...Such feelings gush'd, to Lydian numbers weaving, As never had her lip express'd before. VII. SONG Day, in melting purple dying, Blossoms, all around me sighing,...Ye but waken my distress : I am sick of loneliness. Thou to whom 1 lore to hearken, Come, ere night around me darken ; Though thy softness but deceive...

...her amber lamps, to mateh — « Thy face, when turn'd away from bower and SONG.' palace fair. DAT, in melting purple dying, Blossoms, all around me sighing,...Ye but waken my distress ; I am sick of loneliness. Sweet to the lip the draught, the blushing fruit ; Music and perfumes mingle with the soul ; How thrills...

...the most imaginative of all poetesses." Mrs. Brooks now resides in the island, of Cuba. SONG.' DAT, in melting purple dying, Blossoms, all around me sighing,...Ye but waken my distress : I am sick of loneliness. Thou to whom I love to hearken. Come, ere night around me darken ; Though thy softness but.deceive...

...amber lamps, to match — •— Thy face, when tum'd away from bower and SONG.* palace fair. DAT, in melting purple dying, Blossoms, all around me sighing,...ringlets playing, Ye but waken my distress ; I am sick ot lonelmess. Sweet to the lip the draught, the blushing fruit ; Music and perfumes mmgle with the...

...and despairing Of what it would, descends and sips the nearest draught. SONG. (FROM THE SAME.) DAY, in melting purple dying, Blossoms, all around me sighing,...Ye but waken my distress: I am sick of loneliness. Though thy softness but deceive me, Say thou'rt true, and I'll believe thee; Veil, if ill, thy soul's...

...the fable of Jupiter and Alcmena. Great Nature's heart, oh ! pity mine ! MARIA BROOKS. 89 SONG. DAT, in melting purple dying, Blossoms, all around me sighing,...Ye but waken my distress ; I am sick of loneliness. Thou, to whom I love to hearken, Come, ere night around me darken ; Though thy softness but deceive...

...chain of memoiy. SONG. DAY, in melting purple dying, Blossoms, all around rne sighing, Fragrance, frorn the lilies straying, Zephyr, with my ringlets playing,...Ye but waken my distress; I am sick of loneliness. Thou, to whom I love to hoarken, Come, ere night around nie darken; Though thy softness but deceive...

...sickens at thy light ; But Nature, ever kind, soon heals or gives him death. SONO— no* THI SAM. Day, in melting purple dying, Blossoms, all around me sighing*,...Ye but waken my distress : I am sick of loneliness. Thou, to whom I love to hearken, Come, ere night around me darken ; Though thy softness but deceive...

...sickens at thy light; But Nature, ever kind, soon heals or gives him death. BONO—Fl'.IIM TOT SAME. Day, in melting purple dying, Blossoms, all around me sighing,...lilies straying, Zephyr, with my ringlets playing, I am sick of loneliness. Ye but waken my distress: Thou, to whom I love to hearken, Come, ere night...

...and Mary smile again. DAY, IN MELTING PURPLE DYING. lies. MABIA BBOOKS. Born 1812 ; died 1816.* DAY, in melting purple dying, Blossoms, all around me sighing,...Ye but waken my distress ; I am sick of loneliness. * Mrs. Brooks, as one of the early American writers, merits a few words of mention. She is the authoress...