The enquirer. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1804-1815, 1805-08-06
FROM THE PORT FOLIO.

The following is good Epigram 1t has the truth,
nature, and implicity of the Grecian fchoo, and if
traniated by Parr or Portion, might be annexed to
=" the Antiiologia"
ON a NATURAL CHILD, DESTROYED BY IT'S
Ee MOTHER.
Twas LOve, that conquered Sbame, and gave thee
breath,
And Sbau, that, conquering Looe deereed thy DEATH
On Divine, whole fermons were of the obiate
clals. N
Dormoule elfeems it wondrous odd, -
That people, when he breaches, nod,
As ifhe heavy prefer.
Take comfort, Dorn,oule, though they blame
Your eratory, you may claim
The merit OF a rare e0mP9er.
TIE folO1ong oi |u6iine hymn to !be God of Day,
though Inherited in the Vaeaa manye,iSt of Ifnaeye-
on, isnPPoed not TO haze been eompocd BY lin, and
tie internal eVidtnee sm5 to juty tie eoneiEon of
Mr.. A4ooRH, that" it is a Efbi,rer ficbt tJan tie
7da ucirg is oee4GOnes to Ioay.' Learning to tie
commentators al eont,eVtry rgpe7ing TIE gesninepz
IF The eompsfioa chiefly j5leitopy to cali tie
4fteafiO" Of ali re4dtr, Of 7fe to tie i,i, eIegsnes
anas0iVaeity .ffJe T,g.4lafio1.
Awake to life my dulce, ihell
To Phobus all thy fghs fhall fwel
And though no glorious prize be thine,
No Pythian wreath around thee Irvine,
Yet every hour is glory's hour,
To him. who gathers wiidon's flower
hen wake thee from thy magic Plumbers,
Breathe to the lof and Phrygian numbers
Which, my trembling lips repeat,
Thy chords ihall echo back as fweet.
The cygnet thus with fading notes,
AS down Cayaer's tide he floats,
Plays with his lnowy plumage fair,
Upon the wanton mur1nuring air,
Which an1orouily fingers round
And Gghs reiponiive found for found
Muie Of the Tyre, illunie my dream,
Thy PhG5us, is my Faney's theme
And hailow'd is the harp bear,
And hallow'd is the wreath wear,
Hallowed by him the God of lays
Who nloiulates the choral maze
fling the love which Daphne twiu'd
Around the Godhead's yielding mind
lEg ihe bluihiug Dapbne's fight
From this ethereal youth Of light;
And how the tender timid maid
Flew painting to the kindly flade,
Rebgid form too tempting fair
And grew a verdaut laurel there
Whole leaves with sympathetic thrill
In terror feem to trefnblc, ftill
Inc God purified with wing'd defire
And when his hopes were all on fire,
And when he thought to hear the f,h,
With which epamor'd virgins die,
He only beard the prnfive air,
Whiiperng amid her ledfy hair
But oh my foul more-ne more!
Enthufiaa, whittier dol foar ?
THIS fweetly madd'ning dream Of foul
Has hurried me beyond the goal.
Why mould ling the mighty darts,
Which fly to wound ceeftial hearts,
When fure the lay, with fSeeter tone,
Can tell the darts, that wound my own
Still be Anaereon, Till infpire
The defiant Of the Tein Tyre
Still let the nectar numbers fioat
Drilling love in every note
And when the yourh Whole burning fopi
Has felt the Paphian EARS controul,
When he the liquid lays mall hear,
Hs heart viii huuer to his ear,
And drinking there Of long divine,
Banquet on intellectual wine
VII on all fnbjc6ts is eagerly fought and read will
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