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THE LOVER TO HIS MISTRESS.

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My mind had lovely shapes pourtray'd ;

But thought I earth had one
Could make ev'n Fancy's visions fade

Like stars before the sun ?

I gaz’d, and felt upon my lips

Th’unfinish'd accents hang:
One moment’s bliss, one burning kiss,

To rapture chang’d each pang.

And though as swift as lightning's flash

Those tranced moments flew,
Not all the waves of time shall wash

Their memory from my view.

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THE LOVER TO HIS MISTRESS.

But duly shall my, raptured song,

And gladly shall my eyes,
Still bless this day's return, as long

As thou shalt see it rise.

SONG.

TO THE EVENING STAR.

STAR that bringest home the bee,
And sett’st the weary labourer free!
If any star shed peace, 'tis thou,

That send'st it from above,
Appearing when Heaven's breath and brow

Are sweet as her's we love.

Come to the luxuriant skies,

Whilst the landscape's odours rise,

Whilst far-off lowing herds are heard,

And songs, when toil is done,
From cottages whose smoke unstirr'd

Curls yellow in the sun.

Star of love's soft interviews,
Parted lovers on thee muse;
Their remembrancer in Heaven

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SONG—“MEN OF ENGLAND.”

Men of England ! who inherit

Rights that cost your sires their blood ! Men whose undegenerate spirit

Has been proved on land and flood:

By the foes ye’ve fought uncounted, .

By the glorious deeds ye’ve done, Trophies captured--breaches mounted,

Navies conquer'd-kingdoms won !

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