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The Day Wind heal'd the smart
That fasten'd on my heart;
But, Oh, from grief was prest
The Joys that from my breast
Depart!
Winifred Virginia Jordan.
R. Kleiner, Laureatus. In Heliconem
Blest by Apollo and th' admiring Nine,
On Helicon see tuneful Kleiner shine.
Euterpe close his piping lay attends,
And with his notes her own in concord blends.
Fleet Pegasus th' enchanting music hears,
And beats his pinions, and pricks up his ears;
Whilst the skill'd Erato, with sacred lyre,
Joins in the strain, and feels the noble fire.
Melpomene forgets her dark alarms,
And Polyhymnia lays aside her psalms:
The fair Thalia smiles with brighter grace,
And gay Terpsichore suspends her pace:
Calliope and Clio rest their quills,
As wise Urania at the chorus thrills.
The mighty Phoebus trembles on his throne,
For Kleiner's chords are sweeter than his own!
H.P. Lovecraft.
The Best Wine
Weary of Care, I went in search of Joy,
And drank my greedy fill of Pleasure's Wine,
Until, soul-sick, I knew the Grim Decoy;
The Bitter Dregs of Discontent were mine.
'Twas then a ragged urchin by the way
Held out his little hand--and I confess
That in the Joy I gave to him that day
I found the Dregless Wine of Happiness!
William de Ryee.
Ye Ballade of Patrick von Flynn.
Or, The Hibernio-German-American England-Hater.
By Lewis Theobald, Jun.
"Germanis ipsis Germantores"
