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Light be the turf of thy tomb !

If so, it never shall be mine May its verdure like emeralds be.

To mourn the loss of such a heart, There should not be the shadow of gloom

The fault was Nature's fault, not thine, In aught that reminds us of thee.

Which made thee fickle as thou art. Young flowers and an evergreen tree

As rolls the ocean's changing tide, May spring from the spot of thy rest :

So human feelings ebb and flow; But nor cypress nor yew let us see;

And who would in a breast confide, For why should we mourn for the blest?

Where stormy passions ever glow? It boots not that, together bred,

Our childish days were days of joy :

My spring of life has quickly fled;
WHEN we two parted

Thou, too, hast ceased to be a boy.
In silence and tears,

And when we bid adieu to youth,
Half broken-hearted
To sever for years,

Slaves to the specious world's control

We sigh a long farewell to truth;
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss :

That world corrupts the noblest soul.
Truly that hour foretold

Ah, joyous season! when the mind
Sorrow to this.

Dares all things boldly but to lie;

When thought ere spoke is unconfined,
The dew of the morning

And sparkles in the placid eye.
Sunk chill on my brow-
It felt like the warning

Not so in Man's maturer years,
Of what I feel now.

When Man himself is but a tool;
Thy vows are all broken,

When interest sways our hopes and fears,
And light is thy fame;

And all must love and hate by rule.
I hear thy name spoken,

With fools in kindred vice the same,
And share in its shame.

We learn at length our faults to blend;

And those, and those alone, may claim,
They name thee before me,

The prostituted name of friend.
A knell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o'er me-

Such is the common lot of man:
Why wert thou so dear?

Can we then scape from folly free!
They know not I knew thee,

Can we reverse the general plan,
Who knew thee too well:

Nor be what all in turn must be?
Long, long shall I rue thee,

No; for myself, so dark my fate
Too deeply to tell.

Through every turn of life hath been,

Man and the world so much I hate,
In secret we met
In silence I grieve,

I care not when I quit the scene.
That my heart could forget,

But thou, with spirit frail and light,
Thy spirit deceive.

Wilt shine awhile, and pass away;
10 I should meet thee
After long years,

As glow-worms sparkle though the night,

But dare not stand the test of day.
How should I greet thee?
With silence and tears.

Alas! whenever folly calls

Where parasites and princes meet

(For cherish'd first in royal halls, TO A YOUTHFUL FRIEND.

The welcome vices kindly greet), FEW years have pass'd since thou and I

E'en now thou'rt nightly seen to add Were firmest friends, at least in name,

One insect to the fluttering crowd; And childhood's gay sincerity

And still thy trilling heart is glad Preserved our feelings long the same.

To join the vain and court the proud But now, like me, too well thou know'st

There dost thou glide from fair to fair, What trifles oft the heart recall;

Still simpering on with eager haste, And those who once have loved the most,

As flies along the gay parterre, Too soon forget they loved at all,

That taint the flowers they scarcely taste. And such the change the heart displays,

But say, what nymph will prize the flame So frail is early friendship's reign,

Which seems, as marshy vapours move, A month's brief lapse, perhaps a day's,

To flit along from dame to dame, Will view thy mind estranged again.

An ignis-fatuus gleam of love?

What friend for thee, howe'er inclined,

Mary, adieu ! I must away:
Will deign to own a kindred care ?

While thou art blest l'll not repine;
Who will debase his manly inind,

But near thee I can never stay ;
For friendship every fool may share ?

My heart would soon again be thine.
In time forbear; amidst the throng

I deem'd that time, I deem'd that pride, No more so base a thing be seen ;

Had quench'd at length my boyish flame; No more so idly pass along;

Nor knew till seated by thy side,
Be something, anything, but-mean.

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

My breast would thrill before thy look; LINES INSCRIBED UPON A CUP FORMED

But now to tremble were a crime-

We met,--and not a nerve was shook.
START not-nor deem my spirit fled ;

I saw thee gaze upon my face,
In me behold the only skull,

Yet meet with no confusion there;
From which, unlike a living head,

One only feeling couldst thou trace;
Whatever flows is never dull.

