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CONTENTS..

The Fall of Hebe, a Dithyrambic Ode. . . . Page 888

To.That wrinkle, when first I

espied it. . . . 392

AnacreonticShe never lookll so kind before .

To Mrs. ..Is not thy mind a gentle mind?

Hymn of a Virgin of Delphi at the Tomb of her Mother 393

Rings and Seals. . .. 394

To Miss Susan Bcue n, on her Singing. . . 395

Lines written at the Cohos, or Falls of the Mohawk River .

Cloris and Fanny.. . . . . . . . 396

ToMiss.... With womans form and womans tricks.

To..How can I sing of fragrant

sighs ? , . .

Song of the Evil Spirit of the Woods, . . . 397

, To Mrs. Henry T-ghe, on reading her Psyche . 398

, Impromptu upon leaving some Friends. . . . 399

Epistle VIII. To the Honourable William Spencer ...

A Warning. 401

To.Tis time, I feel, to leave thee now 402

From the High Priest of Apollo to a Virgin of Delphi 403

Woman...405

, Ballad Stanzas. . 406

To .Come, take the harp

A Vision of Philosophy. ... . .

To.The world had just begun to

steal

, Drpams.to ....

To Mrs.To see thee every day that came

A Canadian Boat-Song .....

Epistle IX. To Lady Charlote Rwdn. 412

Impromptu.Twas but for a moment . . , . 416

Written "on passing Deadmans Island .

To the Boston Frigate .....

To Lady II...

To ..Never mind howthepedagogue

proses .

Extract from the Devil among the ScholarsFragments of a Journal to G. M. Esq. ... 423

To a friend ........ 426

Fanny, my love , we neer were sages. ... 427

Song. I neer on that lip ,

From the Greek. Ive pressd her bosom .

On a beautiful East-Indian ....

To I know that none can smile like thee . . 428

, At, Night ... . . .

, To I often wish that thou wert dead .

NATIONAL AIRS, . 429

Advertisement.. . . 430

No. I. A Temple to Friendship Spanish Air. 481

Flow on, thou shining river Portug . Air.

- All tliat!s bright must fade Indian Air.

So warmly we met Hungarian Air. 432

Those evening bells Air The Bells of St. Petersb.

Should those, fond hopes Portug . Air. .

Reason,. Folly, and Beauty I tat. Air, . . .

Fare thee Well, thou lovely one Sicil. Air..

Bost thou remember Portug . Air.

Oh! come to. me when daylight sets Venet. Air. .

Oft, in the stilly piglit,. Scotch Air.

Hark! the vesper .hymn is stealing Russ. Air.

No. II. Love and Hope Swiss Air. . . .

There comes a time German Air.

* My harp has one unchanging theme Swed. Air .

Oh! no not een when first we loved Cashmer. Air

Peace he around tliee Scotch Air.

Common sense and genius French Air . . .

Then, fare thee well Old Engl. Air.

Gaily sounds the castanet Maltese Air.

-- Love is a hunteivboy Languedoc. Air. .