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(Being THE TENTH OF A NEW SERIES.)
PART THE FIRST.
PRODESSE ET DELECTARE.
E PLURIBUS UNUM.
By SYLVANUS URBAN, Gent.
LONDON: Printed by NICHOLS, SON, and BENTLEY,
at Cicero's Head, Reil Lion Passage, Flet Street;
and by PERTHES and BESSER, Hartburgh. 1318.
STILL, my little sweet brunette! ONCE more the gentle airs of Spring
I sigh for you, and no one else! The promise of fresh pleasure bring : If you frown, oh I shall fret
Once more the minstrel of the grove I shall die at your repulse!
Attupes new sonnets to his love : Fast the silent wings of Time
Once more the floret almost peeps O'er your opening beauty move :
From moss which to the white-frost weeps. Soon shall I behold your prime
And soon, to Flora's breath serene, Ripen to the breath of Love!
That moss shall wear a softer green. Then, if your assenting bosom
Ah! while such warblings wake the year, Heave to me but balf so true,
Shall Marianne refuse to hear? I may pluck the unfolded blossom
Amid such choral symphony
Is Marianne still deaf to me?
Ah, must I mouro (tho' every glade
Still bloom, in former hues array'd, AGAIN the pleasant breath of Spring Tho' every lawn in foral gold
Steals o'er the lawn and glen and grove; Again sball glow)---my true-love cold ..
Yon warbler hath his mate address'd, A timid violet from my sight,
Its glimmering leares, its virgin white.
I stoop'd to taste the breathing spring, Nor fly so sweet a Valentine :
So gentle in the recent flower, And, if with charmed ear be heard
And welcome the sweet tints that bring
The promise of a softer hour.
Some moments past, I hied to view
The little traits of yesterday : That little sprig of young peach-bloom,
But gone was all the illusive hue;-
The very leaves were shrunk away.
And is that violet's glance so coy,
Which fled, as if afraid of me,
Say, is it like a dream of joy
That paints the air, but ne'er shall be ?
Say, is thy bower the rosemarine,
That veils the blusfi thy scorn would hide, And (more delicious still the type)
The blush I fondly faocied mine?
LIST OF PLATES.
Luther, Portrait of, 209.
Norton Church, co. Derby, 497. Dublin, Tenter-house in, 113.
Quatford Church, Salop, 17.
Sherborne, New Inn at, 201.
FIRST PART OF THE EIGHTY-EIGHTH VOLUME,
On the conclusion of each succeeding Volume, it has been customary
N to present to our Readers the most heartfelt thanks for their long and unabated patronage of our labours—and to assure them of our constant adherence to the genuine principles of the English Constitution, as established by Magna Charta, confirmed by the glorious Revolution, and strengthened and perpetuated by the mild Government of the illustrious House of BRUNSWICK. - To these principles we have uni. formly and steadily adhered; nor, thanks to a beneficent Providence, have the principles themselves lost any thing of their value. They have been assailed with great violence; they have been confronted with unheard-of novelties; they have been branded with standing in the way of all those Utopian schemes of improvement with which the Publick has of late been nauseated. But we may venture to assert, that they have entered into the mind of no man among us by the avenues of considerrate examination and conviction, who has wavered in his attachment to them. They are the only principles recognized by our happy Constitution ; under the shadow of which the Nation has so long reposed in safety, and flourished in character and dignity; they are those of the soundest and best Statesmen who have graced our councils, and who have left to us the fruit of their wisdom, their firmness, and their labours. These were the principles which opposed an effectual bar to the Revolutionary spirit of 1792, which kept up the spirit of resistance to Buonaparte through a long contest, and at length liberated Europe ; and which, after having conducted us to a Peace which secures our glory and our greatness together, are, by their indu