I rose to kill the snake, but she

In pity pray'd, it might not be.

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No," said the girl—and many a spark

Flash'd from her eye-lid, as she said it— "Under the rose, or in the dark,

“ One might, perhaps, have cause to dread it; "But when its wicked eyes appear,

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And when we know, for what they wink so, "One must be very simple, dear,

"To let it sting one-don't you think so?"

R

QUANTUM EST QUOD DESIT!

Ovid. Metam. Lib. ix. v. 559.

'TWAS

WAS a new feeling-something more Than we had dar'd to own before,

Which then we hid not;

We saw it in each other's eye,
And wish'd, in every broken sigh
To speak, but did not!

She felt my lips impassion'd touch ;
'Twas the first time I dar'd so much,
And yet, she chid not;

But whisper'd o'er my burning brow,

Oh! do you doubt I love you now?" Sweet soul! I did not!

Warmly I felt her bosom thrill,
I prest it closer, closer still,

Though gently bid not;

Till-oh! the world hath seldom heard

Of lovers, who so nearly err'd,

And yet who did not!

ASPASIA.

'TWAS in the fair ASPASIA's bower,
That Love and Learning, many an hour,
In dalliance met, and Learning smil'd
With rapture on the playful child,
Who wanton stole, to find his nest
Within a fold of Learning's vest!

There, as the listening statesman hung
In transport on ASPASIA's tongue,
The destinies of Athens took

Their colour from ASPASIA'S look.

Oh happy time! when laws of state, When all that rul'd the country's fate, Its glory, quiet, or alarms,

Was plann'd between two snowy arms!

Sweet times! you could not always last—
And yet, oh! yet, you are not past;
Though we have lost the sacred mould,
In which their men were cast of old,
Woman, dear woman, still the same,
While lips are balm and looks are flame,
While man possesses heart or eyes,
Woman's bright empire never dies!

FANNY, my love, they ne'er shall say,
That beauty's charm hath pass'd away;
No-give the universe a soul

Attun'd to woman's soft controul,

And FANNY hath the charm, the skill,
To wield a universe at will!