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The Shamrock

or, Hibernian Cresses. A Collection of Poems, Songs, Epigrams, &c. Latin as well as English, The Original Production of Ireland. To which are subjoined thoughts on the prevailing system of school education, respecting young ladies as well as gentlemen: with practical proposals for a reformation [by Samuel Whyte]

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SAPPHIC ODES.

INSCRIBED TO Miss BARBARA MONTGOMERY.

I. To the MUSE.

Mistress of the breathing Lyre,
Fair Queen of Harmony divine,
Fill with thy celestial Fire
Every Line!
Teach my Numbers to reveal
The Flame that in my Bosom glows,
All the fancied Joys I feel,
All the Woes.
Thou inspire the tender Lay!
Fair Chloe will the Verse approve!
All is innocent and gay;
All is Love.

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II. On the SPRING.

Nature leads the festive Dance!
The genial Sun appears!
And see the rosy Spring advance,
Smiling in Tears!
Earth in all her Charms we see:
How lovely is the Scene!
The Primrose buds; and every Tree
Is cloath'd in Green!
See the wild, the feather'd Throng
Assembled in the Grove!
Hark how they sing! And all the Song
Is Joy, and Love!

III. The INVITATION.

Fairest of Nature's Works, and best,
Why this unkind Delay?
Pity the Torment in my Breast!
O come away!

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The Breath of Morn exhales Perfume!
All Nature smiles! And see!
The Flowers with fairer Lustre bloom!
They bloom for thee!
Come, then, and taste the flowery Breeze!
With Rapture fill my Breast!
Ah gently smile my Heart to Ease!
Charm me to Rest!

IV. On SUMMER.

The Spring's enchanting Beauty flies
Before the Breath of May;
And all Earth's flowery Treasures rise
Blushing to Day.
How beauteous shines the empurpled Mead!
How lovely bloom the Flowers!
And see! the rosy Graces lead
The dancing Hours!
The Sun inspires a Joy divine
Through all the beauteous Scene!
And light-wing'd Peace, and Pleasure join
The smiling Train!

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V. The ALLUSION.

Beauty blooms on every Thorn!
Lovely shew the Fields to View!
Fair the Blush of rising Morn!
Fairer you!
Sweet the Flowers, in rich Array,
Pearled o'er with Morning Dew!
Sweet the Breath of infant May!
Sweeter you!
Mild the Breeze that fans the Grove!
Mild the feather'd Nation too!
Mild the Voice of happy Love!
Milder you!

VI. On AUTUMN.

Behold the rosy Summer flies:
Autumn succeeds, all blushing fair!
How gay the Fields! How clear the Skies!
How still the Air!

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See how the Earth in Smiles is clad!
How hot the Sun's meridian Rays!
O shelter me in yonder Shade
From the full Blaze!
Soft wafted on her purple Wings,
Fair Health bids every Sorrow cease;
And, lo! the yellow Harvest brings
Plenty, and Peace!

VII. To CHLOE.

Time's on the Wing, and will away—
Behold the Rose that scents the Skies!
Its blushing Beauties swift decay;
It fades, it dies.
The Lilly bows its silver Head;
The Violet sinks upon the Plain;
The Trees their leafy Honours shed:
How dull the Scene!
Since Time has Wings, and will away,
Do thou the present Hour improve!
O, while you can, devote the Day
To Mirth, and Love!

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VIII. On WINTER.

Spring, Summer, Autumn, all are fled;
And Winter, with a Face of Tears,
Wrapt up in Clouds her aged Head,
Sullen appears!
Her icy Mantle, see, she throws
O'er yon tall Mountain's misty Head!
Th'imprison'd Stream no longer flows!
Nature is dead!
How dull the Prospect Nature yields!
How bleak, and loud, the North-winds blow!
How cold the Air! How sad the Fields,
Cover'd with Snow!

IX. To CHLOE.

Content, and Joy, no more, retir'd
To this dull melancholy Seat,
Banish'd from all my Soul admir'd,
How hard my Fate!

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See! Sorrow hangs on every Flower;
Soft sigh the Rivers as they flow;
And pitying Nature in a Shower
Laments my Woe!
But, would my Chloe bless the Scene,
How soon would every Grief decay!
Nature again would smile serene;
Winter look gay!

X. To CONTENT.

Queen of every gay Delight
Fair Child of Innocence, and Love!
Hither wing thy airy Flight,
Hither move
With thee bring thy smiling Train,
Gay Happiness, and Length of Days,
Pleasures pure, and Joys serene,
Laughing Ease!
Banish Sorrow! Banish Strife!
O banish heart-corroding Care!
Soften every Grief of Life!
Gild Despair!