The Bee, or Literary Intelligencer Volume 11
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ISBN10: 115393244X
ISBN13: 9781153932448
Publisher: General Books
Pages: 102
Weight: 0.43
Height: 0.21 Width: 7.44 Depth: 9.69
Language: English
ISBN13: 9781153932448
Publisher: General Books
Pages: 102
Weight: 0.43
Height: 0.21 Width: 7.44 Depth: 9.69
Language: English
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated.1792 Excerpt: ... POETRT. TINDER AND FIRE. A LITTLI STOHV ADDRESSED TO YOUNG LADIES. For the Bee. Away! cries Caelia, warm and young, With all Our pedants grave and dull, Whose modesty tics up their tongue, Who sit like owls with wisdom overfull j Who muse and nod in thought profound, With leaden eyes that love the ground; And who, insensible to love, And deaf to beauty's ev'ry charm, L: ke walking s a ues coldly mave About, and merely do no harm Ah no! 'tii manners br.lk and gay, That fill the breast with warm desire; In short, give me the man whose clay is animated with a little fire. Bravo! cries Doctus, in his elbow chair, I like your spirit, --but take care; Tinder and fire, howe'er so co!d the weather, Without a licence, ne'er stiould come together. ON CHARITY. Far the Bee. Whili some attuise the love-sick lay, And soar where fancied pleasures dwell, With thee, Compassion! would 1 stray, Soft stealing to some lonely cell, In search of humble modest grief, And blushing when thou bring'st relief. The female mind, divinely kind, Celestial beams when so. rows flow, The honest heart, devoid of art, Cannot resist the tale of woe; The kindred soul seeks comfort ia the sky, Wafted, exulting, on a feeling sigh. Want link'd to vie; may pity claim, And ask an off'ring from thy hand, Thy tears express that still thy aim Is to relieve, not Reprimand; A sister hir'd from wirtue'.noeus a tear, For guilt and poverty are hard to bear. The new made orphan's artless tale, Plea's.not wi h thee, blest friend! in vain; Thy sighs are blended with the gale, . Thy healing balm relieves the pain; And Innocence, enrapiur'd, will intrude Its May morn tears and smiles of gratitude. Age, feeble, tottering to decay, A-kin ro childhood, near the tomb, Awaken'd by thy foat'ring ray, Forgets the grave..
