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Title: The Columbian magazine : or, monthly miscellany
Year: 1789 (1780s)
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Publisher: Philadelphia : T. Seddon, W. Spotswood, C. Cist & J. Trenchard
Contributing Library: University of Pittsburgh Library System
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equire.She nobly quits thereed and lyre;Inflames the bold with glorys charms,The trumpet grasps and sounds to arms.But should I now implore her aid,Laughter would seize the tuneful maid ; Each pbwr of harmony would smile ;Add double roughness to my stile;Bid evry verse in clangor vieWith Boreas, when he sweeps the sky; Or emulate old Oceans roar. When his fierce billov/s lash the shore. Such melody would grace the strains, Which tell of Hymens clanking chains-. Of thundring voices—threatiling air— And fury of the wrangling pair-Since then no Muses aid I ask. Truth must assist me in the task; And tho* pert wit and fancy frowil, Morality my tale shaU crown. Sequestered in retirements shade,Unpractised in coquetrvs trade,Yet not insensible to fame.Which bids the fair at conquest aim,And (midst the croud who sigh with art)Secure at least one honest heart,Ardelia livd—her parents boast—tsteemd—admird—the rural toast-Domestic industry, and tastein many au art, the maiden grac d.
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t 491 )The COLUMBIAN PARNASSIAN The wrangling Couple: A Moral Talc* TO sine the quarrels of a pair.Whom whim enticd to Hymens snare(Hymen, who, propefly implord,The truest blessmgs can atford,But, if indecently addressd.Racks with keen pangs the married bre^St)Shall I invoke the gentle Muse ?Alas ! her aid she must refuse.She loves to paint lifers happiest scene 5iThe glowing flowrs, the cheerful gteei^;The cot sequesterd in the grove;And all the dear delights of love.Oft when our countrys wrongs require.She nobly quits thereed and lyre;Inflames the bold with glorys charms,The trumpet grasps and sounds to arms.But should I now implm-e her aid,Laughter would seize the tuneful maid ; Each powr of harmony would smile ;Add double roughness to my stile;Bid evry verse in clangor vieWith Boreas, when he sweeps the sky; Or emulate old Oceans roar. When his fierce billows lash the shore. Such melody would grace the strains, Which tell of Hymens clanking chains— Of thundring voices—threatnm

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