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TO M. S. II
Awake, with it my fancy teems ;
In sleep, it smiles in fleeting dreams When I dream that you love me, you'll surely for- The vision charms the hours away, give,
And bids me curse Aurora's ray Extend not your anger to sleep;
For breaking slumbers of delight For in visions alone your affection can live,
Which make me wish for endless night. I rise, and it leaves me to weep.
Since, oh! whate'er my future fate,
Shall joy or wo my steps await, Then, Morpheus ! envelope my faculties fast,
Tempted by love, by storms beset,
Thine image I can ne'er forget.
Alas ! again no more we meet,
No more our former looks repeat; They tell us that slumber, the sister of death,
Then let me breathe this parting prayer Mortality's emblem is given :
The dictate of my bosom's care: To fate how I long to resign my frail breath,
May heaven so guard my lovely Quaker, If this be a foretaste of heaven.
That anguish never can o'ertake her ;
That peace and virtue ne'r forsake her, Ah! frown not, sweet lady, unbend your soft brow, But bliss be aye her heart's partaker ; Nor deem me too happy in this;
Oh! may the happy mortal, fated If I sin in my dream, I atone for it now,
To be by dearest ties, related, Thus doom'd but to gaze upon bliss.
For her each hour new joys discover,
And lose the husband in the lover! Though in visions, sweet lady, perhaps you may May that fair bosom never know smile,
What 'tis to feel the restless wo Oh! think not my penance deficient!
Which stings the soul with vain regret, When dreams of your presence my slumber beguile,
Of him who never can forget !" To awake will be torture sufficient.
WHEN I roved a young Highlander o'er the dark SWEBT girl! though only once we met,
heath, That meeting I shall ne'er forget;
And climb'd thy steep summit, oh Morven, of And though we ne'er may meet again,
snow! + Remembrance will thy form retain.
To gaze on the torrent that thunder'd beneath, I would not say, "I love," but still
Or the mist of the tempest that gathered below, * My senses struggle with my will:
Untutor'd by science, a stranger to fear, In vain to drive thee from my breast,
And rude as the rocks where my infancy grew, My thoughts are more and more represt;
No feeling, save one, to my bosom was dear; In vain I check the rising sighs,
Need I say, my sweet Mary, 'twas centred in you? Anuther to the last replies : Perhaps this is not love, but yet
Yet it could not be love, for I knew not the name, Our meeting I can ne'er forget.
What passion can dwell in the heart of a child?
But still I perceive an emotion the same What though we never silence broke,
As I felt, when a boy, on the crag-cover'd wild. Our eyes a sweeter language spoke;
One image alone on my bosom impressid, The tongue in flattering falsehood deals,
I loved my bleak regions, nor panted for new; And tells a tale it never feels :
And few were my wants, for my wishes were bless'd; Deceit the guilty lips impart,
And pure were my thoughts, for my soul was with And hush the mandates of the heart;
you. But soul's interpreter, the eyes, Spurn such restraint, and scorn disguise.
I arose with the dawn; with my dog as my guide, As thus our glances oft conversed,
From mountain to mountain I bounded along; And all our bosoms felt rehearsed,
I breasted § the billow of Dee's rushing tide, No spirit, from within reproved us,
And heard at a distance the Highlander's song: Say rather, “'twas the spirit moved us."
• To Mary Duff. First published in the second edition of Houns a Though what they utter'd I repress,
Morven, lofty mountain in Aberdeenshire: "Gormal of snow,'
expression frequently to be found in Ossian. For as on thee my memory ponders,
* This will not appear extraordinary to those who have been accustomed Perchance to me thine also wanders.
to the mountains ; it is by no means uncommon on attaming the top of BenThis for myself, at least, I'll say,
e-via Ben-y-bourd, &c., to perceive between the summit and the valley, donde Thy form appears through night, through day : spectator literally looks down upon the store, perfectly secure from its efecte
poaring down rain, and occasionally accompanied by lightning, while the
6 Breasting the lofty nirge-Shakapeare. • There locs were published in die private volume, and the fint edition of | The Dee is a beautiful river, which rises dear Mar Lolge, and we are Hos of Idlenem, but subuequency ornitted by the author.
the sea at New Aberdeen.
At eve, on my heath-cover'd couch of reposo, I will not complain, and though chill'd is affection,
No dreains save of Mary were spread to my view; With me no corroding resentment shall live:
forgive. I left my bleak home, and my visions are gone ; The mountains are vanish'd, my youth is no You knew that my soul, that my heart, my existence,
If danger demanded, where wholly your own; As the last of my race, I must wither alone, You knew me unalter'd by years or by distance,
And delight but in days I have witness'd before : Devoted to love and to friendship alone.
More dear were the scenes which my infancy knew; You knew-but away with the vain retrospection !
