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The stream of Time rolls on ; The wind resumes its former track, The wave flows in its channel back, But Time's for ever gone. ■► ', ill, Why ponder then on tutnre ill, Or dream of past enjoyment still V Let's taste the present hours : And if this worM. as sages say, Be but to otber worhls the way, Let's stri'W the way with flowers. 25 THE PILGRIM RETURNING FROM MECCA'S SHRINE. The Pilgrim, returning from Mecca's shrine, Still bears to his home away Some relic to keep, by its power divine, His footsteps from turning astray ; But not the richest display of art. Nor the rarest relic could be More dear to that Pilgrim- Wanderer's heart. Than this lock of thy hair to me. The seaman, whose ship for a moment veers From the track of her destined shore. But looks to the star, by which he steers, And it leads to his course once more : So, should I forget thee an instant, and e'er Withdraw ire from Virtue then, I'll but look on this simple tress of thy hair, And turn to her paths again. •^■; 'I TO MABY. '^ 1 1 r !! Oh Mary, life bas been, dear, A waste since last I met thee; And all that I have seen, dear, But makes me more regret thee. While round mc flies the social bowl, And all its mirth and glee, love, I turn aside, with sickening soul. To think on home and thee, love. When morn's first beam is breaking Upon the eastern billow. From frenzied dreams awaking, I leave my restless pillow; But ah, from memory's pangs away In vain I strive to flee, love; Where'er 1 rove-by nigkt, by day- My thoughts are all «n thee, love. II- 2T Oh Mary, ere we parted, Nor grief nor care had known me ; But now, sad, broken hearted, Even thou mightst well disown me. Though thousand beauties meet my eye, Yet what are they to me, love ? Unpraised, unmarked, I pass them by — My thoughts are still on thee, love. I've been upon the ocean When every wave was sleeping ; When with slow, sluggish motion, Our bark her way was keeping : I've seen the tempest's dreaded form. Dark brooding o'er the sea, love ; And in the calm, or 'mid the storm. My thoughts were all on thee, love. How swift the hours seemed winging When sweet aflfection bound us ; Each day, each moment, bringing The friends wo loved around us ! Those friends are far — those days arc gone- And gone, no more to be, love ; But still, while Time rolls darkly on, T think on tlirm and thee, love. 28 ANACREOISTIC. li 1 WISH to live, remote from strife, A life of ease and pleasure ; So strove to find what sort of life Affords the greatest measure. I asked th' opinion of my friends, Love, Bacchus, and Apollo ; But each a different course commends, And which do you think I follow ? Love bids me pay my homage still To Beauty night and morning; And Bacchus hiccups " drink thy fill, A fi*' for Woman's scorning !" ApoUo hints that nought but song The wings of Time can cripple ; So, just to please them, all day long I lovo, and sing, and tipple. 29 ANACREONTIC. Give me wine and give me love, What Ctin rank those joys above ? Wlien the heart grows cold to bliss, How shall we its fire renew ? Warm it then with Woman's kiss, Bathe it with the Goblet's dew. Give mo wine and give me love, What can rank those joys above ? Give me love and give me wine, Both are dear and both divine ; This can rouse us — that can tame — Lover, toper, time about, With the one I raise a flame. With the other put it out. ('ive rac love and give me wine, Both are dear and both divine. 30 1 ; '! Ml TALK NOT OF PARTING YET. Talk not of parting yet, While rapture holds its sway ; Nor tinge those moments with regret, That flit so swift away. There's not a cloud, to-night, Betwixt us and the moon ; And the stars are bright, thy path to light, Then wherefore part so soon ? Talk not of parting yet, But let us, while we may, The cold, unfeeling world forgot ; 'Tis ne'er too late to say. Adieu. 