Those bar that nestle so sly Such th: inds of arrows have got, That an o., on the glance of an eye Such aurs, may be off in a shot. 17A hould 1 ar by the dew on your lip, Thougnach moment the treasure renews, If my constancy wishes to trip, I may kis off the oath when I choose. But clear up the heav'n of your brow, And y both must be broken together! WHEN TIME, WHO STEALS OUR YEARS AWAY. WHг Time, who steals our years away, The mem'ry of the past will stay, Ther., Julia, when thy beauty's flow'r Shall feel the wintry air, Remembrance will recall the hour Then talk no more of future gloom; For Hope shall brighten days to come, Come, Chloe, fill the genial bowl, Thou'lt still be young for me. Then fill the bowl!-away with gloom! For Hope shall brighten days to come, But mark, at thought of future years My Chloe drops her timid tears, How like this bowl of wine, my fair, Though tears may sometimes mingle there, Then fill the cup-away with gloom! For Hope will brighten days to come, HAVE YOU NOT SEEN THE TIMID TEAR. HAVE you n't seen the timid tear, Steal tremling from mine eye? Have you not mark'd the flush of fear, Or caught the murmur'd sigh? And can you think my love is chill, Ard can you rend, by doubting still, T. you my soul's affections move, DID NOT. "TWAS a new feeling-something more Than we had dar'd to own before, Which then we hid not; We saw it in each other's eye, And wish'd, in every half-breath'd sigh, To speak, but did not. She felt my lips' impassion'd touch'Twas the first time I dared so much, And yet she chid not; But whisper'd o'er my burning brow, "Oh! do you doubt I love you now?” Sweet soul! I did not. Warmly I felt her bosom thrill, Till-oh! the world hath seldom heard FRIEND OF MY SOUL. FRIEND of my soul, this goblet sip, 'Twill steal away thy mind: It leaves no sting behind. Come, twine the wreath, thy brows to shade; For though the flower's decay'd, SAY, why should the girl of my soul be in tears When the glooms of the past and the sorrow of years Are they shed for that moment of blissful delight, Do they flow, like the dews of the love-breathing night, Oh! sweet is the tear on that languishing smile, And if such are the drops that delight can beguile, FLY FROM THE WORLD. FLY from the world, O Bessy! to me, When your lip has met mine, in communion so sweet, Have we felt as if heav'n denied them to meet? So innocent, love, is the joy we then sip, That I wish all my errors were lodg'd on your lip, Then come to your lover, Oh! fly to his shed, And when o'er our pillow the tempest is driven, I'll tell thee, it is not the chiding of heav'n, And, oh! while we lay on our deathbed, my love, FANNY, DEAREST YES! had I leisure to sigh and mourn, That even the time it would take : weep Reflected bright in this heart of mine, But, ah the mirror would cease to shine, They lose the half of beauty's light, THINK ON THAT LOOK. THINK on that look whose melting ray For one sweet moment mix'd with mine And for that moment seem'd to say, "I dare not, or I would be thine!" Think on thy ev'ry smile and glance, On all thou hast to charm and move, And then forgive my bosom's trance, Nor tell me it is sin to love. Oh, not to love thee were th sin; For sure, if Fate's decrees be done, Thou, thou art destin'd still to win, As I am destin'd to be won! THE CATALOGUE. "COME, tell me," says Rosa, as kissing and kist, One day she reclin'd on my breast; "Come, tell me the number, repeat me the list "Of the nymphs you have lov'd and carest "Oh Rosa! 