Ye practis'd nymphs, who form your charms
By fashion's rules, enjoy your skill;
Torment your swains with false alarms,
And ere you cure pretend to kill;
Still, still your sex's wiles pursue,
Such tricks she leaves to art and you.

Secure of native charms to please,

My Flavia scorns all mean pretence:
Her form is elegance and ease,

Her soul is truth and innocence;
And these, oh heartfelt extacy!
She gives to honour, love, and me.

THE

THE ADIEU.

[From the Arabic.]

[CARLYLE.]

HE boatmen shout " 'tis time to part,
No longer we can stay ;"-

""Twas then Maimuna taught my heart

How much a glance could say.

With trembling steps to me she came, "Farewell" she would have cried, But ere her lips the word could frame In half-form'd sounds it died.

Then bending down with looks of love
Her arms she round me flung,
And as the gale hangs on the grove,
Upon my breast she hung.

My willing arms embrac'd the maid,
My heart with raptures beat;
While she but wept the more, and said,
"Would we had never met!"

ON LOVE..

[From the Arabic.]

[CARLYLE.]

I NEVER knew a sprightly fair

That was not dear to me,

And freely I my heart could share,
With every one I see.

It is not this or that alone

On whom my choice would fall, I do not more incline to one

Than I incline to all.

The circle's bounding line are they,

Its centre is my heart,

My ready love the equal ray

That flows to every part.

THE ENCHANTMENT:

[OTWAY.]

I DID but look and love awhile,

"Twas but for half an hour;

Then to resist I had no will,
And now I have no pow'r.

To sigh, and wish, is all my ease;
Sighs which do heat impart,
Enough to melt the coldest ice,,

Yet cannot warm your heart.

Oh! would your pity give my heart

One corner of your breast;

"Twould learn of yours the winning art, And quickly steal the rest.

[R. B. SHERIDAN.]

AH! cruel maid, how hast thou chang'd
The temper of my mind!

My heart by thee from mirth estrang'd,
Becomes like thee unkind.

By fortune favour'd, clear in fame,
I once ambitious was;

And friends I had that fann'd the flame,
And gave my youth applause.

But now my weakness all abuse,
Yet vain their taunts on me;
Friends, fortune, fame itself, I'd lose,
To gain one smile from thee.

Yet only thou should'st not despise

My folly or my woe;

If I am mad in others' eyes

"Tis thou hast made them so,

But days like these, with doubting curs'd,
I will not long endure
Am I despis'd-I know the worst,
And also know my cure.

If, false, her vows she dare renounce,
She instant ends my pain,

For oh! that heart must break at once
Which cannot hate again.

ASK'ST

[R. B. SHERIDAN.]

SK'ST thou" how long my love shall stay,

"When all that's new is past?"

How long? ah, Delia! can I say
How long my life will last?

Dry be that tear-be hush'd that sigh;
At least, I'll love thee till I die.

And does that thought affect thee too,

The thought of Damon's death;

That he who only lives for you,

Must yield his faithful breath? Hush'd be that sigh, be dry that tear,

Nor let us lose our heaven here,