31 Talk not of parting yet, While every thought is bliss ; Oh, why should Time his limits set To hours so sweet as this ! There's not a zephyr near To chill thy gentle brow ; Nor can thine ear a murmur hear. Save his who whispers now, Talk not of parting yet, But stay — one moment stay — 'Tvvere better never to have met Than thus so soon to say, Adieu. W' :!!'■ > 32 i ' THE SOLDIEH'S GRAVE. „.tl, the Christrau's pvide, I STOOD whore commenceth ll.e C A„d the wovhVs poor pageant clceth wtepHnce and pedant r,e side by «ae, And foe with foe reposeth. .„»_the arave where lay. I stood at the grave-tKe g. By Us Wndvedearth-wovms courted. The dust of him, who, but yesterday. In life's gayest sunbeam sported. ''/n Wi-h fame as spotless, and spirit as 1-gh. As the plume on his helmet dancng; And wit as keen, and honour as bnght As the steel from his scabbard glanong. And fast fell the tears of vain regret For the true and the gallant-hearted. As I thought on the hour When first we me.. And the moment when las. we parted. 33 The moon, from cloud to silvery cloud, O'er the azure vault was stealing, With softened charms from beneath her shroud Her pure, pallid form revealing : So the Vestal beams, when — a stranger nigh- She drops, with reluctant duty, The veil which shadows her flashing eye, But which cannot conceal its beauty. And still as she passed, and her ray so bright She threw where the warrior lay sleeping, She see.ned to ray fancy a spirit of light, Her watch o'er the dear turf keeping. Peace to thine ashes, young, generous, brave — Fallen in the prime of thy glory ! Thy country's sorrow will hallow thy grave, And tliy name shall live in her story. m 34* OH.DINNATURNAWA'. «w: Oh, Ainna turn awa', Aiul leave me thus to pine ; My cot, my gear, I'd barter a' For ae sweet smile o' tbmc. Though lairds hae sought thy han', We should na therefore part ;^ For lairds may offer mair o' Ian', But nac sae true a heart. Then dinna turn awa'. *« •^¥ Thine e'e will lose its power, Thy check will lose its hue ; Thy laird will seek a tairer (lower, And bid thee, love, adieu. Though humble as my sang, I boast a purer flame ; For years hae passed^may pass alang- Thou'lt find me aye the same. ^ Then dinna turn awa'. 35 SAY NOT LIFE IS A WASTE OF GLOOM. Say not life is a waste of gloom, Where no stars break forth, and no flowerets bloom. If the stars that have ligbtcd Tliy path, be gone ; If the flowers be blighted That round the shone ; Come then, dearest, come unto me, I'll be the stars and the flowers to thee. Say not love in thy soul is o'er, And friendship never can charm thee more. If the voice that could waken Love's thrill, be at rest ; And if death have taken The friend of thy breast ; Come then, dearest, come unto me, I'll be the lover, the friend to ihcc. 30 ISABEL. 4 THKSWovdwaBsheathed--thcwarwaso'ev. And soon, beyond the western mam, Again 1 trod my native shore, 1 breathed my native air agam. I reached my own beloved bower, Where every flower possessed a spell To bind my heart, for every flower Reminded me of Isabel. i :iiS r It !•' V The roses still as brightly bloomed As when mine eye beheld them last; As sweet the violet perfumed The wings of Zephyr as he passed; The streamlet flowed as softly now Ab in those days remembered well ; The very brce/c that fanned my brow, It seemed to brcatlio of Isabel. 37 I And where was she ? — I saw her not — Alas, I ne'er can see her there ! Time, which had spared that fairy spot, Had hlighted all that made it fair. For this, for this the world I spurned, And bade its onco loved scenes farewell ; On Heaven alone my thoughts arc turned. My heart is still with Isabel. 