The sullen calmness of despair.
I lived, I loved, I quaff'd like thee:

Away! away! my early dream

Remembrance never inust awake:
I died: let carth my bones resign;

Oh! where is Lethe's fabled stream?
Fill up-thou canst not injure me ;

My foolish heart, be still, or break.
The wornı hath fouler lips than thine.
Better to hold the sparkling grape,
Than nurse the earth-worm's slimy brood :

INSCRIPTION ON THE MONUMENT OF A And circle in the goblet's shape

The drink of gods, than reptile's food.

WHEN some proud son of man returns to earth,
Where once my wit, perchance, hath shone, Unknown to glory, but upheld by birth,
In aid of others' let me shine;

The sculptor's art exhausts the poinp of woe, And when, alas! our brains are gone,

And storied urns record who rest below;
What nobler substitute than wine?

When all is done, upon the tomb is seen,

Not what he was, but what he should have been: Quaff while thou canst : another race, When thou and thine, like me, are sped,

But the poor dog, in life the firmest friend,

The first to welcome, foremost to defend, May rescue thee from carth's embrace,

Whose honest heart is still his master's own, And rhyme and revel with the dead.

Who labours, fights, lives, breathes for him alone, Why not? since through life's little day

Unhonour'd falls, unnoticed all his worth, Our heads such sad effects produce ;

Denied in heaven the soul he held on earth: Redeem'd from worms and wasting clay,

While man, vain insect I hopes to be forgiven, This chance is theirs, to be of use.

And claims himself a sole exclusive heaven.
Oh man! thou feeble tenant of an hour,
Debased by slavery, or corrupt by power,

Who knows thee well must quit thee with disgust,

Degraded mass of animated dust! WELL! thou art happy, and I feel

Thy love is lust, thy friendship all a cheat, That I should thus be happy too;

Thy smiles hypocrisy, thy words deceit ! For still my heart regards thy weal

By nature vile, ennobled but by name, Warmly, as it was wont to do.

Each kindred brute might bid thee blush for shame.

Yel who perchance bchold this simple urn, Thy husband's blest--and 'twill impart

Pass on-it honours none you wish to mourn : Some pangs to view his happier lot :

To mark a friend's reinains these stones arise ; But let them pass-Oh! how my heart

I never knew but one,--and here he lies. 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 insant 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.

WHEN Man, expellid from Eden's bowers,

A moment linger'd near the gate,
Each scene recall'd the vanish'd hours,

And bade him curse his future fate.

But, wandering on through distant climes,

And from that hour, when first thy tongue He learnt to bear his load o'gricf;

Confessd a love which equallid mine. Just gave a sigh to other times,

Though many a grief my heart hath wrung. And found in busier scenes relief,

Unknown, and thus unfelt by thine, Thus, lady! will it be with me,

None, none hath sunk so deep as this, And I must view thy charms no more;

To think how all that love hath nown;
For, while I linger near to thee,

Transient as every faithless kiss,
I sigh for all I knew before.

But transient in thy breast alone.
In flight I shall be surely wise,

And yet my heart some solace knew, Escaping from temptation's snare ;

When late I heard thy lips declare,
I cannot view my paradise

In accents once imagined true,
Without the wish of dwelling there.

Remembrance of the days that were.

REMIND me not remind me not,
Of those beloved, those vanish'd hours,

When all my soul was given to thee;
Hours that may never be forgot,
Till time unnerves our vital powers,

And thou and I shall cease to be.

Yes! my adored, but most unkind!

Though thou wilt never love again,
To me 'tis doubly sweet to find

Remembrance of that love reinain
Yes! 'tis a glorious thought to me,

Nor longer shall my soul repine,
Whate'er thou art, or e'er shalt be,

Thou hast been dearly, solely mine.



AND wilt thou weep when I am low!

Sweet lady ! speak those words again:
Yet if they grieve thee, say not so-

I would not give that bosom pain.

My heart is sad, my hopes are gone,

My blood runs coldly through my lrcast; And when I perish, thou alone

Wilt sigh above my place of rest.

