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O (have I sigh’d) were mine the wizard's Smoothing through fertile fields thy rod,
current meek ! Or mine the power of Proteus, changeful Dear native brook! where first young God !
Poesy A flower - entangled Arbour I would Stared wildly - eager in her noontide seem
dream! To shield my Love from Noontide's Where blameless pleasures dimple Quiet's sultry beam :
cheek, Or bloom a Myrtle, from whose odorous As water-lilies ripple thy slow stream ! boughs
Dear native haunts where Virtue still My Love might weave gay garlands for her brows.
Where Friendship’s fixed star sheds a When Twilight stole across the fading
mellowed ray, vale,
Where Love a crown of thornless Roses To fan my Love I'd be the Evening
Where soften'd Sorrow smiles within her tears;
90 waum Mourn in the soft folds of her swelling vest,
And Memory, with a Vestal's chaste And flutter my faint pinions on her
employ, breast !
Unceasing feeds the lambent flame of On Seraph wing I'd float a Dream by
No more your sky-larks melting from the To soothe my Love with shadows of
sight delight :-
Shall thrill the attuned heart-string with Or soar aloft to be the Spangled Skies,
delightAnd gaze upon her with a thousand No more shall deck your pensive Pleaeyes !
With wreaths of sober hue my evening As when the Savage, who his drowsy
Yet dear to Fancy's eye your varied Ilad basked beneath the Sun's unclouded flame,
Of wood, hill, dale, and sparkling brook Awakes amid the troubles of the air,
between! The skiey deluge, and white lightning's Yet sweet to Fancy's ear the warbled glare
Scenes of my Hope! the aching eye ye
leave ing way,
Like yon bright hues that paint the Mine eye reverted views that cloudless
clouds of eve! day,
Tearsul and saddening with the saddened When by my native brook I wont to
Mine eye the gleam pursues with wistful While IIope with kisses nursed the
gaze : Infant Love.
80 Sees shades on shades with deeper tint
impend, Dear native brook! like Peace, SO Till chill and damp the moonless night placidly
Trembling, I plac'd it in my secret breast : TO FORTUNE
And thrice I've viewed the vernal gleam, TO THE EDITOR OF THE MORNING
Since oft mine eye, with joy's electric CHRONICLE
Illum'd it--and its sadder hue Sir,- The following poem you may
Oft moistened with the tear's ambrosial perhaps deem admissible into your jour
dew ! nal—if not, you will commit it eis iepòv Poor wither'd floweret ! on its head Mévos 'Họalotolo. — I am, with more Has dark Despair his sickly mildew shed! respect and gratitude than I ordinarily But thou, O Fortune ! canst relume feel for Editors of Papers, your obliged,
Its deaden'd tints—and thou with hardier etc., CANTAB.-S. T. C.
And yield the unsunn'd stranger to the
Morning Chronicle, Nov. 7, 1793. On buying a Ticket in the Irish Lottery
Composed during a walk to and from the Queen's Head, Gray's Inn Lane,
LEWTI Holborn, and Hornsby's and Co., Cornhill.
OR THE CIRCASSIAN LOVE-CHAUNT PROMPTRESS of unnumber'd sighs,
At midnight by the stream I roved,
To forget the form I loved. O snatch that circling bandage from thine
Image of Lewti! from my mind O look, and smile! No common prayer
Depart ; for Lewti is not kind. Solicits, Fortune ! thy propitious care ! The Moon was high, the moonlight gleam For, not a silken son of dress,
And the shadow of a star I clink the gilded chains of politesses, Ileaved upon Tamaha's stream ; Nor ask thy boon what time I scheme But the rock shone brighter far, Unholy Pleasure's frail and feverishị The rock half sheltered from my view dream;
By pendent boughs of tressy yew.Nor yet my view life's dazzle blinds--
So shines my Lewti's forehead fair, Pomp !-Grandeur ! Power ! I give you Gleaming through her sable hair, to the winds!
Image of Lewti! from my mind
Depart ; for Lewti is not kind.
Onward to the moon it passed ;
With floating colours not a few, Thy poor mite mourn a brief imprison- Till it reach'd the moon at last : ment
Then the cloud was wholly bright, That mite at Sorrow's faintest sound With a rich and amber light ! Leaps from its scrip with an elastic And so with many a hope I seek bound !