'twas only my fancy that roved, My heart at the moment was free; But I'll tell thee, my girl, how many I've loved. And the number shall finish with thee My tutor was Kitty; In infancy wild She taught me the way to be blest; She taught me to love her, I lov'd like a child, I have had it by rote very often before, Pretty Martha was next, and my soul was al flame, And I was her knight of the lance. My soul was now calm, till, by Cloris's looks, But Cloris, I found, was so learned in books Oh! Susan was then all the world unto me, And the worst of it was, we could never agree "I devoutly believe there's a heaven on earth, "And believe that that heaven's in thee MARY, I BELIEV'D THEE TRUE MARY, I believ'd thee true, And I was blest in thus believing But now I mourn that e'er I knew A girl so fair and so deceiving. Fare thee well. TAKE BACK THE SIGH. TAKE back the sigh, thy lips of art In passion's moment breath'd to me; Yet no-it must not, will not part, Tis now the life-breath of my heart, And has become too pure for thee. Take back the kiss, that faithless sigh With all the warmth of truth imprest; Yet, no-the fatal kiss may lie, Upon thy lip its sweets would die, Or bloom to make a rival blest. Take back the vows that, night and day, As sweetly as they've ruin'd mine. TO CLOE.-IMITATED FROM MARTIAL. I COULD resign that eye of blue Howe'er its splendour used to thrill me; And ev❜n that cheek of roseate hue, To lose it, Cioe, scarce would kill me. That snowy neck I ne'er should miss, I think I could exist without it. In short, so well I've learnt to fast, That, sooth my love, I know not whether I might not bring myself at last, To-do without you altogether. THE WREATH AND THE CHAIN. The flow'rets long shall sweetly breathe. The chain is form'd of golden threads, Yes, yes, I read that ready eye, Which answers when the tongue is loath, Thou lik'st the form of either tie, And spread'st thy playful hands for both. Ah!-if there were not something wrong, The world would see them blended off; The Chain would make the Wreath so strong! The Wreath would make the Chain so soft! Then might the gold, the flow'rets be Sweet fetters for my love and me. But, Fanny, so unblest they twine, That (Heaven alone can tell the reason) When mingled thus they cease to shine, Or that the Wreath is slightly braided, And all their bloom, their glow is faded! THE timid girl now hung her head, THE SALE OF LOVES. I DREAMT that, in the Paphian groves, I caught a flight of wanton Loves, Ye dames and rose-lipp'd misses !— The cost is light, For the coin of this isle is kisses. First Cloris came, with looks sedate, "I buy." quoth she, "my Love by weight, "A light little Love that will last to-day,- Ye dames and rose-lipp'd misses!— At from ten to twenty kisses. The learned Prue took a pert young thing, But one was leit, when Susan came, "Twould make you smile to've seen us Sweet child of bliss, And then nurse the boy between us. TO A BOY WITH A WATCH Is it not sweet, beloved youth, And is it not more sweet than this, It must be so to thee, my youth; The little gift we send thee, boy, May sometimes teach thy scul to ponder, If indolence or siren joy Should ever tempt that soul to wander. "Twill tell thee that the winged day Can ne'er be chain'd by man's endeavour That life and time shall fade away, While heav'n and virtue bloom forever! To REMEMBER him thou leav'st behind, Whose heart is warmly bound to thee, Close as the tend'rest links can bind A heart as warm as heart can be. Oh! I had long in freedom rov'd, Though many seem'd my soul to share; 'Twas passion when I thought I lov'd, 'Twas fancy when I thought them fair. Ev'n she, my muse's early theme, Beguil'd me only while she warm'd; 'Twas young desire that fed the dream, And reason broke what passion form'd. But thou-ah! better had it been Then all the pain which lovers feel That wantons on the passing vow. No, no! That heart is only mine Where we have had no priest but Love. "Oh! when shall this horrible darkness disperse ! Said Willumberg's lord to the Seer of the Cave;— "It can never dispel," said the wizard of verse, "Till the bright star of chivalry sinks in the wave !” And who was the bright star of chivalry then? Who could be but Reuben, the flow'r of the age? For Reuben was first in the combat of men, Though Youth had scarce written his name on her page For Willumberg's daughter his young heart had beat,For Rose, who was bright as the spirit of dawn, When with wand dropping diamonds, and silvery feet, It walks o'er the flow'rs of the mountain and lawn. Must Rose, then, from Reuben so fatally sever. Sad, sad were the words of