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Though human, thou didst not deceive me,

Though woman, thou didst not forsake, Though loved, thou forborest to grieve me,

Though slander'd, thou never could'st shake, Though trusted, thou didst not disclaim me,

Though parted, it was not to fly, Though watchful, 'twas not to defame me,

Nor mute, that the world might belie. Yet I blame not the world nor despise it,

Nor the war of the many with oneIf my soul was not fitted to prize it,

'Twas folly not sooner to shun : And if dearly that error hath cost me,

And more than I once could foresee, I have found that, whatever it lost me,

It could not deprive me of thee.

SWIMMING.

Limbs ! how often have they borne me Bounding o'er yon blue tide, as I have skimmed The gondola along in childish race, And, masqued as a young gondolier, amidst My gay competitors, noble as I, Raced for our pleasure, in the pride of strength; While the fair populace of crowding beauties, Plebeian as patrician cheer'd us on With dazzling smiles, and wishes audible, And waving 'kerchiefs, and applauding hands, Even to the goal! How many a time have I Cloven with arm still lustier, breast more daring, The wave all roughen'd: with a swimmer's stroke Flinging the billows back from my drench'd hair, And laughing from my lip the audacious brine, Which kiss'd it like a wine cup, rising o'er

The waves as they arose, and prouder still
The loftier they uplifted me; and oft,
In wantonness of spirit, plunging down
Into their green and glassy gulfs, and making
My way to shells and sea-weed, all unseen
By those above, till they wax'd fearful; then
Returning with my grasp full of such tokens
As show'd that I had search'd the deep : exulting,
With a far-dashing stroke, and drawing deep
The long-suspended breath, again I spurn'd
The foum which broke around me, and pursued
My track like a sea-bird.

TO ******

Well! thou art happy, and I feel

That I should thus be happy too ;
For still my heart regards thy weal

Warmly, as it was wont to do.
Thy husband's blest—and 'twill impart

Some pangs to view his happier lot.
But let them pass-Oh! how my heart

Would hate him, if he loved thee not !
When late I saw thy favourite child,

I thought my jealous heart would break;
But when the unconscious infant smiled,

I kiss'd it, for its mother's sake.
I kiss'd it, and repress'd my sighs

Its father in its face to see;
But then it had its mother's eyes,

And they were all to love and me.
Mary, adieu! I must away:

While thou art blest, I'll not repine ;

But near thee I can never stay ;

My heart would soon again be thine. I deem'd that time, I deem'd that pride

Had quench'd at length my boyish flame; Nor knew, till seated by thy side,

My heart in all, save hope, the same. Yet was I calm : I knew the time

My breast would thrill before thy look ; But now to tremble were a crime

We met and not a nerve was shook. I saw thee gaze upon my face,

Yet meet with no confusion there : One only feeling couldst thou trace ;

The sullen calmness of despair. Away! away! my early dream

Remembrance never must awake: Oh! where is Lethe's fabled stream ?

My foolish heart be still, or break.

THERESA.

Theresa's form
Methinks it glides before me now,
Between me and yon chestnut's bough,
The memory is so quick and warm ;
And yet I find no words to tell
The shape of her I loved so well :
She had the Asiatic eye,

Such as our Turkish neighbourhood

Hath mingled with our Polish blood,
Dark as above us is the sky :
But through it stole a tender light
Like the first moon-rise at midnight ;

Large, dark, and swimming in the stream,
Which seem'd to melt to its own beam ;
All love, half languor, and half fire,
Like saints that at the stake expire,
And lift their raptured looks on high,
As though it were a joy to die.
A brow like a midsummer lake,

Transparent with the sun therein,
When waves no murmur dare to make,

And heaven beholds her face within.
A cheek and lip_but why proceed ?

I loved her then—I love her still ;
And such as I am, love indeed

In fierce extremesmin good and ill.

And say,

POEMS TO THE MEMORY OF THYRZA.

1. Without a stone to mark the spot,

what truth might well have said, By all, save one, perchance forgot,

Ah! wherefore art thou lowly laid ? By many a shore and many a sea

Divided, yet beloved in vain ; The past, the future fled to thee

To bid us meet-no-ne'er again! Could this have been a word, a look That softly said, “ We part in

peace,' Had taught my bosom how to brook,

With fainter sighs, thy soul's release. And didst thou not, since Death for thee

Prepared a light and pangless dart, Once long for him thou ne'er shalt see

Who held, and holds thee in his heart ? Oh! who like him had watch'd thee here?

Or sadly mark'd thy glazing eye, In that dread hour ere death appear,

When silent Sorrow fears to sigh, Till all was past? But when no more

'Twas thine to reck of human woe, Affection's heart-drops, gushing o’er,

Had flow'd as fast- as now they flow. Shall they not flow, when many a day

In these, to me, deserted towers, Ere call'd but for a time away,

Affection's mingling tears were ours ? Ours too the glance none saw beside ;

The smile none else might understand; The whisper'd thought of hearts allied,

The pressure of the thrilling hand ; The kiss so guiltless and refined

That love each warmer wish forbore ; Those eyes proclaimed so pure a mind,

Even passion blush'd to plead for more. The tone that taught me to rejoice,

When prone, unlike thee, to repine ; The song, celestial from thy voice,

But sweet to me from none but thine; The pledge we wore I wear it still,

But where is thine ?-ah! where art thou ? Oft have I borne the weight of ill,

But never bent beneath till now ! Well hast thou left in life's best bloom

The cup of woe for me to drain. If rest alone be in the tomb,

I would not wish thee here again ; But if in worlds more blest than this

Thy virtues seek a fitter sphere, Impart some portion of thy bliss,

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