TO JULIA. THOUGH Fate, my girl, may bid us part, But must we, must we part indeed? To leave so dear, so fond a lover? Does she too mourn?-Perhaps she may; Perhaps she mourns our bliss so fleeting⚫ But why is Julia's eye so gay, If Julia's heart like mine is beating? I oft have lov'd that sunny glow Of gladness in her blue eye gleamingBut can the bosom bleed with woe, While joy is in the glances beaming? No, no!-Yet, love, I will not chide; Although your heart were fond of roving, Ivor that, nor all the world beside Could keep your faithful boy from loving You'll soon be distant from his eye, And, with you, all that's worth possessing Oh! then it will be sweet to die, When life has lost its only blessing! Το SWEET lady, look not thus again: Those bright deluding smiles recall Yes, I did love her-wildly love- And I was destin'd to believe her! Then, lady, do not wear the smile Of one whose smile could thus betray; Alas! I think the lovely wile Again could steal my heart away. For, when those spells that charm'd my mind, I fear the heart which she resign'd NATURE'S LABELS. A FRAGMENT. In vain we fondly strive to trace The soul's reflection in the face; In vain we dwell on lines and crosses, And many a sage and learned skull And where all men might read-but stay- The argument most apt and ample For instance, then, if Nature's care Had not portray'd, in lines so fair, The inward soul of Lucy L-nd-n, This is the label she'd have pinn'd on. LABEL FIRST. Within this form there lies enshrin'd Though Feeling's hand may sometimes throw The lustre of the gem, when veil'd, Shall be but mellow'd, not conceal'd. Now, sirs, imagine, if you're able, LABEL SECOND. When I compos'd the fustian brain TO JULIA. ON HER BIRTHDAY WHEN Time was entwining the garland of years, And long may this garland be sweet to the eye, Young Love shall enrich it with many a sigh, A REFLECTION AT SEA. SEE how, beneath the moonbeam's smile, Thus man, the sport of bliss and care, And, having swell'd a moment there, CLORIS AND FANNY. CLORIS! if I were Persia's king, I'd make my graceful queen of thee; While FANNY, wild and artless thing, Should but thy humble handmaid be. There is but one objection in it- THE SHIELD. SAY, did you not hear a voice of death! That shrieks on the house of woe all night! Or a shiv'ring fiend that flew to a tomb, To howl and to feed till the glance of light? 'Twas not the death-bird's cry from the wood, For shiv'ring fiend that hung on the blast; 'Twas the shade of Helderic-man of bloodIt screams for the guilt of days that are past. Last night, 'tis in vain to deny it, Your Soul took a fancy to roam, And mine let her in with delight, And they talk'd and they laugh'd the time through; For, when souls come together at night, There is no saying what they mayn't do! And your little Soul, heaven bless her! I. I happen," said she, "but to steal In an instant she frightens me in "With some phantom of prudence or terror, So, instead of displaying my graces, He did not know much of the matter; So she whisper'd a word in his ear, TO ROSA. WRITTEN DURING ILLNESS. THE wisest soul, by anguish torn, But love's an essence of the soul, NEVER mind how the pedagogue proses, Oh! never should smell of the lamp. Old Cloe, whose withering kiss Hath long set the Loves at defiance, Better light than she studies above; Your Arithmetic only can trip If to count your own charms you endeavour; And eloquence glows on your lip When you swear, that you'll love me for ever. Thus you see, what a brilliant alliance And, oh!-if a Fellow like me May confer a diploma of hearts, With my lip thus I seal your degree, My divine little Mistress of Arts! ON THE DEATH OF A LADY. SWEET spirit! if thy airy sleep Nor sees my tears nor hears my sighs, Then will I weep, in anguish weep, Till the last heart's drop fills mine eyes. But if thy sainted soul can feel, And mingles in our misery; The beam of morn was on the stream, Thou wert not form'd for living here, With olive-branch I bound thy head, Which was to bloom through all thy years Such was the wild but precious boon Bade me to Nona's image pay; How blest around thy steps I'd play. Thy life in peace should glide along, That's heard at distance in the grove; But all be beauty, peace, and love. So gently o'er thy brow he'd fly; INCONSTANCY. AND do I then wonder that Julia deceives me, Oh, woman! your heart is a pitiful treasure; By your heart, when the fond sighing lover can win it, ELEGIAC STANZAS, SUPPOSED TO BE WRITTEN BY JULIA, ON THE DEATH THOUGH Sorrow long has worn my heart; Though in my earliest life bereft I still had hopes-for hope will stay So like the star which ushers day, I hop'd that, after all its strife, That brother's breast was warm with truth, He should have stay'd, have linger'd here We saw within his soul expand The fruits of genius, nurs'd by taste; We saw, by bright degrees, his mind Grow rich in all that makes men dear;Enlighten'd, social, and refin'd, In friendship firm, in love sincere. Such was the youth we lov'd so