His business so augmented of late years, That he was forced, against his will no doubt (Just like those cherubs, earthly ministers), For some resource to turn himself about, And claim the help of his celestial peers, To aid him ere he should be quite worn out, By the increased demand for his remarks: Six angels and twelve saints were named his clerks. This was a handsome board—at least for heaven ; ON THIS DAY I COMPLETE MY THIRTY-SIXTH YEAR. MISSOLONGHI, January 22, 1824. 'Tis time this heart should be unmoved, Since others it hath ceased to move : Yet, though I cannot be beloved, Still let me love! My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone : The fire that on my bosom preys The hope, the fear, the jealous care, But 'tis not thus-and 'tis not here Such thoughts should shake my soul, nor now Where glory decks the hero's bier, Or binds his brow. The sword, the banner, and the field, Awake! (not Greece--she is awake!) Tread those reviving passions down Of beauty be. brought out personality i mcause, if you had. have thought it. What fools I way which like children STANZAS FOR MUSIC.. There be none of Beauty's daughters And like music on the waters Is thy sweet voice to me, When, as if its sound were causing And the midnight moon is weaving Her bright chain o'er the deep, So the spirit bows before thee, To listen and adore thee, With a full but soft emotion, Like the swell of Summer's ocean. DESCRIPTION OF HAIDEE FROM "DON JUAN." Her brow was overhung with coins of gold, That sparkled o'er the auburn of her hair, Her clustering hair, whose longer locks were roll'd In braids behind; and though her stature were Even of the highest for a female mould, They nearly reached her heel; and in her air There was a something which bespoke command, As one who was a lady in the land. Her hair, I said, was auburn; but her eyes Ne'er with such force the swiftest arrow flew : 'Tis as the snake late coil'd, who pours his length, And hurls at once his venom and his strength. Her brow was white and low, her cheek's pure dye (A race of mere impostors, when all's done I've seen much finer women, ripe and real, Than all the nonsense of their stone ideal). FROM "STANZAS." Could Love for ever Run like a river, And Time's endeavour Be tried in vain No other pleasure With this could measure, And like a treasure We'd hug the chain; Ends not in dying, And, formed for flying, Love plumes his wing; Let's love a season,— But let that season be only Spring. When lovers parted Feel broken-hearted, A few years older, Ah! how much colder For whom they sigh ! They pluck Love's feather From out his wing— But sadly shiver Without his plumage, when past the spring. FROM "THE VISION OF JUDGMENT." Saint Peter sat by the celestial gate : His keys were rusty, and the lock was dull, So little trouble had been given of late : Not that the place by any means was full, But since the Gallic era "eighty-eight," The devils had ta'en a longer, stronger pull, And "a pull all together," as they say At sea-which drew most souls another way. The angels all were singing out of tune, And hoarse with having little else to do, The guardian seraphs had retired on high, Save the recording angel's black bureau ; His business so augmented of late years, For some resource to turn himself about, To aid him ere he should be quite worn out, By the increased demand for his remarks: Six angels and twelve saints were named his clerks. This was a handsome board-at least for heaven; ON THIS DAY I COMPLETE MY THIRTY-SIXTH YEAR. MISSOLONGHI, January 22, 1824. 'Tis time this heart should be unmoved, Since others it hath ceased to move : Yet, though I cannot be beloved, Still let me love! My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone : The fire that on my bosom preys The hope, the fear, the jealous care, |