THE COURIER DOVE.

“Va, porter cet écrit à l’objet de mon cœur!”

Outstrip the winds my courier dove!

On pinions fleet and free,

And bear this letter to my love

Who’s far away from me.

It bids him mark thy plume whereon

The changing colours range;

But warns him that my peace is gone

If he should also change.

It tells him thou return’st again

To her who sets thee free;

And O! it asks the truant, when

He’ll thus resemble thee!

Lastly, from “Sixty-five Poems and Sonnets,” &c. recently published, he

ventures to extract one not less deserving the honour of perusal, than

either that he has presented:--

The Every-day Book and Table Book, v. 1 (of 3) or Everlasting Calendar of Popular Amusements, Sports, Pastimes, Ceremonies, Manners, Customs and Events, Incident to Each of the Three Hundred and Sixty-five Days, in past and Present Times; Forming a Complete History of the Year, Month, and Seasons, and a Perpetual Key to the Almanac · 第 129 / 982 题