Too late you may droop o'er the fond recollection, Though cold is my heart, still it lingers with you. And sigh for the friend who was formerly yours When I see some dark hill point its crest to the For the present, we part, I will hope not for ever, sky,
For time and regret will restore you at last; I think of the rocks that o'ershadow Colbleen; *
To forget our dissension we both should endeavor, When I see the soft blue of a love-speaking eye,
I ask no atonement but days like the past.
That faintly resemble my Mary's in hue,
ON RECEIVING HER PICTURR
This faint resemblance of thy charms,
Though strong as mortal art could give,
Revives my hopes, and bids me live.
Which round thy snowy forehead wave,
The lips which made me Beauty's slave.
Yes, in that nearly fatal hour
The ball obey'd some hell-born guide ; LESBIA! since far from you I've ranged,
But Heaven, with interposing power,
In pity turned the death aside.
Yet, as perchance one trembling tear
Upon that thrilling bosom fell ;
Which I, th' unconscious cause of fear
Extracted from its glistening cell.
For such an outrage done to thee?
Arraign'd before thy beauty's throne,
What punishment wilt thou decree?
Might I perform the judge's part,
The sentence I should scarce deplore; "sis I that am alone to blame,
It only would restore a heart
Which but belong'd to thee before
The least atonement I can make
Is to become no longer free;
Henceforth I breathe but for thy sake,
Thou shalt be all in all to me.
But thou, perhaps, may'st now reject
Such expiation of my guilt:
Come then, some other mode elect;
Let it be death, or what thou wilt.
Choose, then, relentless ! and I swear
Nought shall thy dread decree prevent; Absence has made me prone to roving;
Yet hold-one little word forbear!
Let it be aught but banishment.
Your cheek's soft bloom is unimpair'd,
New beauties still are daily bright'ning, Your eye for conquest beams prepared, The forge of love's resistless lightning.
LOVE'S LAST ADIEU.. Arm'd thus, to make their bosoms bleed,
« Αει δ', αει με φευγει."
THE roses of love glad the garden of life,
Or prunes them for ever in love's last adieu ! LINES ADDRESSED TO A YOUNG LADY.+
In vain with endearments we soothe the sad heart, As the author was discharging hio pistola in a garden, two ladies passing In vain do we vow for an age to be true; near the spot were alarmed by the sound of a bullet hissing near ther, 6 The chance of an hour may command us to part, one of whom the following stanzas were addressed the next morning.
Or death disunite us in love's last adieu! DOUBTLESS, sweet girl, the hissing lead,
Wafting destruction o'er thy charms, Still Hope, breathing peace through the grief-swollen And hurtling I o'er thy lovely head,
breast, Has filled that breast with fond alarms. Will whisper, “Our meeting we yet may renew;"
With this dream of deceit half our sorrow's represt, Surely some envious demon's force,
Nor taste we the poison of love's last adieu! Vex'd to behold such beauty here, Impell’d the bullets' viewless course, Oh! mark you yon pair: in the sunshine of youth, Diverted from its first career.
Love twined round their childhood his flowers af
they grew; • Only printed in the private volume.
They flourish awhile in the season of truth, These stanzas are only found in the private volume. 1 This word is used by Gray, to his poem of the Facul Siuters :
Till chill'd by the winter of love's last adieu ! "Iroo sleet of arrowy shower Hurtles through the darken'd air."
• This poem wae ornitted in the second edition of Hours of killenen
Bweet lady! why thus doth a tear steal its way 'Tis not love disturbs thy rest,
Down a cheek which outrivals thy bosom in hue ? Love's a stranger to thy breast;
He in dimpling smiles appears,
Or bends the languid eyelid down,
Then resume thy former fire,
Nought but cool indifference thrills us. Now hate rules a heart which in love's easy chains Wouldst thou wandering hearts beguile,
Once passion's tumultuous blandishments knew; Smile at least, or seem to smile.
To hide their orbs in dark restraint;
Spite of all thou fain wouldst say,
His pleasures are scarce, yet his troubles are few, Thy lips--but here my modest Muse
Dreads lest the subject should transport me; Youth flies, life decays, even hope is o'ercast;
And flying off in search of reason, No more with love's former devotion we sue : Brings prudence back in proper season. He spreads his young wing, he retires with the blast ! All I shall therefore say (whate'er The shroud of affection is love's last adieu !
