When the fair one, and the dear one While rising sighs, and dewy eyes, EDINBURGH. A. M, THE SETTING SUN. WHEN rosy Eve revives the fragrant hours, W. EVANS, WRITTEN, AFTER HAVING SEEN A LOVELY BUT MISERABLE GIRL. BY MISS A. M. PORTER. SLIGHT was her form, and graceful; as she pass'd, my tears fell, and my looks follow'd her) Poor Loveliness! these charms which now attract "Passing attention, once perchance have graced "The social hearth, and o'er domestic joys "Cast a pure splendour:-Haply, o'er thy face "Some aged sire hath hung, and weakly deem'd "That heaven had given thee beauty, to be great: "And some fond, timid lover, thrilling shrunk "From thine eye's virtuous radiance, thinking still, "Himself too poor, to be thy virtue's meed.— "That beauty thus has sunk thee, thus hath driven "Peace, health, and innocence away, and left "The temple of thy God, thy spotless soul, "To be a brothel house, for want and vice. "E'en whilst my tears drop o'er the expressive pain "Which thy soft eyes are shooting, my chill'd heart "Shrinks from the wanton step, the asking mien.— "O, would to God! that thou wert once again "Such as thou wert, while yet a stainless child! "Tho' it should be thy fate to beg thy bread, "And steep the hard-earn'd bit in bitter tears: "Tho' a poor wretched outcast, thou should'st still "Hunger all day, and then at night repose "Cold on some lonely common; tho' no tongue "Should ever on thine ear, or aching heart, "Pour the warm tide of pity-still, O! still, "It would be better far to wander thus "Than to remain the slave of selfish vice, "The victim of the passions. Ah! thy reign. "Hath been but brief; thy wonderous beauty's power "Hath fail'd, perchance, because thy heart retained "Strong memory of its virtue, and too oft "Cast clouds o'er thy spent spirits, and denied "The power, to deck with mirth each riot scene. "Unhappy girl! a female eye shall shed "Those tears for thee, which ought, in drops of blood, "Shall rove about undaunted; whilst the wretch ZEPHYR. BY C. LEFTLY, ESQ. ZEPHYR! whither are you straying, With prankish girls in gardens playing, A butterfly's light back bestriding, Before Aurora's car you amble At noon, when Neptune's sea nymphs gambol, Braid their hair; When on the tumbling billows rolling, Or on the smooth sands idly strolling, Or in cool grottoes they lie lolling, To chace the moon-beams up the mountains You prepare; Or dance with elves on brinks of fountains, Now seen with love-lorn lillies weeping, TO MRS. SIDDONS. BY MISS SEWARD. SIDDONS! when first commenc'd thy ardent course, |