I always in the battle front appear, I lead religion and am head of Rome, With heart, or heartless, 'tis the same to me! Yet vice my presence never did beguile, Truth, honour, virtue, own me with a smile, Without me friends are fiends-I make fiends friends, And more I claim,—but here my story ends. TO MISS G With gloves lost in a wager. [AD gloves been lost to me HAD The "number" had been But they were won by thee, And "seven" is thine. Had "nine" victorious been, "Sevens" in Euterpe's art A leading office hold; Be it not told! Nay, tell not discord wide, LIE AND LAY. AY those roses where she lay, LAY Ere their blushing blossoms die; Ere their perfumes pass away, Be they laid where she did lie. None have lien in that shade, None have lain upon that green, We those flowers as we are laying, Lo! she comes again, give way! Lay no more, nor word be said, Lo! she lies where erst she lay, And all beneath her spell lies laid! H TO CATHERINE. OW comes it that thy peaceful form Should be the herald of a storm? How comes it that thy beaming eye And that sweet voice which, as it flows, It is because I deeply love, And deeply loving, half divine Thy happiness can ne'er be mine. Oh! speak no more of Cupid's fabled bow, These are the arrows that we lovers know! P ACROSTIC TO A LADY. At her request. INCE all must change that smiles or frowns on SINCE earth, As days and nights come round in turn again, And in thy darker moments still retain [vade. Links with the past where pleasant thoughts per Divine thy future thence, nor be dismayed, If joy and grief must, both alternate, fade, Gather thy comfort from that Hope alone, [known. |