I think, is neither here, nor there)
Is, that such lips, of looks endearing, In this life of probation for rapture divine,
Were fórm'd for better things than sneering : Astrea declares that some penance is due ; Of soothing compliments divested, From him who has worshipp'd at love's gentle shrine Advice at least's disinterested ; The atonement is ample in love's last adieu ! Such is my artless song to thee,
From all the flow of flattery free; Who kneels to the god on his altar of light,
Counsel like mine is as a brother's, Must myrtle and cypress alteruately strew:
My heart is given to some others ; His myrtle, an emblem of purest delight;
That is to say, unskill'd to cozen,
Marion, adieu! oh! pr’ythee slight not
At once I'll tell thee our opinion
Concerning woman's soft dominion:
Howe'er we gaze with admiration Ix law an infant,+ and in years a boy,
On eyes of blue or lips carnation, In mind a slave to every vicious joy ;
Howe'er the flowing locks attract us, From every sense of shame and virtue wean'd; Howe'er those beauties may distract us, In lies an adept, in deceit a fiend;
Still fickle, we are prone to rove, Versed in hypocrisy while yet a child ;
These cannot fix our souls to love : Fickle as wind, of inclinations wild ;
It is not too severe a stricture
To say they form a pretty picture :
Which binds us to your humble train,
To hail you queens of all creation,
Know, in a word, 'tis ANIMATION.
OSCAR OF ALVA.
How sweetly shines, through azure skies. MARION! why that pensive brow?
The lamp of heaven on Lora's shore; What disgust to life hast thou ?
Where Alva's hoary turrets rise, Change that discontented air :
And hear the din of arms no more. Frowns become not one so fair.
• This poem was published for the first time in Houn of Idlepen. • The Goddess of Justice.
| The catastrophe of this tale was suggested by the story of " Jeronymo I la law every person in an infant who has not attained the age of twenty- and Lorenzo,” in the first volume of the “ Armenian, or Ghost-Seer."
also bean some resemblance to a scene in the third act of “ Macbeth."
But often has yon rolling moon
But ere their years of youth are o'er, On Alva's casques of silver play'd;
They mingle in the ranks of war; And view'd at midnight's silent noon,
They lightly wheel the bright claymore, Her chiefs in gleaming mail array'd:
And send the whistling arrow far. And on the crimson rocks beneath,
Dark was the flow of Oscar's hair, Which scroll o'er ocean's sullen flow,
Wildly it stream'd along the gale; Pale in the scatter'd ranks of death,
But Allan's locks were bright and fair, She saw the gasping warrior low;
And pensive seem'd his cheek, and pale.
But Oscar own'd a hero's soul, While many an eye which ne'er again
His dark eye shone through beams of truth ; Could mark + the rising orb of day,
Allan had early learn'd control, Turn'd feebly from the gory plain,
And smooth his words had been from youth. Beheld in death her fading ray.
Both, both were brave; the Saxon spear Once, to those eyes the lamp of Love,
Was shiver'd oft beneath their steel; They blest her dear propitious light;
And Oscar's bosom scorn'd to fear, But now she glimmer'd from above,
But Oscar’s bosom knew to feel; A sad, funereal torch of night.
While Allan's soul belied his form, Faded is Alva's noble race,
Unworthy with such charms to dwell: And gray her towers are seen afar ;
Keen as the lightning of the storm, No more her heroes urge the chase,
On foes his deadly vengeance fell. Or roll the crimson tide of war.
From high Southannon's distant tower But who was last of Alva's clan?
Arrived a young and noble dame; Why grows the moss on Alva's stone?
With Kenneth's lands to form her dower, Her towers resound no steps of man,
Glenalvon's blue-eyed daughter came; They echo to the gale alone.
And Oscar claim'd the beauteous bride, And when that gale is fierce and high,
Aud Angus on his Oscar smiled:
It soothed the father's feudal pride
Thus to obtain Glenalvon's child.
Hark to the pibroch's pleasing note !
Hark to the swelling nuptial song! Yes, when the eddying tempest sighs,
In joyous strains the voices float,
And still the choral peal prolong.
See how the heroes' blood-red plumes
Assembled wave in Alva's hall, Fair shone the sun on Oscar's birth,
Each youth his varied plaid assumes,
Attending on their chieftain's call.
It is not war their aid demands,
The pibroch plays the song of peace; They feast upon the mountain deer,
To Oscar's nuptials throng the bands,
Nor yet the sounds of pleasure cease.
But where is Oscar ? sure 'tis late:
Is this a bridegroom's ardent flame? And they who heard the war-notes wild,
While thronging guests and ladies wait,
Nor Oscar nor his brother came.
At length young Allan join'd the bride:
“Why comes not Oscar ?" Angus said; Another year is quickly past,
“Is not he here?” the youth replied ; And Angus hails another son;
“ With me he roved not o'er the glade. His natal day is like the last, Nor soon the jocund feast was done.
“ Perchance, forgetful of the day,
'Tis his to chase the bounding roe;
Or ocean's waves prolong his stay;
Yet Oscar's bark is seldom slow."
“Oh, no!" the anguish'd sire rejoin'd,
“Nor chase, nor wave, my boy delay ; • While. First edition, when.
Would he to Mora seem unkind ? † Mark. First editiou, vieu.
Would aught to her impede his way?