And with such joy I find my Lewti; But oh ! if ever song thine ear
And even so my pale wan cheek Might soothe, O haste with fost’ring hand Drinks in as deep a flush of beauty ! to rear
Nay, treacherous image! leave my mind, One Flower of Hope! At Love's behest, If Lewti never will be kind.
The little cloud-it floats away,
Away it goes ; away so soon ?
Away it passes from the moon !
Ever fading more and more,
And now 'tis whiter than before !
When, Lewti ! on my couch I lie,
Nay, treacherous image! leave my mind-
I then might view her bosom white
And dreamt that I had died for care;
Yet fair withal, as spirits are !
I saw a vapour in the sky,
(CASIMIR, BOOK II. ODE 3)
youths, have THE solemn-breathing air is endedperished
Cease, O Lyre! thy kindred lay!
On thy wires hovering, dying,
Softly sighs the summer wind:
I will slumber, careless lying,
By yon waterfall reclined.
In the forest hollow-roaring
Hark! I hear a deepening sound-
Clouds rise thick with heavy louring ! O beauteous birds ! methinks ye measure
See! the horizon blackens round!
60 Parent of the soothing measure,
To see you move beneath the moon, Swistly flies the flatterer, Pleasure,
Headlong, ever on the wing.
1794. To sleep by day and wake all night.
I know the place where Lewti lies
It is a breezy jasmine-bower,
Voice of the Night ! had I the power
Vivamus, mea Lesbia, atque amemus.
THE DEATH OF THE STARLING- THE SIGH
To-morrow death shall freeze this
hand, And on thy breast, my wedded trea
sure, I never, never more shall live;Alas! I quit a life of pleasure.
Morning Post, May 10, 1798.
Yon sun now posting to the main
Morning Post, April 11, 1798.
Yet art thou happier far than she
The mighty parent's care hast found, Without whose tender guardian thought
No sparrow falleth to the ground.
THE DEATH OF THE
Lugete, O Veneres, Cupidinesque.-Catullus.
Pity! mourn in plaintive tone
Pity mourns in plaintive tone
THE SIGH WHEN Youth his faery reign began Ere sorrow had proclaimed me man; While Peace the present hour beguiled, And all the lovely Prospect smiled; Then Mary! 'mid my lightsome glee I heaved the painless Sigh for thee.
And when, along the waves of woe,
But soon Reflection's power imprest
Clasp'd to her bosom with a mother's care ; And, as she loved thy kindred form to
trace, The slow smile wander'd o'er her pallid
One kiss, dear Maid! I said and sighed---
meant! Sweet Falsehood that endears Consent ! For on those lovely lips the while Dawns the soft relenting smile, And tempts with feigned dissuasion coy The gentle violence of Joy.
For never yet did mortal voice impart Tones more congenial to the sadden'd
heart : Whether, to rouse the sympathetic glow, Thou pourest lone Monimia's tale of
woe; Or haply clothest with funereal vest The bridal loves that wept in Juliet's
breast. O'er our chill limbs the thrilling Terrors
creep, Th’ entranced Passions their still vigil
keep; While the deep sighs, responsive to the
song, Sound through the silence of the tremb
ling throng. But purer raptures lighten'd from thy
face, And spread o'er all thy form an holier
grace, When from the daughter's breasts the
father drew The life he gave, and mix'd the big
tear's dew. Nor was it thine th' heroic strain to roll With mimic feelings foreign from the
soul : Bright in thy parent's eye we mark'd the
tear; Methought he said, “Thou art no
Actress here! A semblance of thyself the Grecian
dame, And Brunton and Euphrasia still the
WRANGH.IM'S HEVDECASILLABI AD BRUNTONAM E GRANTA EXITURAN
Maid of unboastful charms! whom
white-robed Truth Right onward guiding through the maze
of youth, Forbade the Circe Praise to witch thy
soul, And dash'd to earth th' intoxicating
bowl: Thee meek-eyed Pity, eloquently fair,
O soon to seek the city's busier scene, Pause thee a while, thou chaste-eyed
maid serene, Till Granta's sons from all her sacred
bowers With grateful hand shall weave Pierian