Phenix gazette. [volume] (Alexandria [D.C.]) 1825-1833, 1833-05-01
MAY.

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From the London Ne,o Monthly Magazine.
liver ct Venus ct veneris prsnuntius ante
Pinnstus grsditur zephyrus vestigia propter
Flora quibus Mater ptxspcrgens, ante vial
Cuncts colOribus egregiis ct odoribus opplet.
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How delightful is the opening Of May, bring
ing with il the most delicious sensations, Ovet-
flowing with sweets, and iniusing through all ma.
ture freshness aud vitality perceived at no other
period Of the year. Summer may possess at
fractions Of more Haunting character, and au-
tumn may proffer its matured fruits and wealthy
harvests; but to those who have Keen perception
Of natural beauty, and a sympathy with the vivid
impressions spring produces on the mind, what
can be more grateful than the renovated appear
snee Of nature, and the elasticity and exhllara-
ton Of feeling experienced at the beginning OF
this month of frutioo pregnant as 1t Is with light
pleasure, and loneliness? The clouds, no lon
ger black, and hurried across the face OF heaven
by storms, are like feeces OF snowy wh'teness
enamelled upon the eternal azure, setling OF,
and not suying the purity OF It's serene hue
The soft breeZes,
"Zeph,r with Aurora play ing"
bear "buxom health'' and joyousness on their
aings. The birds sing their sweetest notes.
The insect youth are on the wing.
Eager 70 taste the honied spring,
Aud Hoa, amid the liquid noon.
The early flowers, " the yellow cowslip aud
the pale prImrose," decorate the surface ut the
earth. The verdure, rich in colour, refreshed
with frequent showers, and not yet imbrowned
by the summer sun, may be contemplated IN all
ITS variety of tinye. Creation seems to have arr
sen from the dead, all is being-insiinct with
Lille and motion Love also awakes at this GEM.
al season, as Cunningham peasinglY sings:
From III" ives, Is it wantoniy blows.
Fond Zephyr caresses the vine;
The bee st, ais kiss t,0m The rose,
And willows ard woodhines cntwine:
The pinks by the rivulet side,
That bord'r the vernal alcove,
Bend do nwa I'd to kiss the soft tide
For Mar is the mother Of Love.
Mar tinges the bu'terH,' IS wing,
tie hutters in bridal ARA;
Aud il the wng'd forestRrs sing
The music is taught them ~ NAr
The stock dove, reciuse with her mate,
Conceai, her fond bliss in the grove,
And murmuring. seems to repe&t,
That NAY is the mother Of owe "
Solomon also says, e" The winter is past, the
rain IS over aud gone. The flowers appear on
and the voice Of the turtle ia heard IN our land :"
To all conversant with the writings Of the poets,
striking descriptions OF the season must be famil-
lar Milton makes the most heavenly cline TO
consist Of an eternal spring. -
The b;r,ia their qnire apply; airs, verna! airs.
Breathing the smell OF field and grove a,tune
The trembling leaves, while universal Pan,
Knit with the graces and the hours in dance,
Led on the eternal spring
VIGIL. in his second George, places the cosmo.
sony IN the sring-
Such w.re the days, the season was the same
when FIRST arose this worlds all heau,euus franc;
'ghe SIX was cIoulless, oaluiy was the air.
And springs mid Influence made all nature fair
WAsrHN, Geo. l.. ii 1. 407.
Honest Chaucer. between Tour and five hun
6red years ago, speaks OF the Spring as we speak
of il now, Tor the revolutions o! time effect no
change in natural sensations. Hear his beauti-
ful lines in the Romaunt OF the Rose"
That it was Mey thus dresmid me-
In time of love aud joiite,
That al thing ginneth wsxen gay,
For their is neither buske nor hay
In New that il mill shroudid bene,
And that il til newe lewis wrene;
These wol is exc recoveren creme
That Dire in W inter ben to sene,
Aud the er,h waxith pr, ude wit.al
For sote devils that on tall,
Ard the povir estate forg'ue
In wbiche tiIat wa,er hal IT sette
And then bscometh the grnuGds so proudc
That il 40! have newe shroude.
Aad make SO qu-n, h'S robe and faery,
That il had news an hundred psyre
OF grape and hours lude and Pers,
And many full divers.
That is the robe meme inS
Through whche tue grounde to prsisn is.
But it would he an interminablc task to quote
the beautiful apos,rophes~ hich have been address,
ed to this regal divisun Of the year: we will on
" give another extract from Turkish address
to the season.
.sThou nearest the tale Of the nightingale,
that the vernsl season approaches The spring
has spread bower Of JOY in every grove, where
the almond. tree sheds its silver blossoms Be
cheerful; be full Of mirth; for the spring passes
soon away, it will not last.
The groves and hills are adorned with all
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