And all its genuine stores display; From the sequester'd humble vale; Like thee, O Jessy! * could I sing Or emulate thy swelling strain, RATHFRYLAND. * A young Lady of Edinburgh, whose Poems, yet unpublished, possess an uncommon degree of merit. EPIGRAM, ON A MARRIAGE. THAT very day he chose to wed, P. L. C. SONGS. BY ANNA SEWARD. 1. * "DAMON by all the Powers above Plighted to me eternal love; "And as a rose adorn'd my breast, "He on its leaf the vow imprest; "But, while the winds did round us play, "Vow, leaf, and promise blew away." 2. For this, when Summer mornings glow, 3. Beauty, and Health, have joys that prove Balm for the wounds of slighted Love; *The first verse is from an old ballad. III *. Recitative. My Stella sleeps, the sultry hour AIR. 1. Ah, rose! thou hast fled from a throne 2. And O! since thy thorns might annoy To the mansion of love and of joy, This song, and the preceding one, are exquisitely set to music by Mr. Rauzzini. O DE TO A YOUNG LADY *. WHY thus decline my troubled eyes, Yet, dawning from my looks distrest, Read-ah too dear! the fond confession. In vain! What these soft tumults show, If sighs ascend, if blushes glow, What means the sigh, the blush unbidden. *This Ode, and the Odes to the Zephyrs and to Fancy, have been printed in an elegant collection called the Metrical Miscellany, from very imperfect copies. They are now given in a corrected state. But hope not ever thus secure To dart thy wildly-wandering glances: O, skilled in every graceful art That adds a polish'd charm to beauty; Be mine those pleasing cares to' impart, Which best refine the gentle heart, Be mine to teach the tender duty! tt. O DE, TO THE ZEPHYRS. YE! before whose genial breath, Girt with troops of wan diseases, Linger ye, propitious breezes ? Hither, where my languid maid Come, with balmy spirit blowing; Hither bring Health in rosy beauty glowing, |