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Told him, that he loved in vain; But, repenting, and complying,
When he kissed, she kissed again: Kissed him up before his dying;
Kissed him up, and eased his pain.
Go tell Amynta, gentle swain,
FAIR YOUNG LADY,
GOING OUT OF THE TOWN IN THE SPRING.
So long delays her flowers to bear?
And winter storms invert the year?
She cast not back a pitying eye;
To sigh, to languish, and to die.
A face that can all hearts command,
And change the laws of every land?
Where thou hadst placed such power before,
Adoring crowds before her fall;
And every life but mine recal.
THE POWER OF MUSIC; ,
AN ODE IN HONOUR OF ST CECILIA'S DAY.
This celebrated Ode was written for the Saint's Festival in 1897, when
the following stewards officiated : Hugh Colvill, Esg.; Cupt. Thomas Newman ; Orlando Bridgeman, Esq. ; Theophilus Buller, Esq.; Leonard W'essell, Esq.; Paris Slaughter, Esq.; Jeremiah Clarke, Gent.; and Francis Rich, Gent. The merits of this unequalled efa fusion of lyrical poetry, are fully discussed in the general criticism.
I. 'Twas was at the royal feast, for Persia won By Philip's warlike son:
Aloft, in awful state,
The godlike hero sate
His valiant peers were placed around;
(So should desert in arms be crowned.)
Happy, happy, happy pair!