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Therefore, farewell, old Granta's spires :
No more, like Cleofas, I fly;
The reader 's tired, and so am I.
ON A DISTANT VIEW OF THE VILLAGE AND SCHOUL
"01 mihi præteritos referat si Jupiter annos." - VIRO. Ye scenes of my chillhood, whose loved recollection
Embitters the present, compareil with the past; Where science first dawn'd on the powers of reflection,
And friendships were form’d, too romantic to last; Where fancy yet joys to trace the resemblance
Of comrades, in friendship and mischief allied ; How welcome to me your ne'er-falling remembranco,
Which rests in the bosom, though hope is denied ! Again I revisit the hills where we sported,
T'he streams where we swam, and the fields where we fought; The school, where, loud warn'd by the bell, we resorted,
To pore o'er the precepts by pedagogues taught.
As reclining, at eve, on yon tombstone I lay ;
To catch the last gleam of the sun's setting ray.
Where, as Zanga, I trud on Alonzo o'erthrown;
I fancied that Mossop hiinself was outshone.*
By my daughters, of kingdom and reason deprived ;
I regarded myself as a Garrick revived.
Unfaded your memory dwells in my breast;
Your pleasures may still be in fancy possess'd. To Ida full oft inay remembrance restore me,
While fate shall the sharles of the future unroll !
More dear is the beam of the past to my soul.
Some new scene of pleasure should open to view,
“Oh! sucb were the days which my infancy knew !"
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On! did those eyes, instead of fire,
With bright but niild 1.ffection shine, Though they might kindle less desire,
Love more than mortal would be thiza for thou art form'd so heavenly fair,
Howe'er those orbs may wildly beam,
That fatal glance forbids esteem.
So much perfection in thee shone,
The skies might claim thee for their own ; Therefore, to guard her dearest work,
Lest angels might dispute the prize, She bade a secret lightning lurk
Within those once celestial eyes. These might the boldest sylph appal,
When gleaming with meridian blaze ; Thy beauty must enrapture all ;
But who can dare thine ardent gaze! "Tis said that Berenice's hair
In stars adorns the vault of heaven; But they would ne'er permit thee there,
Thou wouldst so far outshine the seven. For did those eyes as planets roll,
Thy sister-lights would scarce appear : E'en suns, which systems now control,
Would twinkle dimly through their sphere."
WOMAN! experience might have told me,
. . 1'wo of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
Having some business, do entreat her eyes
Woman, that fair and foud deceiver,
TO M. S. G.
Extend not your anger to sleep ;
I rise, and it leaves me to weep.
Shed o'er me your languor benign ;
What rapture celestial is mine!
Mortality's emblem is given :
If this be a foretaste of heaven!
Nor deem me too happy in this ;
Thus doom'd but to gaze upon bliss.
Oh! think not my penance deficient ! When dreams of your presence my slumbers begune,
To awake will be torture sufficient.
ON RECEIVING HER PICTURE.
Tais faint rosemblance of thy charms,
Though strong as mortal art could givo, My constant heart of fear disarms,
Revives my hopes, and bids me live.
. This line is almost a uteral translation from a wantsh prozork
Here I can trace the locks of gold
Which round thy snowy forehead wave,
The lips which made me beauty's slave.
Whose azure floats in liquid fire, 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,
Lifeless, unfeeling as thou art, 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, Unconscious that her image there
Held every sense in fast control. Through hours, through years, through time, 'twill cheer ;
My hope, in gloomy moments raise; In life's last conflict 'twill appear,
And meet my fond expiring gaze.
Our souls with fond affection glow not;
I'd tell you why,—but yet I know not.
And, Lesbia! we are not much older
Or told my love, with hope grown boldoz.
Two years have lingering past away, love !
At least I feel disposed to stray, love!
I, that am guilty of love's treason;
Caprice must be my only reason.
With jealous doubt my bosom heaves not;
One trace of dark deceit it leaves not.
No, no, my flame was not pretended;
For, oh! I loved you most sincerely;.
My bosom still esteems you dearly.
Absence has made me prone to rovinn;
Have found monotony in loving.
New beauties still are «laily bright'ning,
The forge of love's resistless lightning,
Many will throng to sigb like me, love!
Fonder, alas! they ne'er can be, love!
LINES ADDRESSED TO A YOUNG LADY,
WBO EAD BEEN ALARMED BY A BULLET FIRED BY THE AUTŁO
WHILE DISCHARGING HIS PISTOLS IN A GARDEN.
DOUBTLESS, sweet girl! the hissing lead,
Wafting destruction o'er thy charms,
Has fillid that breast with fond alarms.
Vex'd to behold such beauty hero,
Diverted from its first career.
The ball obey'd some hell-born guide;
In pity turn'd the death aside.
Upon that thrilling bosom fell;
Extracted from its glistening cell:
For such an outrage done to thee?
What punishment wilt thou decree!
• This word is used by Gray, in his poem to the Fatal Blators
Iron sleet of arrowy shower