Can I forget-canst thou forget,
When playing with thy golden hair,

How quick thy fluttering heart did move
Oh! by my soul, I see thee yet,
With eyes so languid, breast so fair,

And lips, though silent, breathing love.
When thus reclining on my breast,
Those eyes threw back a glance so sweet,

As half reproached, yet raised desire,
And still we near and nearer prest,
And still our glowing lips would meet,

As if in kisses to expire,
And then those pensive eyes would close,
And bid their lids each other seek,

Veiling the azure orbs below;
While their long lashes' darken'd gloss
Seem'd stealing o'er thy brilliant cheek,

Like raven's plumage smooth'd on snow.
I dreamt last night our love return'd,
And, sooth to say, that very dream

Was sweeter in its phantasy,
Than if for other hearts I burn'd,
For eyes that ne'er like thine could beam

In rapture's wild reality.
Then tell me not, remind me not,
Of hours wbich, though for ever gone,

Can still a pleasing dream restore,
Till thou and I shall be forgot,
And senseless as the mouldering stone,

Which tells that we shall be no inore.

And yet, methinks, a gleain of peace

Doth through my cloud of anguish shine; And for a while my sorrows cease,

To know thy heart hath felt for mine

O lady) blessed be that tear

It falls for one who cannot weep;
Such precious drops are doubly dear

To those whose eyes no tear may steep.

Sweet lady! once my heart was warm

With every feeling soft as thine;
But beauty's self hath ceased to charm

A wretch created to repine.

Yet wilt thou weep when I am low?

Sweet lady! speak those words again ;
Yet if they grieve thee, say not so

I would not give that bosom pain,



THERE was a time, I need not name,

Since it will ne'er forgotten be, When all our feelings were the same

As still my soul hath been to thçe.

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Felt the glow which now gląddens my heart to its

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1807Let us drink !-who would not ?--since, through life's 'Tis long since I beheld that eye varied round,

Which gave me bliss or misery; In the goblet alone no deception is found,

And I have striven, but in vain,

Never to think of it again ; I have tried in its turn all that life can supply ;

For though I fly from Albion, I have bask'd in the beam of a dark rolling eye;

I still can only love but one. I have loved !--who has not?-but what heart can

As some lone bird, without a mate, declare, That pleasure existed while passion was there?

My weary heart is desolate;

I look around, and cannot trace In the days of my youth, when the heart's in its spring,

One friendly smile, or welcome face;

And ev'n in crowds am still alonc, And dreams that affection can never take wing,

Because I cannot love but one. I had friends !—who has not?- but what tongue will avow,

And I will cross the whitening foam, That friends, rosy wine! are so faithful as thou?

And I will seek a foreign home;

Till I forget a false fair face, The heart of a mistress some boy may estrange,

I ne'er shall find a resting-place ; Friendship shifts with the sunbeam-thou never canst My own dark thoughts I cannot shun, change;

But ever love, and love but one. Thou grow'st old !-who does not ?-but on earth what

The poorest, veriest wretch on carth appears, Whose virtues, like thiné, still increase with its years?

Still finds some hospitable hearth,

Where Friendship's or Love's softer glow Yet if blest to the utmost that love can bestow,

May smile in joy or soothe in woe; Should a rival Low down to your idol below,

But friend or leman I have none, We are jealous |--who's not f-thou hast no such Because I cannot love but one. alloy ;

I go—but wheresoe'er I flee For the more that enjoy thee, the more we enjoy.

There's not an eye will weep for me;

There's not a kind congenial heart,
Then the season of youth and its vanities past,

Where I can claim the meanest part ;
For refuge we fly to the goblet at last;
There we find-do we not?-in the flow of the soul,

Nor thou, who hast my hopes undone,

Wilt sigh, although I love but one. That truth, as of yore, is confined to the bowl.

To think of every early scene, When the box of Pandora was open'd on earth,

Of what we are, and what we've been, And Misery's triumph commenced over Mirth,

Would whelm some softer hearts with woeHope was left, -was she not ?-but the goblet we kiss,

But mine, alas ! has stood the blow; And care not for Hope, who are certain of bliss.

Yet still beats on as it begun, Long life to the grape ! for when summer has flown,

And never truly loves but one. The age of our nectar shall gladden our own :

And who that dear loved one may be, We must die—who shall not ?–May our sins be for Is not for vulgar eyes to see; given,

And why that early love was crost,
And Hebe shall never be idle in heaven,

Thou know'st the best, I feel the most :
But few that dwell beneath the sun
Have loved so long, and loved but one.