38 y I H t .T TVTr^T THAT TIME CAN NAY. DREAM ^OT THA ^^ ' UNRIVET. NAV, dream not that Time ean unv.vet TLecWms which Affection hatUtwmca; Or that Love, like the vane on itM--t, Will twirl with each changeahle wnul. Though B«.dered and sad we move on, love, Yet heart still is coupled to heart ; And the hondB hut the firmer are drawn, love, The further we journey apart. The beacon is dear to the seaman, Which guides him across the dark sea ; And liberty's dear to the freeman, But thou art still dearer to me. Thine accents of peace, wert thou nigh, love, Like balm on my spirit would fall ; Nol a cloud should ll.on darken my sky, love, Thy kind planer would «ca<»or fl.rm all. 39 I Some breasts iirc like sand in the rivei'j Where every form we may trace, While as quickly its ripples for ever The short lived impressions efface : But mine's like the stubborn rock, love, Engraved with one image so fair; And ihe surge and the tempest's rudo shock, love, But stamp it indelibly there. The last ray the setting sun darted, Mow brightly it gilded the plain ! Even now, though that sun is departed. The tints of his splendour remain. And thus o'er my memory shoiic, love, Thy last parting beams of regret ; The planet which shed them is gone, love. But their mild halo lingers there yet. Then dream not that Constancy falters, If distance be measured between ; Or that Love, little innocent, alters Ills plume with the altering scene. Oh no — for where'er we move on, love, Still heart is united to heart ; And the links but the firmer arc drawn, love, The further we joiunoy apart. V. ■^ 40 ■TIS NOT WHEN THE BKOW IS BRIGHT. '^! 'Tis not when the brow is bright That the heart is still more light ; 'Tis not when 'tis clouded o'er That the heart still feels the move. Tears may flow, Though not of sadness ; Smiles may glow, Though not of gladness ; There are sweetest joys which lie Far too deep for other's eye ; There are keenest pangs of wo None, but they who feel, can Uuow. *;^ 1 T. 11 THE MOON IS TRAVELLING THROUGH THE SKY. Tfie moon is travelling through the sky, Without a cloud to dim her path ; A thousand lamps arc lit on high, And each a mimic rival hath In the clear wave reflected bright ; Oh, often, when, on such a niglit, I've floated o'er its breast, and gazed Upon tlie star that o'er me blazed. And then, in pensive mood, have turned To that which far beneath me burned — I've thought the one w«i8 like the beaming Of promised joys, still brightest seeming ; The other, twinkling through its tears, Like memory of departed years. 42 TOUJOURS FIDELE. ( I - TouJOURS Fiddle, the warrior cried As he seized his courser's rein, And, bending over his weeping bride, He whispered the hope, which his heart denied, That they soon might meet again : And fear not, he said, though the wide, wide sea Betwixt us its biUows swell ; Believe me, dearest, thy knight will be To France and to honour-to love and to thee, Toujours Fidele. 48 Then proudly her forehead that lady rears, And proudly she thus replied — Nay, think not my sorrow proceeds from fears — And the glance which she threw, though it shone through tears, Was the glance of a soldier's bride. Not mine is the wish to bid thee stay. Though I cannot pronounce, " farewell ;" Since glory calls thee — away, away — And still be thy watch-word on battle day, Toujours Fidele. One moment he ga/cd— the lingering knight— The next, to the field he sped : Why need I tell of the deadly fight, But to mark his fate ?— for his country's right He battled — and ho bled. Yet he died as the brave alone can die — The conqueror's shout his knell ; His sleep was the slumber of victory — And for her whom he loved his latest sigh, Toujours Fidele. I: i\l\ u WHY SHOULDST THOU THINK MY HEART IS CHANGED. r ' I 3 Whv shouldst thou think my heart is changed ; Why shouldst thou say I love thee not ? Can love like mine be e'er estranged ; Can truth like thine be e'er forgot? Have I not still, through wo and weal, Watclied o'er thee with a brother's care? lladst thou a grief 1 did not feel, Have I a joy thou dost not share ? The subject of my nightly dream, The burthen of my waking thoughl ; By night, by day, my constant iheme- llowcouldst Ihou think I loved II nol ! 