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FUGITIVE POETRY.

IMITATED FROM THE ITALIAN.

PH@BE'S ABSENCE.
SWIFTLY bounds the mettied courser;

My pastures with beauty are clad,
Swift the flying moments move;

Yet silent the birds on the spray,
Haste, my beauteous maid, löle,

My flock all appear to be sad,
Give the fleeting hour to love!

My lambkins no longer can play.
Soon is nipp'd the bud of beauty;

Each shepherd and shepherdess mourns, Quickly fades tbe tlower of youth;

Yes, sadness in Arcady reigns
Srize in time, the blest occasion,

Until lovely Plicebe returns
To reward thy shepherd's truth.

To give again joy to our plains.
Cynthia, glittering in yon river,

My pipe now is dry with disuse,
Meekly sheds her paly ray;

Not music can lessen my pain,
Soon Aurora's mantling blushes,

If Plicebe no spirit infuse,
Usher in the new born day;

I handle it, ah! but in vain.
Winter strips the leafy forest;

Repining Ibro' meadows I stray,
Frost and snow deform the year;

To count o'er my languishing sheep,
Soon returns the vernal season;

How tedious-how lonesome the way! Soon the infant buds appear.

With her I could trace every step.
We but flourisb for one sumner;

Yet why, alas! do I complain!
That elapsd, no more can boast;

My Ph.rebe I know is sincere;
Death entomhs our hopes in darkness,

Few moons may restore her again
When the light of life is lost.

When joy all around will appear!
Ghosts in dreary realms of Pluto,

No'er the kind affections move;
They, iminers'd in cold oblivion,

THE RESCUED MARINERS.
Lend no more the thought to love.

BY MISS BAILLIE.
Since allow'd to taste of pleasure,

Where distant billows meet the sky,
Blameless blies without alloy;

A pale dull light the seamnen spy,
While lole's young and blourning,

As spent they stand, and tempest tost,
Give the laughing hours to joy.

Their vessel struck!-Their rudder lost! We'll despise each idle rumour,

While distant homes wbere kinsmen weep,
Of the age, to Lave severe,

And graves full many a fathom deep,
When the tresses silver'd over,

By turns their fitful gloomy thoughts paar-
Speak the grisly phantom near.

tray! Swiftly bounds the mettled courser;

« 'Tis some delusion of the sight, Swift the flying moments move;

“Some northern streamers pearly light!" Haste, my beauteous maid, löle,

“ Fools," saith rous'd Hope, with gen'rous Give the fleeting hour to Love !

scorn,
" It is the blessed peep of moru,

“ And aid, and safety come, when comes the SONNET.

day!" The midnight storm is high, and sadness brings To many a musing melancholy mind :

And so it is! The gradual shine It seems the tempest on his dreary wings

Spreads o'er heaven's verge its lengthen a
Bcars tribulation; and the hollow wind :) # line;
Is filled with boding voices; but to those Cloud after clond begins to glow,
Whom blithe content surrounds, who deem | And tinge the changeful deep below;
it not

Now sombre red, now amber bright,
A sin to feel delight, the blast that blows "Till upward breaks the blazing light.

Is quickly perish'd, and its breath forgot: 1 Like floating fire the gleaming billows burn; Bright let the tapers beam: the ruddy fire Far distant on the ruddy tide

With heightened resiness exalt the glow A black’ning sail is seen to glide; Of woman's blooming cheek; and wine inspire Loud bursts their eager joyful cry, The open heart's exhilarating flow!

Their hoisted signal waves on high, Who that is wise, would yield the passing bour || And life, and strength, and happy thoughts

To bitterness, when bliss is in his power? I return.

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Engrwn for the Thirty Second Mumban Now werico 9-Lale Afsemble, Jural. 1:72.

Frinted for John N. Southampton wordt oond.

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Engnored for the 32' Fumber of the New Series of La Belle femblee. June 1.1879.

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