Sylvia , in vain you wou'd evade
The accusation I have laid:
Your witty, criminal excuses,
Prove your intrigues with all the Muses.
Your guilty commerce with the nine,
Appears from each harmonious line;
Your guilt encreases — since 'tis fit,
We now add modesty to wit.

F OR at the Poets last assize,
Held at their temple near the skys,
The Cause was fairly tried at large,
And you found guilty of the Charge .
The Muses gave in their Report ,
Unspotted witnesses at court.

What strains are these, say Muse! which strike my eyes?
How smooth the dangerous soothing numbers rise?
Come all my faults, and follys to my aid,
E'er pride, and vanity my heart invade.
What Muse inspir'd? can they be female lays;
Can woman thus a woman deign to praise?
No 'tis some candid pen, some generous bard,
Who thus vouchsafes unmerited regard.
In whose bright Muse, mine by reflection shines,
And borrows lustre from his brighter lines.

B UT cease — for Rochefaucalt says we design,

Whilst you from Holt sweet accents sound,
Shall neighb'ring bards sit silent round?
So tunes the bird her midnight flute,
In shades — while all around is mute.
Enchanted with your lays too long,
I break from silence into song.

N YMPH of these healing Waters! say,
What power inspires your magic lay?
Smooth as the stream where You reside;
Rich as its vein, your numbers glide.
Say, do those salutary springs,
Pierian like, raise fancy's wings;
Not only cure the sick, the lame,
But animate poetic flame.

PART THIRD

Lenora looketh listlessly adown the garden walk.
" I am weary, oh! my mother, of thy tender talk;
" I am weary of the trees, moving to and fro,
" The fixed stars above, the running streams below.
" All things are the same but I, and only I, am dreary;
" And mother of my dreariness, I am very weary.
" Mother, brother, pull the flowers I planted in the spring,
" Smiling that I should smile the more upon their gathering!
" The bees will find them other flowers , oh! pull them, dearest mine,

PART SECOND

Tis a morn for a bridal. The merry bride bell
Ringeth loud through the green wood that skirts the chapelle,
And the priest and the altar awaiteth the bride
And the grave young sacristans jest slyly aside
At the work shall be doing;

While down through the wood rides the fair companie,
The youths with the courtship, the maids with the glee
Till the chapelle cross opens to sight and at once
All the maids sigh demurely and think for the nonce
So endeth a wooing!

PART FIRST

" Lenora, Lenora, " her mother is calling.
She sits at the door and hears the dew falling
Drop after drop, from the sycamores laden
With dew as with blossom, and calls home the maiden:
" Night cometh, Lenora. "

She looked down the garden walk covered with trees,
To the limes at the end where the green arbor is —
Some sweet thought or other may keep where it found her,
While forgot or unseen is the dream light around her.
Earth darkens before her. " Lenora! "

Domine exaudi orationem meam, auribus percipe.

Lord God, prayer oy mine:
To reach your ears
My humble supplication:
According to The true mercy takes
Avg Responds in affliction.

Estrive with your servant,
And full judgment comes,
Him for his offenses prove:
Car toy before man alive,
Just not able to find.

Alas, my enemy hath made me war
A prostrate my life in the earth:
Encor him is not enough,
Obscure pit surrounds me,

Confitebor tibi Domine in toto corde

It my fault as wholes Espritz
Your loz, and took
I exalt, and taken.
Before the great introduce myself,
Sing for you,
I ay deed grip.

In your sainct adoreray Temple,
Celebreray
Your fame,
For the love of your big 'goodness
And feaulte
As estimated.

For thou hast thy great deed moult Name
As you monstrant
Vray in Parolles:
As soon as I scream, you hear me.
When it's time
My cueur consoles.

Super flumina Babylonis.

Estants sitting at aquaticques banks
Babylon, wept melancholicques,
Remembering the land of Zion:
And in the middle of the house,
Where so many tears of regret espandismes,
Harps upon the willows vertz noz we pendismes.

When ceulx that there captives emmenarent us
Of the ring fort we importunarent,
Syon songs and recite:
Las dismes us Who could encourage
Noz sad cueurs singing praise

Beati omnes, which BUILDING Dominum

Blessed is quiconques
Serves God vouluntiers,
And wearied oncques
Suyvre of trails.

Of labor that do sçays
Will live conveniently,
Yra and your business
Well, and happily.

About the happiness of your online
Your wife in your house
Will be like a vine,
Wearing fruict galore.

And around the table
Your children will beaulx,
As delectable ung reng
D'olive wholes nouveaulx.