45 ri^ For thee, when brightest flowers I meet, The blushing garland still I twine; Whene'er my lips their song repeat, The name they murmur still is thine : And when my pencil seeks to trace Some angel form, beneath its touch Still spring to life that fairy grace, Those features I have loved so much. I mourn thee absent — feel, when near, A rapture none can rank above ; If this be not to love thee, dear, Oh, tell me what it is to love ! *' m % 46 SHE IS GONE TO THE PLACE OF HER REST. I She is gone to the place of her vest, Where sorrow can rcacli her never ; She is liown to the realms of the blest, She is lost to our view for ever. Her dust hath returned to the earth, Ere the canker of age decayed it ; And, pure as it came at her birth, Her spirit to Him who made it. There riscth no marble fair O'er her grave, its memorial keeping ; . But for her who roposeth there Still many an eye is weeping. There necdeth no idle stone To toll of the worth that hath perished : On our hearts 'tis engraven alone, Where her mcnory long will he .cherished- h 47 IHR ROSE THAT BUDS AND BLOOMS. I The rose that buds and blooms Beneatli the summer ray, If winter spread its glooms Must droop and fade away : So health, and wit, and power. And beauty fade away ; But ah, unlike the llower, Thev have no second Mav. Then hoard, ere youth be spent, Those inward charms refined, Which, like the rose's scent, Will still remain behind : Undying, undecaycd, Will still remain behind ; Such charms can never fade, They flourish in the mind. % i ■IS SACRED MELODY. ^ 'I I ', Oh Lord, Thou hast searched my ways, And hast watclied o'er my nights and my days, And Thou knowest, ere my tongue can impart, The innei-.ost thoughts of my heart. Whither can I turn for a spot Where Thy presence, Thy spirit is not ! If to Heaven's high courts I repair, Or to Hell's lowest depths— Thou art there. On the wings of the morn if I flee To the uttermost parts of the sea. Even there will Thy guidance be found— Thy providence compass me round. » # 49 Should I siiy, '• I'll ill darkiu^ss abid(!, For surely the darkness can hide," Around mo Thy sunshine shall play, And the night shal. be briglit as the day For oh, to Thine rt//-piercing sight Alike are the darkness and liglit. But wherefore, ray God, should I try From the light of Thy presence to fly ? 'Tis to Thee my existence I owe, And the joys from existence that flow ; And 'tis Thou that prolongeF' my days- Ob, let them be spent in Thy praise ! M 50 PENSFES. Evils sunouud thee from thy birth, Vain Man— thine hours how few they be ! To-day, thou coverest the earth, The earth, to-morrow, covereth thee. %t Time blots out benefits, alas, While injuries his power withstand ; The latter we record on brass— The former register in sand. .31 : I ill WHERE ARE THE KINGS OF FORMER TIMES. Where are the Kings of former times, The Conquerors of the earth, Who stained the sceptre with their crimes, Or graced it with their worth ? Where are they now ? — tlic hand of Death Has crushed them in their pride ; Their power departed with their breath — They lived — and they liavo died. r>2 SACRED MELDDY. 't ill Not unto us, oU Lord, but Thee, From whom our various blessings ilow, Let praise and glory ever be. Throughout the wondering worlds beh>w. i: M^i ■n \i I Thou r(!ign'st unrivalled and ahme— No arm to stay, no power to bind ; Earth for Thy footstool— Heaven Thy tlirone- The clouds Thy ear— Thy paths the wind. Thine is the sun that llames <»n high, The moon that sheds her milder light, And Thine those brilliants of the sky That sparkle on the brow <.f night. ;>:} Thine Jiro tlie tenants of tlic slieain, The bird wliosc note all nature thrills. The insect sporting in the beam, The cattle on a thousand hills. Then not to us of mortal frame, Not unto us be songs of praise. Hut Thee, unchangeably the same, The Ancient of Eternal days. Imii'l IIP b4 'TIS LOISG SINCE WE HAVE MET. 