5.

These might the boldest Sylph appall,
When gleaming with meridian blaze;
Thy beauty must enrapture all;

But who can dare thine ardent gaze?

6.

'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.

I.

7.

For did those eyes as planets roll,

Thy sister-lights would scarce appear:

E'en suns, which systems now controul,
Would twinkle dimly through their sphere.1

Friday, November 7, 1806.

"Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
Having some business, do intreat her eyes
To twinkle in their spheres till they return."

SHAKESPEARE.

LINES ADDRESSED TO A YOUNG LADY.1

[AS THE AUTHOR WAS DISCHARGING HIS PISTOLS IN A GARDEN, TWO LADIES PASSING NEAR THE SPOT WERE ALARMED BY THE SOUND OF A BULLET HISSING NEAR THEM, TO ONE OF WHOM THE FOLLOWING STANZAS WERE ADDRESSED THE NEXT MORNING.] 2

i.

I.

DOUBTLESS, Sweet girl! the hissing lead,

Wafting destruction o'er thy charms

And hurtling o'er3 thy lovely head,

Has fill'd that breast with fond alarms.

2.

Surely some envious Demon's force,
Vex'd to behold such beauty here,
Impell'd the bullet's viewless course,

Diverted from its first career.

near thy charms.-[4to. P. on V. Occasions.] 1. [This title first appeared in "Contents" to P. on V. Occasions.]

2. [The occurrence took place at Southwell, and the beautiful lady to whom the lines were addressed was Miss Houson, who is also commemorated in the verses "To a Vain Lady" and "To Anne." She was the daughter of the Rev. Henry Houson of Southwell, and married the Rev. Luke Jackson. She died on Christmas Day, 1821, and her monument may be seen in Hucknall Torkard Church.]

3. This word is used by Gray in his poem to the Fatal Sisters :

"Iron-sleet of arrowy shower

Hurtles in the darken'd air."

3.

Yes! in that nearly fatal hour,

The ball obey'd some hell-born guide; But Heaven, with interposing power,

In pity turn'd the death aside.

4.

Yet, as perchance one trembling tear
Upon that thrilling bosom fell;

Which I, th' unconscious cause of fear,
Extracted from its glistening cell;-

5.

Say, what dire penance can atone

For such an outrage, done to thee? Arraign'd before thy beauty's throne, What punishment wilt thou decree?

6.

Might I perform the Judge's part,

The sentence I should scarce deplore ;

It only would restore a heart,

Which but belong'd to thee before.

7.

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.

8.

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.

9.

Choose, then, relentless! and I swear Nought shall thy dread decree prevent;

Yet hold-one little word forbear!

Let it be aught but banishment.

TRANSLATION FROM CATULLUS.

AD LESBIAM.

EQUAL to Jove that youth must be→→
Greater than Jove he seems to me-

Who, free from Jealousy's alarms,
Securely views thy matchless charms;
That cheek, which ever dimpling glows,

That mouth, from whence such music flows,

To him, alike, are always known,

Reserv'd for him, and him alone.

Ah! Lesbia! though 'tis death to me,

I cannot choose but look on thee;

But, at the sight, my senses fly,

I needs must gaze, but, gazing, die ;
Whilst trembling with a thousand fears,
Parch'd to the throat my tongue adheres,

My pulse beats quick, my breath heaves short,
My limbs deny their slight support;
Cold dews my pallid face o'erspread,

With deadly languor droops my head,
My ears with tingling echoes ring,
And Life itself is on the wing;
My eyes refuse the cheering light,
Their orbs are veil'd in starless night:
Such pangs my nature sinks beneath,
And feels a temporary death.

TRANSLATION OF THE EPITAPH ON VIRGIL AND TIBULLUS, BY DOMITIUS MARSUS.

HE who, sublime, in epic numbers roll'd,
And he who struck the softer lyre of Love,
By Death's unequal1 hand alike controul'd,

Fit comrades in Elysian regions move!

I. The hand of Death is said to be unjust or unequal, as Virgil was considerably older than Tibullus at his decease.