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Thou must not linger, lovely one,
Within thy bower, but come away; The scowl of winter past and gone,“ · Now April sheds her mildest ray.
The lily, bending on its stem,
Waves graceful o'er the silver stream; Bedeck’d with many a bonny gem,
The fields glance in the morning beam.
Nurst by the genial sun and breeze,
And water'd by the kindly shower, The blossom swells upon the trees,
The briar and broom put forth their flower.
Now frisk the lambs along the lea,
Or peaceful brouze the tender blade; The nimble hares, in amorous glee,
Are sporting down the hawthorn glade.
The mingling concert of the grove,
Awakes to hail the vernal reign; uit
Blends in one soft harmonious strain,
Nor season's day, nor fate shall prove,
More fix'd, more true than I !
Dost ask how long my vows shall stay,
When all that's new is past?
How long my life will last?
And does that thought affect thee too,
The thought of Silvio's death ;
Must yield that faithful breath?
he shines,“ like Hespcrus among the lesser lights." He has left four excellent Dramas behind him, all different, or of different kinds, and all excellent in their way, viz. the School for Scandal, the Rivals, the Duenna, the Critic. His songs are not to be equalled; they have a joyous spirit of intoxication in them, and a spirit of the most melting tenderness. Sheridan was not only a dramatic writer, but a first-rate parliamentary speaker. His cha. racteristics as an orator, were manly, unperverted good sense, and keen irony. Wit, which has been thought a two-edged weapon, was by him always employed by the same side of the question-I think, on the right one. His set and more laboured speeches, were proportionably abortive, and unimpressive; but no one was equal to him in replying on the spur of the moment to pompous absurdity, and unravelling the web of flimsy sophistry. He was the last accomplished debater of the House of Commons; an ornament of private and public life; universally beloved ; a wit and a Patriot, to boot; a poet and an honest man.” Born 1751. Died 1816.
Fan’d by the breeze, they gently form’d
And seem'd to live as one;
That in the sunbeam shone."
Secure amidst the sheltering bower,
They twin'd with artless tie :
One droop'd, and sunk to die.
Maria mark'd the lovely gem,
Fresh glittering in the ray;
That withering died away.
'Twas thus love twin'd around that heart,
False Edward's smiles had won :
She droop'd, to die alone.
Blow on, ye wild winds, o'er his hallow'd grave,
Thy musie is sweet to the ear; And lovely thy mountains, though mantl'd in snow,
As the fragrant smile of the year.
* These lines were composed for, and sung at the celebration of the birth of Burns, held at Paisley, on the 29th of January 1812.