4. Let him, who from thy neck unbound Restring the chords, renew the clasp. 5. When thou wert changed, they alter'd too; The chain is broke, the music mute: 'Tis past-to them and thee adieu— False heart, frail chain, and silent lute. SONNET. To Genevra. THINE eyes blue tenderness, thy long fair hair, That-but I know thy blessed bosom fraught When from his beauty-breathing pencil born, (Except that thou hast nothing to repent) The Magdalen of Guido saw the morn— Such seem'st thou-but how much more excellent! With nought Remorse can claim-nor Virtue scorn. SONNET. To Genevra. THY cheek is pale with thought, but not from woe, While gazing on them sterner eyes will gush, Gleams like a seraph from the sky descending, Inscription on the Monument of a Newfoundland Dog. WHEN Some proud son of man returns to earth, The sculptor's art exhausts the pomp of woe, Not what he was, but what he should have been: Oh man! thou feeble tenant of an hour, Who knows thee well must quit thee with disgust, Thy love is lust, thy friendship all a cheat, By nature vile, ennobled but by name, Each kindred brute might bid thee blush for shame. Newstead Abbey, Oct. 30, 1808. I |