'Tis long since we have met, my dear, And longer seems to be ; But ne'er can I forget, my dear, Our love's wild infancy ; The joy, the grief, the hope, the fear, That marked the varied hours, my dear, Whicli I have spent with thee : And never can I feel again Rapture like that which thrilled mc then. But though our dream be o'er, my love, Our transient dream of bliss ; And though we meet no more, my love, In such a world as this — Still Taith pointn fervently above, And bids us trunt that there, my love, Is perfect happiuesB, Beyond the reach of human thought : A home where sorrow enlers not. I ; 55 Tlien from my eyelid thus, ray sweet, I dash away the tear ; O'erjoyed that yet for us, my sweet. Such brightening hopes appear ; That yet, in purer worlds, shall meet The happy souls of those, my sweet, Who were the fondest here : And, freed from every earthly care, Shal? live and love for ever there. ,>(» m m^'\ m THOUGH THE COLD HAND OF SICKNESS. T„o«GK the cold Land of «cknes8 thy ,.ale brow Imtl. cost, And thine eye, for a moment, its splendour hath lost, Soon health to thy cheek .hall it. freahness restore, And that eye, with new l,«tre, shall sparkle once more. ■\ •i 'S ' 1 ill f:' ','. ■ : '■ \: ■ ,^ 4 ■ \ \M ■ 1- ili ' \M L i-:/ f When Lucy heard me softly speak The tale which told my heart was won, Though warm the roses on her cheek, 'Twas not her cheek I thought upon. But then her smilc-oh, who could say That smile was not the most benign ! I loved her, dear-nay, hear me, pray- Because that smile resembled thine. ■hira 07 Wlien Chi 00 saw me at her feet, Although her breast and virgin brow Might shame the hue of mountain sleet, It was not these that made me bow. But then her eye — and such an eye — No wonder it attracted mine ! I loved her, dear — nay, hear me why — T3ecau8e that eye resembled thine. When Fanny led me next aside, Laughing at the mischief which she made, Though auburn locks were Fanny's pride, I cared not for each sunny braid. But then her lips — to see them pout — Who would not think those lips divine ! I loved her, dear — nay, hear me out — Because those lips resembled thine. And thus, you see, in every change, While, zephyr-like, from bower to bower. Through Beauty's garden I could range, I ne'er forgot my favourite flower. Then blame me not, though I have roved. But with a kiss my pardon sign ; For when 1 loved, 1 only loved The charms which most resomblod thine, ' r s*« ! 1 1 li r 111 ;•; ; 1 ! 68 ■I I } n:j ;f • 1 '^r ::*. '■1 J, I'D WISH TO BE. ' ^i r ■ m I'D wish to be the careless bird, Enamoured of its cage, whose lay At morn, like fairy music heard, Chaseth thy dream of love away. I'd wish to be the matin beam Which prints its first kiss on thy check, As, half-awakened from that dream, The conscious blushes o'er it break. I'd wish to be-rd wish to be Whate'cr is near or dear to thoc. I pi 114 69 I'd wish to be tlie simple flower That breathes its perfume through thy hair ; I know 'twill wither in an hour, But oil, how blest to wither there ! I'd wish to be the dew-drop clear That wets thy brow from every leaf ; Or, purer still, the sacred tear That trickles for another's grief. I'd wish to be — I'd wish to be Wlmtever may belong to thee: I'd wish to be the summer gale That fans thy bosom with its sigh. Stealing beneath the modest veil Which screens thy charms from every eye. I'd wish to be the limpid wave — I'd wish to be the bowered retreat ; In that your snowy limbs you lave, In this repose from noontide heat. I'd wish to be — I'd wish to be Whate'er can give delight to thee. >' is i 70 IF YOU LOVE, DEAR. OH BREATHE NOT A WORD. 1 \m^\.t I I i 1 1 yl - i k If you love, clear, oh breathe not a word, Lest your lips should the secret unfold ; In a sigh it should only be heard, By a glance it should only be told. For there's more in an eloquent sigh Than the softest of accents can tell ; And there's that in the glance of an eye Which no language can utter as well. Then look from thy lattice, my love, In the moonbeam thy form let me see ; And send, from that lattice abi)ve. The sigh and the glance down (o n.c H I HI li' you love, dear, oli truce not a line, Lest your pen should the passion betray ; To a blush its avowal consign, By a smile the sweet transport convey. For there's more in a bright-blushing cheek Than the readiest pen can indite ; And the smiles which Love's message bespeak Are brilliant as letters of liffht. '1 hen look from thy lattice, my love. In the moonbeam thy form let me see ; And send, from that lattice above. The blush and the smile down to me. 72 '. 