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IMITATED FROM OSSIAN.
The stream with languid murmur creeps,
In Lumin's flowery vale: Beneath the dew the Lily weeps
Slow-waving to the gale.
“ Cease, restless gale!” it seems to say,
“Nor wake me with thy sighing! The honours of my vernal day
On rapid wing are flying.
« To-morrow shall the Traveller come
Who late beheld me blooming : His searching eye shall vainly roam
The dreary vale of Lumin."
With eager gaze and wetted cheek
My wonted haunts along, Thus, faithful Maiden! thou shalt seek
The Yonth of simplest song.
But I along the breeze shall roll
The voice of feeble power; And dwell, the Moon-beam of thy soul,
In Slumber's nightly hour.
THE COMPLAINT OF NINATHOMA.
How long will ye round me be swelling,
, O ye blue-tumbling waves of the sea ? Not always in caves was my dwelling,
Nor beneath the cold blast of the tree.
Through the high-sounding halls of Cathlóma
In the steps of my beauty I strayed ; The warriors beheld Ninathóma,
And they blessed the white-bosomed Maid !
A Ghost! by my cavern it darted !
In moon-beams the Spirit was drest
But disturbed by the tempest's commotion
Fleet the shadowy forms of delightAh cease, thou shrill blast of the Ocean!
To howl through my cavern by night.
TO A YOUNG ASS.
ITS MOTHER BEING TETHERED NEAR IT.
Poor little Foal of an oppressed Race !
For much I fear me that He lives like thee,
TO AN INFANT.
Ah! cease thy tears and sobs, my little Life!