the skies;

Her bosom breathes no finer fire,

No radiance of divine defire

Illumes responsive eyes.

Gods! shall a fordid fon of earth

Enfold a form of heavenly birth,
And ravish joys divine?

An angel bless unconfcious arms?
The circle of furrendered charms

Unhallowed hands entwine?

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