dis monal a kel that bu s jobs for jo sk the abbey, lowrving it to be of ne it as cosaster! M.. Ef state of pr servason, a strange me of ving it set and mounted as a crick igh polic, ard of a my and it returned colour like tor P. 8-1 4. Where once my wit, perchance, hath shone, And when, alas! our brains are gone, What nobler substitute than wine? 5. Quaff while thou canst another race, May rescue thee from earth's embrace, 6. Why not? since through life's little day Newstead Abbey, 1808. [First published in the seventh edition of Childe Harold.] WELL! THOU ART HAPPY.i1 I. WELL! thou art happy, and I feel That I should thus be happy too; i. To Mrs. [erased].-[MS. L.] To —.—[Imit. and Transl. Hobhouse, 1809.] 1. [These lines were written after dining at Annesley with Mr. and Mrs. Chaworth Musters. Their daughter, born 1806, and now Mrs. Hamond, of Westacre, Norfolk, is still (January, 1898) living.] For still my heart regards thy weal Warmly, as it was wont to do. 2. Thy husband's blest-and 'twill impart 3. When late I saw thy favourite child, I thought my jealous heart would break; But when the unconscious infant smil'd, I kiss'd it for its mother's sake. 4. I kiss'd it,—and repress'd my sighs 5.ii. Mary, adieu! I must away: While thou art blest I'll not repine; But near thee I can never stay; My heart would soon again be thine. i. Some pang to see my rival's lot.—[MS. L.] ii. MS. L. inserts Poor little pledge of mutual love, I would not hurt a hair of thee, |