1 -' ! ' W O M A N. 1 I Wr . : I OH Woman, thou star of our lonely sphere, How dear is the light of thy love ! It leads us onward to glory here, And guides us to peacL' ahove. Though the world were bright as Poets sing, Yet its brightest spot would be More dark than the Angel of Terror's wing, If it were not illiimed by thee. ■^' m Who hath not listened in ecstacy To the soul-melting harps of air ? The ruder the ainds that o'er them stray, The sweeter the sounds they bear. And it is thus with Woman still- When penury's blast comes o'er The chords of her heart, it but makes them thrill With a truer tone than before. 73 I » VVhate'ei" be their knowledge, we envy not Those cold, philosophical elves Who can pore o'er their volumes, and trace their lot In planets as cold as themselves. More precious the page, and more bright tlie shies Which tlio fate of us. Poets, impart ; Our only black-letter's thy tell-tale eyes — Our clysium — wherever thou art. Let statesmen wrangle, and warriors bleed To win an immortal fame ; They may sliine for a moment, but 'tis their meed To perish — aye, even in name. Away with ambition — still be it mine, Unvexed by its cares and wiles. To proffer my homage at Woman's shrine, And bask in the heaven of hei>^miles. i? ■ ) ii i Iw 7t. AULT) ROBIN GRAY, 11 When morning's first ray beamed And brightened all the plain, Each floweret smiled, each songster seemed To pour his sweetest strain. I thought how, free from woes. We once were quite as gay, And quite as blithe our morniTif' rose— My ain auld Robin Gray. \i ■ 'f'i ! - ! : 1. . 1 :-| ; ! i ■ |: At noon, this scene so bright Was changed-for dark clouds lowered: The lightning winged it's rapid flight. The wintry torrent showered. Oh, fleetly thus, cried I, Our morning passed away ; Thus darkened was rur noontide sky— My ain auld Robin Gray. """^ — iw-irir---^ t& VVlicii uvuniug cumu, lesb loud The dying tempest blew ; And spots of sky, 'twixt every cloud, Were seen of azure hue. Thus Pleasure's sun, which hutli So long denied its ray, Now shines upon our evening path — My ain auld Robin Gray. By night, the storm was gone, The wave had sunk to rest ; The trembling beam reflected shone On ocean's tranquil breast. Oh thus, cried I, in peace May our night pass away ; And thus may all our sorrows cease — My ain auld Robin Gray. j'f ']. n\ \-M J* FANCY NOT, DEAR, 1 CAN E'ER FORGET. 1 \ ''^' ,' i I ' 1 ' 1'* \ l/^ \ i^ Fancy not, dear, 1 can e'er forget Thy smile in the beauties that round me I sec ; My heart, for a moment, may wander-but yet It returns still the fonder, the truer to thee. The cheeks of our maidens are blooming with youth, And the brightest of eyes in our firmament shmc ; But those cannot match the pure blushes of truth, Nor these the intelligent lustre of thme. Then fancy not, dear, I can e'er forget Thy smile in the beauties that round mc I sec ; My heart, for a moment, may wander-but yet It return, still the fonder, the truer to thee. iafeu 77 >;i;i I oil, wl»,at were the landscape displayed to oui sight, Thougli rich as the pencil of Nature e'er drew, Were it not for the sunbeam that pierces its night, And calls forth each slumbering beauty to view ? ^Twould lightly be held — and as lightly we prize. Though aided by all which the heart might control, The fairest of cheeks, or the brightest of eyes, If they be not lit up by the beams of the soul. Then fancy not, dear, I can e'er forget Thy smile in the beauties that round me I sec ; My heart, for a moment, may wander — but yet It returns still the fonder, the truer to thee. If ifii'i W 1 / l> 1 ii\ ; 14^ ? r I 'M. :1:'' i!