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Rein'd with respects, stands dumb,

Still fearing to offend.

Then since in vain I plaints impart

To scornful ears, in a contemned scroll,
And since my tongue betrays my heart,
And cannot tell the anguish of my soul,

Henceforth I'll hide my losses,
And not recount the crosses

That do my joys o'erthrow;
At least, to senseless things,
Mounts, vales, woods, floods, and springs,

I shall them only show.

Ah! unaffected lines,

True models of my heart;
The world may see that in you shines
The

power of passion, more than art.

WILLIAM HERBERT,

EARL OF PEMBROKE.

The character of this nobleman is (as lord Orford has already

observed) most admirably drawn by lord Clarendon. (Hist. Rebellion, Vol. I. p. 57.) A collection of poems, partly written by him, partly by Sir Benjamin Ruddier, and partly (as it should seem) transcribed from other writers, was published in 1660, in one volume 8vo. If the following poem be really his, it is highly creditable to his taste.

A SONNET.

So glides along the wanton brook,

With gentle pace into the main, Courting the banks with amorous look

He never means to see again.

And so does fortune use to smile

Upon the short-lived fav'rite's face, Whose swelling hopes she does beguile,

And always casts him in the race.

And so doth the fantastic boy,

The god of the ill-managed flames, Who ne'er kept word in promised joy,

To lover, nor to loying dames, So all alike will constant prove, Both fortune, running streams, and love.

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EDWARD LORD HERBERT

OF CHERBURY.

This noble author is little known as an English poet, and it must be confessed that his younger son, Henry Herbert, who collected and published his poetry, shewed niore piety than taste by that publication. Its title is “ Occasional “ Verses of Edward lord Herbert, baron of Cherbury and “ Castle-island, deceased in August, 1648. London, printed

“ by T. R. &c. 1665.” 95 pages, 12mo. The following, selected from an Ode of 35 stanzas, are the

most tolerable verses in this little volume.

An Ode upon a question moved, whether Love should

continue for ever ?

Having interr’d her infant birth,

The watery ground that late did mourn,

Was strew'd with flowers, for the return Of the wish'd bridegroom of the earth.

The well-accorded birds did sing
Their hymns unto the pleasant time;

nd, in a sweet consorted chime, Did welcome in the cheerful spring.

To which, soft whistles of the wind,

And warbling murmurs of a brook,

And varied notes of leaves that shook, And harmony of parts did bind.

When, with a love none can express,

That mutually happy pair,

Melander and Celinda fair
The season with their loves did bless.

Walking thus tow'rds a pleasant grove,

Which did, it seem'd, in new delight

The pleasures of the time unite, To give a triumph to their love;

They staid at last, and on the grass

Reposed so, as o'er his breast

She bow'd her gracious head to rest, Such a weight as no burthen was.

Long their fix'd eyes to heaven bent,

Unchanged, they did never move,

As if so great and pure a love No glass but it could represent.

When with a sweet and troubled look,

She first brake silence, saying, “ Dear friend,

“ O that our love might take no end 6 Or never had beginning took !

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