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Come, Stella, queen of all my heart !

Come, born to fill its vast desires ! Thy looks perpetual joys impart,

Thy voice perpetual love inspires. Whilst all my wish and thine complete,

By turns we languish and we burn, Let sighing gales our sighs repeat,

Our murmurs-murmuring brooks return. Let me, when nature calls to rest,

And blushing skies the morn foretel, Sink on the down of Stella's breast,

And bid the waking world farewell.

AUTUMN,

AN ODE.

ALAS! with swift and silent pace,

Impatient Time rolls on the year ; The seasons change, and Nature's face

Now sweetly smiles, now frowns severe. 'Twas Spring, 'twas Summer, all was gay,

Now Autumn bends a cloudy brow; The flowers of Spring are swept away,

And Summer-fruits desert the bough. The verdant leaves that play'd on high,

And wanton'd on the western breeze, Now trod in dust neglected lie,

As Boreas strips th' bending trees. The fields that wav'd with golden grain,

As russet heaths, are wild and bare ; Not moist with dew, but drench'd with rain,

Nor health, nor pleasure, wanders there. No more while through the midnight shade,

Beneath the moon's pale orb I stray, Soft pleasing woes my heart invade,

As Progne pours the melting lay.

From this capricious clime she soars,

Oh! would some god but wings supply! To where each morn the Spring restores,

Companion of her flight I'd fly: Vain wish! me fate compels to bear

The downward season's iron reign, Compels to breathe polluted air,

And shiver on a blasted plain. What bliss to life can Autumn yield,

If glooms, and showers, and storms prevail ; And Ceres flies the naked field,

And flowers, and fruits, and Phoebus fail? Oh! what remains, what lingers yet,

To cheer me in the darkening hour! The grape

remains ! the friend of wit, In love, and mirth, of mighty power. Haste-press

the clusters, fill the bowl; Apollo! shoot thy parting ray : This gives the sunshine of the soul,

This god of health, and verse, and day. Still-still the jocund strain shall flow,

The pulse with vigorous rapture beat; My Stella with new charms shall glow,

And ev'ry bliss in wine shall meet.

WINTER

AN ODE.

No more the morn, with tepid rays,

Unfolds the flower of various hue;
Noon spreads no more the genial blaze,

Nor gentle eve distils the dew.
The ling’ring hours prolong the night,

Usurping Darkness shares the day;
Her mists restrain the force of light,

And Phæbus holds a doubtful sway.

By gloomy twilight half reveald,

With sighs we view the hoary hill, The leafless wood, the naked field,

The snow-topt cot, the frozen rill. No musick warbles through the grove,

No vivid colours paint the plain; No more with devious steps I rove

Through verdant paths now sought in vain. Aloud the driving tempest roars,

Congeald, impetuous showers descend; Haste, close the window, bar the doors,

Fate leaves me Stella, and a friend. In nature's aid let art supply

With light and heat my little sphere; Rouze, rouze the fire, and pile it high,

Light up a constellation here. Let musick sound the voice of joy,

Or mirth repeat the jocund tale ; Let Love his wanton wiles employ,

And o'er the season wine prevail. Yet time life's dreary winter brings

When Mirth’s gay tale shall please no more; Nor Musick charm--though Stella sings;

Nor love, nor wine, the spring restore. : Catch, then, Oh! catch the transient hour,

Improve each moment as it flies; Life's a short summer--man a flower:

He dies--alas ! how soon he dies !

THE WINTER'S WALK.

BEHOLD, my fair, whese'er we rove,

What dreary prospects round us rise; The naked hill, the leafless grove,

The hoary ground, the frowning skies !

Nor only through the wasted plain,

Stern Winter! is thy force confess'd;
Still wider spreads thy horrid reign,

I feel thy power usurp my breast..
Enlivening hope, and fond desire,

Resign the heart to spleen and care;
Scarce frighted Love maintains her fire,

And rapture saddens to despair.
In groundless hope, and causeless fear,

Unhappy man! behold thy doom :
Still changing with the changeful year,

The slave of sunshine and of gloom,
Tir'd with vain joys, and false alarms,

With mental and coporeal strife,
Snatch me, my Stella, to thy arms,

And screen me from the ills of life.”

To Miss *****

ON HER GIVING THE AUTHOUR A GOLD AND SILK

NET-WORK PURSE OF HER OWN WEAVING.*
Though gold and silk their charms unite
To make thy curious web delight,
In vain the varied work would shine,
If wrought by any hand but thine ;
Thy hand, that knows the subtler art
To weave those nets that catch the heart.

Spread out by me, the roving coin
Thy nets may catch, but not confine;
Nor can I hope thy silken chain
The glitt'ring vagrants shall restrain.
Why, Stella, was it then decreed
The heart once caught should ne'er be freed?

• Printed among Mrs. Williams's Miscellanies.
* And hide me from the sight of life. 1st edition.

To Miss *****

ON HER PLAYING UPON THE HARPSICHORD IN A ROOM HUNG WITH FLOWER-PIECES OF HER

OWN PAINTING.

When Stella strikes the tuneful string
In scenes of imitated Spring,
Where Beauty lavishes her powers
On beds of never-fading flowers,
And pleasure propagates around
Each charm of modulated sound;
Ah! think not, in the dangerous hour,
The Nymph fictitious as the flow'r;
But shun, rash youth, the gay alcove,
Nor tempt the snares of wily love.

When charms thus press on ev'ry sense,
What thought of flight, or of defence ?
Deceitful hope, and vain desire,
For ever flutter o'er her lyrę,
Delighting as the youth draws nigh,
To point the glances of her eye,
And forming with unerring art
New chains to hold the captive heart.

But on those regions of delight
Might truth intrude with daring flight,
Could Stella, sprightly, fair, and young,
One moment hear the moral

song,
Instruction with her flowers might spring,
And wisdom warble from her string.

Mark, when from thousand mingled dyes
Thou seest one pleasing form arise,
How active light, and thoughtful shade,
In greater scenes each other aid;
Mark, when the different notes agree
In friendly contrariety,
How passion's well-accorded strife
Gives all the harmony of life;

* Printed among Mrs. Williams's Miscellanies.

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