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 SEVERAL OCCASIONS. But, ah ! if, beguil'd by'those flatterers fair, It believe, be undone, and sink chil!'d by despair, No more to their smiles can it smile in reply, Like you lonely rose, it must wither--or die ! 97 AUTUMN. TE Autumn is come, and the wild-flitting blast Reminds us that Summer's fair season is past, As it scatters relentless the blossoms so pale, That late lent their fragrance to sweeten the gale. ,~ No more rolls yon river, at intervals seeu, By. its bright wave betray'd, thro' its lattice of green, But the dun shrivelI'd leaves, from their parent-bough Obscure the swoln stream, they were wont to adorn. The big clouds sweep Swift 'er the Pale-yellow streak, That declining day left on chill Eve's sickly cheek, And the dim moon appears thro' the yapours to glide, Like the bark's lonely lamp o'er the drear ocean-tide. 0,,,  Goodie

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