the Seer of the Cave, Of the mould'ring abbey, your Reuben shall rise!" Twice, thrice he repeated "Your Reuben shall rise!" And Rose felt a moment's release from her pain; And wip'd, while she listen'd, the tears from her eyes, And hop'd she might yet see her hero again. That hero could smile at the terrors of death, When he felt that he died for the sire of his Rose, Oft, oft did she pause for the toll of the bell, And saw but the foam of the white billow there And often as midnight its veil would undraw, As she look'd at the light of the moon in the stream, She thought 'twas his helmet of silver she saw, As the curl of the surge glitter'd high in the beam. She startled, and saw, through the glimmering shade, Was this what the Seer of the Cave had foretold?- And fleeted away like the spell of a dream! Twice, thrice did he rise, and as often she thought From the bank to embrace him, but vain her endea pur Then, plunging beneath, at a billow she caught, And sunk to repose on its bosom for ever' ANACREONTIC PRESS the grape, and let it pour Around the board its purple show'r, And, while the drops my goblet steep, I'll think in woe the clusters weep. Weep on, weep on, my pouting vine! SOME CALUMNIES AGAINST HER CHARACTER Is not thy mind a gentle mind? No, no, be happy-dry that tear- Το WHEN I lov'd you, I can't but allow I had many an exquisite minute; Bat the scorn that I feel for you now Hath even more luxury in it. Thus, whether we're on or we're off, Some witchery seems to await you; To love you was pleasant enough, And, oh! 'tis delicious to hate you' TO JULIA. IN ALLUSION TO SOME ILLIBERAL CRITICISMS say, WHY, let the stingless critic chide With all that fume of vacant pride Which mantles o'er the pedant fool, Like vapour on a stagnant pool. Oh! if the song, to feeling true, Can please th' elect, the sacred few, Whose souls, by Taste and Nature taught, Thrill with the genuine pulse of thoughtIf some fond feeling maid like thee, The warm-ey'd child of Sympathy, Shall while o'er my simple theme She languishes in Passion's dream, "He was, indeed, a tender soul"No critic law, no chill control, "Should ever freeze, by timid art, "The flowings of so fond a heart!" Yes, soul of Nature! soul of Love: That, hev'ring like a snow-wing'd dove, Breath'd o'er my cradle warblings wild, And hail'd me Passion's warmest child,Grant me the tear from Beauty's eye, From Feeling's breast the votive sigh; Oh! let my song, my mem'ry, find A shrine within the tender mind; And I will smile when critic's chide, And I will scort, the fume of pride Which mantles o'er the pedant fool, Like vapour round som stagnant pool! TO JULIA. Mock me no more with Love's beguiling dream, A dream, I find, illusory as sweet: One smile of friendship, nay, of cold esteem, Far dearer were than passion's bland deceit! I've heard you oft eternal truth declare; Your heart was only mine, I once believ'd. Ah! shall I say that all your vows were air? And must I say, my hopes were all deceiv'd? Vow, then, no longer that our souls are twin'd, That all our joys are felt with mutual zeal; Julia!-'tis vity, pity makes you kind; You know we, and you would seem to feel. But shall I stil seek within those arms THE SHRINE My fates had destin'd me to rove I now have reach'd THE SHRINE at last! TO A LADY, WITH SOME MANUSCRIPT POEMS, ON LEAVING THE COUNTRY. WHEN, casting many a look behind, I leave the friends I cherish herePerchance some other friends to find, But surely finding none so dear Haply the little simple page, Which votive thus I've trac'd for thee, May now and then a look engage, And steal one moment's thought for me. But, oh! in pity let not those Whose hearts are not of gentle mould, For, trust me, they who never melt With pity, never melt with love; But if, perhaps, some gentler mind, Tell him-or, oh! if, gentler still, So sweetly as in woman's breast i Tell her, that he whose loving themes That Glory oft would claim the lay, And Friendship oft his numbers move; But whisper then, that, "sooth to say, "His sweetest song was given to Love!" |