STANZAS
... ,.ST ANZAS. BY .LORD MoaPETi-. OR Lady, ask no lay from me, 'Tis well, at morn's refulgent hour, To sport beside the myrtle tree; -Our noon demands a shadier bower; The rays that.dart fierce heart beneath, Tbe gales that drop the frosty gem, Shiver or scorch the fluttering wreath, Eut'root and rear the bar&y stem- Oh Lady, ask no lay from me, 'Tis well on youth's unruffled tide, With streaming ...