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A LOVER’S COMPLAINT — THE COMPLAINT OF NINATHOMA
With just yet vivid colouring portray'd A LOVER'S COMPLAINT TO HIS
What every wife should be, what many MISTRESS
And sure the Parent of a race so sweet WHO DESERTED HIM IN QUEST OF A With double pleasure on the page shall MORE WEALTHY HUSBAND IN THE
dwell, EAST INDIES
Each scene with sympathising breast
shall meet, The dubious light sad glimmers o'er the While Reason still with smiles delights sky:
to tell 'Tis silence all. By lonely anguish Maternal hope, that her loved progeny torn,
In all but sorrows shall Amelias be !
? 1792. With wandering feet to gloomy groves I
fly, And wakeful Love still tracks my course
IMITATED FROM OSSIAN forlorn.
The stream with languid murmur creeps, And will you, cruel Julia ! will you go? In Lumin's flowery vale: And trust you to the Ocean's dark dis- Beneath the dew the Lily weeps may?
Slow-waving to the gale. Shall the wide wat'ry world between us flow?
Cease, restless gale !' it seems to say, And winds unpitying snatch my Hopes • Nor wake me with thy sighing !
The honours of my vernal day
On rapid wing are flying. Thus could you sport with my too easy heart?
"To-morrow shall the Traveller come Yet tremble, lest not unaveng'd I
Who late beheld me blooming : grieve !
His searching eye shall vainly roam The winds may learn your own delusive
The dreary vale of Lumin.' art, And faithless Ocean smile — but to deceive !
With eager gaze and wetted cheek
My wonted haunts along,
The Youth of simplest song.
But I along the breeze shall roll
The voice of feeble power ;
In Slumber's nightly hour.
1793. In the soft tale oft claim the useless
sigh; For vain the attempt to realise the
THE COMPLAINT OF NINA.
FROM THE SAME play'd Each social duty and each social How long will ye round me be swelling, care ;
Oye blue-tumbling waves of the sea ?
Not always in caves was my dwelling, Nor beneath the cold blast of the When fades the moon all shadowy-pale, tree.
And scuds the cloud before the gale, Through the high-sounding halls of Ere Morn with living gems bedight Cathlóma
Purples the East with streaky light, In the steps of my beauty I strayed ; We sip the furze-flower's fragrant dews The warriors beheld Ninathóma,
Clad in robes of rainbow hues ; And they blessed the white-bosomed Or sport amid the rosy gleam Maid !
Soothed by the distant-tinkling team,
While lusty Labour scouting sorrow A Ghost ! by my cavern it darted !
Bids the Dame a glad good-morrow, In moon-beams the Spirit was drest
Who jogs the accustomed road along, For lovely appear the Departed
And paces cheery to her cheering When they visit the dreams of my
song. rest! But disturbed by the tempest's commotion
But not our filmy pinion Fleet the shadowy forms of delight
We scorch amid the blaze of day, Ah cease, thou shrill blast of the Ocean !
When Noontide's fiery - tressed To howl through my cavern by night.
Flashes the fervid ray.
We to the cave retreat
O'ercanopied by huge roots intertwined
With wildest texture, blackened o'er with The Pixies, in the superstition of Devonshire, are a race of beings invisibly small, and harmless or friendly to man. At a small distance from a
Round them their mantle green the ivies • village in that county, half way up a wood
bind, covered hill, is an excavation called the Pixies'
Beneath whose foliage pale Parlour. The roots of old trees form its ceiling;
Fanned by the unfrequent gale and on its sides are innumerable cyphers, among We shield us from the Tyrant's mid-day which the author discovered his own cypher and
rage. those of his brothers, cut by the hand of their
IV childhood. At the foot of the hill flows the river Otter.
Thither, while the murmuring throng To this place the Author, during the summer
Of wild-bees hum their drowsy song, months of the year 1793, conducted a party of By Indolence and Fancy brought, young ladies ; one of whom, of stature elegantly
A youthful Bard, “unknown to Fame,' small, and of complexion colourless yet clear, was
Wooes the Queen of Solemn Thought, proclaimed the Faery Queen. On which occasion And heaves the gentle misery of a sigh the following Irregular Ode was written.
Gazing with tearsul eye,
Many a rudely-sculptured name Whom the untaught Shepherds call
To pensive Memory dear! Pixies in their madrigal,
Weaving gay dreams of sunny-tinctured Fancy's children, here we dwell :
hue, Welcome, Ladies ! to our cell.
We glance before his view : Here the wren of softest note
O'er his hush'd soul our soothing witcherBuilds its nest and warbles well ;
ies shed Here the blackbird strains his throat ; And twine our faery garlands round his Welcome, Ladies ! to our cell.
The sombre hours, that round thee When Evening's dusky car
stand Crowned with her dewy star
With down-cast eyes (a duteous Steals o'er the fading sky in shadowy
band !) flight;
Their dark robes dripping with the heavy On leaves of aspen trees
dew. We tremble to the breeze
Sorceress of the ebon throne ! Veiled from the grosser ken of mortal
Thy power the Pixies own, 80 sight.
