For did those eyes as planets roll, Thy sister-lights would scarce appear: 1800. TO WOMAN. WOMAN! experience might have told me, O Memory! thou choicest blessing When join'd with hope, when still possessing; This record will for ever stand, "Woman! thy vows are traced in sand."+ TO M. S. G. WHEN I dream that you love me, you'll surely forgive For in visions alone your affection can live I rise, and it leaves me to weep Then, Morpheus! envelop my faculties fast, Shed o'er me your languor benign; Should the dream of to-night but resemble the last, What rapture celestial is mine! They tell us that slumber, the sister of death, Mortality's emblem is given: To fate how I long to resign my frail breath, If this be a foretaste of heaven! Ah! frown not, sweet lady, unbend your soft brow, Nor deem me too happy in this; If I sin in my dream, I atone for it now, "Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, To twinkle in their spheres till they return."-SHAKSPEARE. This line is almost a literal translation from a Spanish proverb. Though in visions, sweet lady, perhaps you may smile, When dreams of your presence my slumbers beguile, TO MARY, ON RECEIVING HER PICTURE. THIS faint resemblance of thy charms, Which round thy snowy forehead wave, Must all the painter's art defy, And bid him from the task retire. Here I behold its beauteous hue; But where's the beam so sweetly straying, Which gave a lustre to its blue, Like Luna o'er the ocean playing? Sweet copy! far more dear to me, Than all the living forms could be, Save her who placed thee next my heart. She placed it, sad, with needless fear, Lest time might shake my wavering soul, Held every sense in fast control. Through hours, through years, through time, 'twill LESBIA! since far from you I've ranged, Y Sixteen was then our utmost age, Two years have lingering pass'd away, love! "Tis I that am alone to blame, I that am guilty of love's treason; I do not, love! suspect your truth, No, no, my flame was not pretended; No more we meet in yonder bowers; Your cheek's soft bloom is unimpair'd, Arm'd thus, to make their bosoms bleed, LINES ADDRESSED TO A YOUNG LADY, WHO HAD BEEN ALARMED BY A BULLET FIRED BY THE AUTHOR WHILE DISCHARGING HIS PISTOLS IN A GARDEN. DOUBTLESS, Sweet girl! the hissing lead, And hurtling o'er thy lovely head, Has fill'd that breast with fond alarms. Surely some envious demon's force, *This word is used by Gray, in his poem to the Fatal Sisters:- Hurtles through the darken'd air." Yes! in that nearly fatal hour The ball obey'd some hell-born guide; Yet, as perchance one trembling tear, Which but belong'd to thee before. But thou, perhaps, may'st now reject Come, then, some other mode elect; Choose then, relentless! and I swear Nought shall thy dread decree prevent; Yet hold-one little word forbear! Let it be aught but banishment. LOVE'S LAST ADIEU. Αει, δ ̓ ἀει με φευγει.—ANACREON. THE roses of love glad the garden of life, Though nurtured 'mid weeds dropping pestilent dew, In vain with endearments we soothe the sad heart, The chance of an hour may command us to part, Still Hope, breathing peace through the grief-swollen breast, With this dream of deceit half our sorrow's represt, Oh! mark you yon pair: in the sunshine of youth Love twined round their childhood his flowers as they grew; They flourish awhile in the season of truth, Till chill'd by the winter of love's last adieu! Sweet lady! why thus doth a tear steal its way Thy reason has perish'd with love's last adieu! Oh! who is yon misanthrope, shunning mankind? Now hate rules a heart which in love's easy chains How he envies the wretch with a soul wrapt in steel! Youth flies, life decays, even hope is o'ercast; No more with love's former devotion we sue: In this life of probation for rapture divine, Astrea declares that some penance is due; From him who has worshipp'd at love's gentle shrine, Who kneels to the god, on his altar of light His myrtle, an emblem of purest delight; DAMÆTAS. IN law an infant, and in years a boy,* From every sense of shame and virtue wean'd; Versed in hypocrisy, while yet a child; Fickle as wind, of inclinations wild; Woman his dupe, his heedless friend a tool; Old in the world, though scarcely broke from school; * In law every person is an infant who has not attained the age of twenty one. |