The New-York Weekly Magazine, or Miscellaneous Repository: Forming an Interesting Collection of Original and Select Literary Productions in Prose and Verse
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The New-York Weekly Magazine, or Miscellaneous Repository: Forming an Interesting Collection of Original and Select Literary Productions in Prose and Verse
American periodicals
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+For the New-York Weekly Magazine.+
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TO ELIZA.
Come, my Eliza, grace the sylvan scene,
Ah! fly, and leave the careful seats of woe;
No sorrows here intrude, all calm, serene,
Our happy hours in sweet contentment flow;
Bring guileless pleasures each succeeding day,
Then clap their joyous wings, and quickly haste away.
O’er neighbouring fields, unlike our smiling plain,
Fell tyranny his iron rod extends:
There furious war and devastation reign,
And pity bids us weep our slaughter’d friends
Yet cannot sympathy our peace molest,
We grow by sad comparison more blest.
O come, the time prophetic bards foretold,
When tyranny, and war shall be no more;
When circling years, restore the age of gold,
And every sorrow, want, and pain are o’er;
When heaven-born love, and peace shall reign again,
To bless an unambitious gentle race of men.
MATILDA.
Cedar Grove, 1776.
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_For the +New-York Weekly Magazine+._
EJACULATION
+Over the grave of my wife.+
And does this little space contain
The person of my wife?
Who, when alive, no house could hold,
Her _tongue! ! !_----Ah! what is _life_?
THEODORE.
New-York, July 24, 1796.
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TO AMANDA.
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