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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

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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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                   THE WISH.

  Where’s my Olivia, tell me where?
  Oh! could she all my pleasures share;
  Oh! could she---- No-- That thought restrain,
  She must not, shall not share my pain.

    How oft with her I’ve rang’d the fields,
  Pleas’d with the blessings friendship yields;
  Contented then, no more desir’d,
  And only sung what it inspir’d.

    Soon may she come, and with her bring
  That peace which taught me first to sing,
  That calm contentment which attends
  The gentle intercourse of friends.

    ’Till then in vain I seek relief,
  And sooth, with ev’ry art, my grief;
  Friendship alone can grief destroy,
  And tune the soul again to joy.

    Can bid each flatt’ring hope be still,
  To reason’s power subdue the will;
  Each feeling of the heart improve,
  And guard it from the darts of love.

    HENRICUS.

      New-York, _July 22, 1796_.


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     _For the +New-York Weekly Magazine+._

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  To a Gentleman who Obliged Me to Read Aloud,
  and Made Me Promise to Write Some Verses.

  THE THREAT.

  Strephon, as yet you have your way,
    No contradictions tease you;
  Submissive to despotic sway,
    I’ve read, I’ve wrote to please you.

  Howe’er this empire to secure,
    You less should seem to know it,
  Your pow’r, believe me, won’t endure,
    If thus you strive to shew it.

  If conscious triumph you’d enjoy,
    You must not still perplex me;
  Nor all your wit and sense employ,
    On themes, _you know_, will vex me.

  The woman’s pride may rouze at last,
    It can’t be _always_ neuter,
  I freely can forgive the past,
    But do not tempt the future.

    PHYLLIS.

      New-York, _July 22, 1796_.


NEW-YORK: _+Printed by JOHN BULL, No. 115, Cherry-Street+, where every
Kind of Printing work is executed with the utmost Accuracy and
Dispatch.--+Subscriptions+ for this +Magazine+ (at 2s. per month) are
taken in at the Printing-Office, and by E. MITCHELL, Bookseller, No. 9,
Maiden-Lane._


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  _UTILE DULCI._

  THE NEW-YORK WEEKLY MAGAZINE;
  or, Miscellaneous Repository.

  +Vol. II.+]  +Wednesday, August 3, 1796.+  [+No. 57.+


  [[For sources, see the end of the e-text.]]

  _+View+ of the STARRY HEAVENS._

  (_Concluded from page 25._)

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General

The New-York Weekly Magazine, or Miscellaneous Repository: Forming an Interesting Collection of Original and Select Literary Productions in Prose and Verse

American periodicals

*   *   *

                   THE WISH.

  Where’s my Olivia, tell me where?
  Oh! could she all my pleasures share;
  Oh! could she---- No-- That thought restrain,
  She must not, shall not share my pain.

    How oft with her I’ve rang’d the fields,
  Pleas’d with the blessings friendship yields;
  Contented then, no more desir’d,
  And only sung what it inspir’d.

    Soon may she come, and with her bring
  That peace which taught me first to sing,
  That calm contentment which attends
  The gentle intercourse of friends.

    ’Till then in vain I seek relief,
  And sooth, with ev’ry art, my grief;
  Friendship alone can grief destroy,
  And tune the soul again to joy.

    Can bid each flatt’ring hope be still,
  To reason’s power subdue the will;
  Each feeling of the heart improve,
  And guard it from the darts of love.

    HENRICUS.

      New-York, _July 22, 1796_.


       *       *       *       *       *

     _For the +New-York Weekly Magazine+._

                   *   *   *

  To a Gentleman who Obliged Me to Read Aloud,
  and Made Me Promise to Write Some Verses.

  THE THREAT.

  Strephon, as yet you have your way,
    No contradictions tease you;
  Submissive to despotic sway,
    I’ve read, I’ve wrote to please you.

  Howe’er this empire to secure,
    You less should seem to know it,
  Your pow’r, believe me, won’t endure,
    If thus you strive to shew it.

  If conscious triumph you’d enjoy,
    You must not still perplex me;
  Nor all your wit and sense employ,
    On themes, _you know_, will vex me.

  The woman’s pride may rouze at last,
    It can’t be _always_ neuter,
  I freely can forgive the past,
    But do not tempt the future.

    PHYLLIS.

      New-York, _July 22, 1796_.


NEW-YORK: _+Printed by JOHN BULL, No. 115, Cherry-Street+, where every
Kind of Printing work is executed with the utmost Accuracy and
Dispatch.--+Subscriptions+ for this +Magazine+ (at 2s. per month) are
taken in at the Printing-Office, and by E. MITCHELL, Bookseller, No. 9,
Maiden-Lane._


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  _UTILE DULCI._

  THE NEW-YORK WEEKLY MAGAZINE;
  or, Miscellaneous Repository.

  +Vol. II.+]  +Wednesday, August 3, 1796.+  [+No. 57.+


  [[For sources, see the end of the e-text.]]

  _+View+ of the STARRY HEAVENS._

  (_Concluded from page 25._)

Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.

The New-York Weekly Magazine, or Miscellaneous Repository: Forming an Interesting Collection of Original and Select Literary Productions in Prose and Verse

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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