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 forlorn

Oh ! grant, that of those, who, in life's sunny slumber, Around us like summer barks, idly have play'd,

When storms are abroad, we may find in the number, One friend like the life-boat to 8y to our aid'.

Moore.

Oh ! too convincing—dangerously dear—

In woman's eye the unanswerable tear;

That weapon of her weakness she can wield,

To save—subdue—at once her spear and shield :

Avoid it—virtue ebbs and wisdom errs,

Too fondly gazing on that grief of hers !

What lost a world and bade a hero fly ?

The timid tear in Cleopatra's eye.

Yet be the soft Triumvir's fault forgiven;

By this—how many lose not earth but heaven,

Consign their souls to man's eternal foe,

And seal their own, to spare some wanton's woe !

Btron.

On scenes of public sorrow and national regret we gaze as upon those gallery-pictures which strike us with wonder and admiration : domestic calamity is like the miniature of a friend, which we wear in our bosoms, and keep for secret looks and solitary enjoyment.