When round thy raven brow Or, haply, at the visionary hour,
Heaven's lucent roses glow, Along our wildly - bowered sequestered
And clouds in watery colours drest walk,
Float in light drapery o'er thy sable vest : We listen to the enamoured rustic's talk; What time the pale moon sheds a softer Heave with the heavings of the maiden's
Mellowing the woods beneath its pensive
beam : Where young-eyed Loves have built their turtle nest ;
For mid the quivering light 'tis ours to Or guide of soul-subduing power
play, The electric flash, that from the melting Aye dancing to the cadence of the stream.
eye Darts the fond question and the soft reply.
Welcome, Ladies ! to the cell
Where the blameless Pixies dwell : Or through the mystic ringlets of But thou, Sweet Nymph! proclaimed the vale
our Faery Queen,
With what obeisance meet
Thy presence shall we greet ?
For lo ! attendant on thy steps are seen
Graceful Ease in artless stole, court,
And white-robed Purity of soul,
With H our's softer mien;
Mirth of the loosely-flowing hair,
And meek-eyed Pity eloquently fair,
Whose tearful cheeks are lovely to the Then with quaint music hymn the part
As snow-drop wet with dew.
Unboastful Maid ! though now the Lily along;
pale Or where, his silver waters smoothed to
Transparent grace thy beauties meek ; rest,
Yet ere again along the impurpling vale, The tall tree's shadow sleeps upon his
The purpling vale and elfin-haunted grove, breast.
Young Zephyr his fresh flowers profusely
We'll tinge with livelier hues thy cheek; Hence thou lingerer, Light !
And, haply, from the nectar-breathing Eve saddens into Night.
Rose Mother of wildly-working dreams! we
Extract a Blush for Love ! view
The eyeless Chemist heard the process
rise, As late each flower that sweetest blows
The steamy Chalice bubbled up in sighs; I plucked, the Garden's pride !
Sweet sounds transpired, as when the Within the petals of a Rose
enamour'd Dove A sleeping Love I spied.
Pours the soft murmuring of responsive
Love. Around his brows a beamy wreath
The finish'd work might Envy vainly Of many a lucent hue ;
blame, All purple glowed his cheek, beneath,
And Kisses' was the precious ComInebriate with dew.
pound's name. I softly seized the unguarded Power,
With half the God his Cyprian Mother
blest, Nor scared his balmy rest : And placed him, caged within the flower, And breathed on Sara's lovelier lips the On spotless Sara's breast.
1793 But when unweeting of the guile
THE GENTLE LOOK
Thou gentle Look, that didst my soul And stamped his faery feet.
Why hast thou left me? Stili in some Ah! soon the soul-entrancing sight
fond dream Subdued the impatient boy! He gazed ! he thrilled with deep delight! As falls on closing flowers the lunar
Revisit my sad heart, auspicious smile ! Then clapped his wings for joy.
beam : • And O!' he cried — Of magic kind
What time, in sickly mood, at parting day What charms this Throne endear! I lay me down and think of happier years; Some other Love let Venus find
Of joys, that glimmered in Hope's twiI'll fix my empire here.'
Then left me darkling in a vale of tears. ✓
() pleasant days of Hope—for ever gone! KISSES
Could I recal you !But that thought is
vain. CUPID, if storying Legends tell aright,
Availeth not Persuasion's sweetest tone Once framed a rich Elixir of Delight.
To lure the fieet-winged travellers back A Chalice o'er love-kindled flames he
again : fix'i,
Yet fair, though faint, their images shall And in it Nectar and Ambrosia mix'd :
gleam With these the magic dews which Even
Like the bright rainbow on a willowy ing brings,
? 1793 Brush'd from the Idalian star by faery wings :
SONNET Each tender pledge of sacred Faith he
join'd, Each gentler Pleasure of th' unspotted mind
DEAR native Brook! wild Streamlet of Day-dreams, whose tints with sportive
the West ! brightness glow,
How many various-fated years have past, And Hope, the blameless parasite of What happy and what mournful hours, Woe.
TO THE RIVER OTTER
I skimmed the smooth thin stone along with infant uproar and soul-soothing thy breast,
pranks, Numbering its light leaps ! yet so deep Released from school, their little hearts imprest
at rest, Sink the sweet scenes of childhood, that Launch paper navies on thy waveless
breast. I never shut amid the sunny ray, The rustic here at eve with pensive look But straight with all their tints thy Whistling lorn ditties leans upon his waters rise,
crook, Thy crossing plank, thy marge with Or, starting, pauses with hope-mingled willows grey,
dread And bedded sand that veined with various To list the much-loved maid's accustomed dyes
tread : Gleamed through thy bright transparence! She, vainly mindful of her dame's On my way,
command, Visions of Childhood ! oft have ye Loiters, the long-fillid pitcher in her beguiled
hand. Lone manhood's cares, yet waking fondest sighs :
Unboastful Stream! thy fount with Ah ! that once more I were a careless
pebbled falls Child !
The faded form of past delight recalls,
And all was joy ; save when another's