'Twould pleasure give, did time allow, To write thee more, but even now Propitious airs are gently sighing— The signal's up-Blue Peter's flying; Once more adieu-and O believe, Till time, on pinions glad and light, * A small blue flag, pierced white, kept flying at the mast-head previous to a vessel's sailing, as a signal for "all hands to repair on board." + Nautical phraseology has it "topsails loose and sheeted home," but I have taken a liberty in the above instance with the more technial form of expression, for the purpose of facilitating the metre. It is the last signal made before a ship puts to sea, and attention thereto is usually called by "a gun." WRITTEN IN SPAIN. "Those breathing forms, those ripe round lips FULL oft, when around the mild zephyr was sighing, I've sat by the cork tree, whose wide-spreading branches In beauty o'ershadows Iberia's land, And gaz'd (O my soul, how the mem❜ry entrances !) As oft, when the dance for brief moment was ended, * A Spanish dance. As mutely I've gaz'd when the troubadour's sonnet A joy-beam had call'd to the young maiden's eye, As stilly I've gaz'd at the dew-pearl upon it When wak'd he his lute with a tear or a sigh. * How gladly each mortal delusion resigning, Learn lessons of peace from these children of bliss! TO LAURA. " "Tis done, and since 'tis done, 'tis past recall, And since 'tis past recall, must be forgotten." "O he, be assured, has never prov'd PR'YTHEE, Laura, cease to lecture, Beauty's of so soft a texture "Twere a sin the gift to harm. When you say, I am not faithful, I rejoin, that you're too watchful- Since, sweet girl, yourself possessing Every grace by nature given, Pr'ythee do excuse my erring, When I seek a sister heaven. TO MISS On presenting the Author with some MS. poetry of her own composition. "Excellent wench !-Perdition catch my soul But I do love thee, and when I love thee not "Time goes on crutches Till love have all its rites." Not Ovid's warmly breathing lyre Not Sappho's tenderest song Not e'en Catullus' harp of fire, Nor Moore's mellifluous tongue; Nor all that's ere been sung or said The lay inspir'd by you. |