well, Close as the fondest links could strain, TO THE LARGE AND BEAUTIFUL MISS.... IN ALLUSION TO SOME PARTNERSHIP IN A LOTTERY SHARE IN wedlock a species of lottery lies, Where in blanks and in prizes we deal; If ever, by Fortune's indulgent decree, A sixteenth, Heav'n knows! were sufficient for me; A DREAM. I THOUGHT this heart enkindled lay On Cupid's burning shrine: I thought he stole thy heart away, I saw thy heart begin to melt, ΤΟ WITH all my Joul, then, let us part, Since both are anxious to be free; We've had some happy hours together, 'Tis not that I expect to find A more devoted, fond and true one, With rosier cheek or sweeter mindEnough for me that she's a new one. Thus let us leave the bower of love, Where we have loiter'd long in bliss; And you may down that pathway rove, While I shall take my way through this ANACREONTIC. "SHE never look'd so kind before"Yet why the wanton's smile recall? "I've seen this witchery o'er and o'er, ""Tis hollow, vain, and heartless all!" Thus I said and, sighing, drain'd The cup which she so late had tasted; I took the harp, and would have sung On whom cut Lainia could they hang? Those eyes of hers, that floating shine, Like diamonds ir some Eastern river; hat kiss, for whia, if worlds were mine, A world for ever ass I'd give her. That frame so delicate, yet warm'd To let the spirit's light shine through Of these I sung, and notes and words False harp! false woman!-such, oh, such Can set their chords or pulses thrilling. And when that thrill is most awake, And when you think Heaven's joys await you The nymph will change, the chord will breakOh Love, oh Music, how I hate you! TO JULIA. I SAW the peasant's hand unkind From yonder oak the ivy sever; They seem'd in very being twin'd; Yet now the oak is fresh as ever! Not so the widow'd ivy shines: Torn from its dear and only stay, Thus, Julia, did our hearts entwine, HYMN OF A VIRGIN OF DELPHI, AT THE TOMB OF HER MOTHER Он, lost, for ever lost-no more In holy musings shall we roam, Some laurel, by the winds o'erthrown, And hear thee say, "This humble bough "Was planted for a doom divine; "And, though it droop in languor now, "Shall flourish on the Delphic shrine! "Thus, in the vale of earthly sense, "Though sunk awhile the spirit lies, "A viewless hand shall cull it thence, "To bloom immortal in the skies." All that the young should feel and know, Fond sharer of my infant joy, When, meeting on the sacred mount, Our nymphs awak'd their choral lays, And danc'd around Cassotis' fount; As then, 'twas all thy wish and care, My foot the lightest o'er the green: And guiding every mazy tread. And weds them into harmony. Flow, Plistus, flow, thy murmuring wave LOVE AND MARRIAGE Wise enough, but never rigid; Were she all this ten times over, All that heav'n to earth allows, I should be too much her lover Ever to become her spouseLove will never bear enslaving; Summer garments suit him best; Bliss itself is not worth having, If we're by compulsion blest. TO JULIA. OUR hearts, my love, were form'd to be The genuine twins of Sympathy, They live with one sensation: In joy or grief, but most in love, Like chords in unison they move, And thrill with like vibration. How oft I've heard thee fondly say, THE SNAKE. My Love and I, the other day, "See," said the maid with thoughtful eyes— "Yonder the fatal emblem lies! "Who could expect such hidden harm "Beneath the rose's smiling charm >" Never did grave remark occur Less à-propos than this from her I rose to kill the snake, but she, Half-smiling, pray'd it might not be. "No," said the maiden-And, alas, Her eyes spoke volumes while she said it"Long as the snake is in the grass, "One may, perhaps, have cause to dread i: "But, when its wicked eyes appear, "And when we know for what they wink sc, One must be very simple, dear, "To let it wound one-don't you think so?" TO ROSA. Is the song of Rosa mute? Once more such lays inspir'd ner lute! Never doth a sweeter song Steal the breezy lyre along, When the wind, in odours dying, Is my Rosa's lute unstrung? ELEGIAC STANZAS. WHEN wearied wretches sink to sleep, How heavenly soft their slumbers lie! How sweet is death to those who weep, To those who weep and long to die! Saw you the soft and grassy bed, Where flow'rets deck the green earth's breast' "Tis there I wish to lay my head, 'Tis there I wish to sleep at rest. Oh, let not tears embalm my tomb,- THE TEAR. ON beds of snow the moonbeam slept, A warm tear gush'd, the wintry air An angel, wand'ring from her sphere, ANACREONTIC. I FILL'D to thee, to thee I drank, At length I bid an artist paint Thy image in this ample cup, That I might see the dimpled saint To whom I quaff'd my nectar up Behold, how bright that purple lip Now blushes through the wave at me Every roseate drop I sip Is just like kissing wine from thee And still I drink the more for this: For, ever when the draught I drain, Thy lip invites another kiss, And-in the nectar flows again. So, here's to thee, my gentle dear, Than bathes it in this bowl of mine! |