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[From "Aurora."]

OH would to God a way were found
That by some secret sympathy unknown
My fair my fancy's depth might sound,
And know my state as clearly as her own!
Then blest, most blest were I:
No doubt beneath the sky,

I were the happiest wight :
For if my state they knew,
It ruthless rocks would rue,

And mend me if they might.

The deepest rivers make least din,

The silent soul doth most abound in care : Then, might my breast be read within,

A thousand volumes would be written there.
Might silence show my mind,

Sighs tell how I were pin'd,
Or looks my woes relate;

Then any pregnant wit,

That well remarked it,

Would soon discern my state.

Oft, those that do deserve disdain

For forging fancies get the best reward;
Where I, who feel what they do feign,

For too much love am had in no regard.
Behold, by proof we see,

The gallant living free

His fancies doth extend:

Where he that is o'ercome,

Rein'd with respects, stands dumb,
Still fearing to offend.

Then, since in vain I plaints impart

To scornful years, in a contemned scroll, And since my tongue betrays my heart,

And cannot tell the anguish of

my

Henceforth I'll hide my losses,
And not recount the crosses
That do my joys o'erthrow;

At least, to senseless things,

soul;

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, as the prefix denotes, 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-liv'd favourite's face,
Whose swelling hopes she doth beguile,
And always casts him in the race.

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And so doth the fantastic boy,

The god of the ill-manag'd flames, Who ne'er kept word in promis'd joy To lover, nor to loving dames.

So all alike will constant prove,

Both Fortune, running streams, and Love.

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, showed more piety than taste by that publication. Its title is Оссаsional Verses of Edward Lord Herbert, Baron of Cherbury and Castle-island, deceased in August, 1648,” 1655, 12mo.

The following, selected from an Ode of thirty-five 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,
And in a sweet consorted chime

Did welcome in the cheerful spring.