I've tried another's fetters too,

With charins perchance as fair to view;

And I would fain have loved as well,
'Tis done-and shivering in the gale

But some unconquerable spell
The bark unfurls her snolvy sail;

Forbade my bleeding breast to own
And whistling o'er the bending mast,

A kindred care for auglit but one.
Loud sings on high the freshening blast;

'Twould soothe to take one lingering view, And I must from this land be gone,

And bless thee in my last adieu ;
Because I cannot love but one.

Yet wish I not those eyes to weep

For him that wanders o'er the deep;
But could I be what I have been,

His home, his hope, his youth are gone,
And could I see what I have seen-
Could I repose upon the breast

Yet still he loves, and loves but one.
Which once my warmest wishes blest-
I should not seek another zone
Because I cannot love but one.


Oh Lady! when I left the shore, * Mrs. Musters, formerly Mary Chaworth.

The distant shore which gave me birth.


I hardly thought to grieve once more,

STANZAS To quit another spot on earth :


WHILE BEWILDERED NEAR MOUNT PINDUS Yet here, amidst this barren isle,

Where panting Nature droops the head,
Where only thou art seen to smile,

CHILL and mirk is the nightly blast,
I view my parting hour with dread.

Where Pindus' inountains rise,

And angry clouds are pouring fast
Though far from Albin's craggy shore,

The vengeance of the skies.
Divided by the dark blue main;
A few brief rolling seasons o'er,

Our guides are gone, our hope is lost,
Perchance I view her cliffs again :

And lightnings, as they play,

But show where rocks our path have crost, But wheresoe'er I now may roam,

Or gild the torrent s spray,
Through scorching clime and varied sea,
Though Time restore me to my home,

Is yon a cot I saw, though low?
I ne'er shall bend mine eyes on thee:

When lightning broke the gloom

How welcome were its shade !-ah, no! On thee, in whom at once conspire

'Tis but a Turkish tomb. All charms which heedless hearts can move, Whom but to see is to admire,

Through sounds of foaming waterfalls, And, oh! forgive the word—to love.

I hear a voice exclaim

My way.worn countryman, who calls Forgive the word, in one who ne'er

On distant England's name. With such a word can more offend ;

A shot is fired-by foe or friend? And since thy heart I cannot share,

Another-'tis to tell Believe me, what I am, thy friend.

The mountain-peasants to descend, And who so cold as look on thee,

And lead us where they dwell. Thou lovely wanderer, and be less ?

Oh! who in such a night will dare Nor be, what man should ever be,

To tempt the wilderness? The friend of Beauty in distress!

And who 'mid thunder-peals can hear Ah, who would think that form had past

Our signal of distress? Through Danger's most destructive path,

And who that heard our shouts would rise Had braved the death-wing'd tempest's blast,

To try the dubious road? And 'scaped a tyrant's fiercer wrath?

Nor rather deem from nightly cries

That outlaws were abroad!
Lady! when I shall view the walls
Where free Byzantium once arose,

Clouds burst, skies flash, oh, dreadful hour! And Stamboul's Oriental halls

More fiercely pours the storm! The Turkish tyrants now enclose;

Yet here one thought has still the power

To keep my bosom warın. Though mightiest in the lists of fame,

While wandering through each broken path, That glorious city still shall be ;

O'er brake and craggy brow; On me 'twill hold a dearer claim,

While elements exhaust their wrath, As spot of thy nativity:

Sweet Florence, where art thou ? And though I bid thee now farewell,

Not on the sea, not on the sea, When I behold that wondrous scene,

Thy bark hath long been gone : Since where thou art I may not dwell,

Oh, may the storm that pours on me, 'Twill soothe to be where thou hast been.

Bow down my head alone!



AS o'er the cold sepulchral stone

Some name arrests the passer-by: Thus, when thou view'st this page alone,

May mine attract thy pensive eye!

Full swiftly blew the swift Siroc,

When last I press'd thy lip;
And long ere now, with foaming shock,

Impell'd thy gallant ship.
Now thou art safe; nay, long ere now

Hast trod the shore of Spain;
'Twere hard if aught so fair as thou

Should linger on the main.

And when by thee that name is read,

Perchance in some succeeding year, Reflect on me as on the dead,

And think my heart is buried here.

And since I now remember thee

In darkness and in dread,
As in those hours of revelry

Which inirth and music sped;

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