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ADDRESSED TO MRS. AIR, ON HER DEPARTURE FOR PROVIDENCE; WHICH OUGHT TO HAVE BEEN WRITTEN BY SOMEBODY ELSE.
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A very accomplished lady, by the name of Air, residing at Providence, in the State of Rhode Island, was on the eve of departure from Boston, where she had been some months on a visit. A gentleman, celebrated for the frequency and felicity of his puns, was solicited by a friend of this lady to express his admiration in a farewell poem, which was, of course, expected to have been a poem of puns; but the parties were surprised to receive, in place of the expected jeu d'esprit, a grave series of compliments, conveyed in delightful poetry, but not one pun in the whole collection. This incident called forth the following
Yes! I am lost! By those bright eyes
Entrapp'd before I was aware!
Ev'n Hope deserts me! for my sighs
Are given to unconscious Air.
Entrapp'd before I was aware!
Ev'n Hope deserts me! for my sighs
Are given to unconscious Air.
Like the mild
Air which sweetly swells
The notes of an Æolian lyre,
Whose magic every woe dispels,
And fills us with seraphic fire,—
The notes of an Æolian lyre,
Whose magic every woe dispels,
And fills us with seraphic fire,—
This soothing, lovely
Air can make
The passions bend to her control,
And, with ethereal mildness, wake
The softest music of the soul!
The passions bend to her control,
And, with ethereal mildness, wake
The softest music of the soul!
Thy smile (like the pure
Air which blows
Where spirits of the blest unite),
Exhilarating Air! bestows
A dear delirium of delight!
Where spirits of the blest unite),
Exhilarating Air! bestows
A dear delirium of delight!
I live—I move—by means of Air;
Yet gentle Air resolves to fly!
Oh, stay! protect me from despair;
By Air deserted, I must DIE!
Yet gentle Air resolves to fly!
Oh, stay! protect me from despair;
By Air deserted, I must DIE!
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