^ OH, THIS IS LOVE. 0„, this is love-warm, faithful lovc-^ Which never knows decay, But still, where'er our footsteps rove. Adorns and lights our way. Which blooms alike in wo and weal, As fearlessly and well ; Which only fondest hearts can feel, And those who feel can tell. Unchanging as the flame that glows In breasts of seraph birth ; And spotless as descending snowt;, Ere stained by touch of earth ; And bright as yonder arch above, As yonder beacon true ; Oh, this is lovc-wurm, faithful lovc- Thclovc Ibcai lo yn»i 79 STANZAS. WRITTEN AFTER VISITING LOCH DOON. Farewell, "iJonnie Doon" — I have gazed on tliy lake, When it lay as if hushed in the stillness of death ; I have seen thy young stream o'er the precipice break, As it bounded along through the glen of Berbeth. I have watched thee, with breast like a mirror so bright. Alternate reflecting the shadow and ray ; Now shrouded in gloom, and now sporting in light, Till you melted at length into ocean away. * >'. Like thy lake was my infancy — tranquil and mild — As unruffled my breast, and as cloudless my sky ; Like the strength of thy rivulet — passionate, wild — Have the days of my boyhood swept heedlessly by. May the close of my course bo as placid as thine ! May the beams of forgiveness thus over it play, To illumine its track and to cheer its decline, As it melts in Eternity's ocean away ! ! i1 m > ADELE. 11 U : ! A !-5 . 4 W i i'l ■'I'!. Oh, long have I loved my Adelc, And her heart paid me still in return Till now she has bid me farewell, Though fondly as ever I burn. I wish to despise her neglect— I wish to become as untrue; I wish— but whene'er I reflect, I forget what I wished to do. I wish from her presence to fly ; I wish to remember no more My love, or the treachery Of her whom I once could adore. 1 wish— and if she were not near, Some other, perhaps, I might woo ; T wish— let Adele but appear, 1 forgel all I wisImmI to do. 1 miaaasettmB's HI i> On my ear when lier soft accents break, They add to my trouble and pain ; In vain I endeavour to speak, I sigh, and in silence remain. I wish, when I'm far from her spell, That, like her, I could cease to be true ; I wish — but when near my Adele, I forget what I wished to do. w \ IM II ! ill;: II 1 f' H9 lii- CUTSHLA MA CHREE. i /H ^1 When in youth's sunny prime, Thoughtless and free, Nature in every clime Burning to see — Erin, 1 left thy sliore, Roaming each region o'er, 'Twas but to love thee more, Cuishla ma chree. iff i 1 !1 ! . 1 fli' What though on foreigti soil Hapless I be ! Still doth it sweeten toil Thinking of thee. And when Life's ebbing sand Points out its close at hand, Once more I'll seek thy strand, Cuishla ma chree. 1 83 ■a Thus yonder Orb of Day Eastward we see, Gild with his morning ray Mountain and lea ; But, at the hour of rest. Still turns he tow'rd the West, Seeking thy peaceful breast, Cuishla ma chree. ii f^'i Si 1^ il SWEET STREAMLET. H' 1 ■ ^f 1 ^1 i' i . 1'. ir^ p^ ri Sweet streamlet, flowing on thy way, How much my lot resemhles thine ! Thou from thy course dost never stray, And I am constant still to mine. How silently thy waters glide ! As silently my moments move ; How pure the crystal of thy tide ! As pure for Emma is ray love. The storms, that vex the prouder wave, Thy humhle current ruffle not ; So I the storms of Fortune hrave— They pass me by, and are forgot. 85 Wm m ' When Emma wjinders near to thee, Thy breast reflects the portrait fair Look into mine, and thou wilt see Her form as truly pictured there. Thou hast no deep, deceitful place, And I no deep, deceitful art ; The bottom of thy bed we trace. And read the bottom of my heart. Thy waters still, with gentle force, Flow onward to their goal — the main, Till Winter's power arrest their course, And bind them with its icy chain : So flow my hopes unceasing on — My Emma's love their only goal ; So will t\H"v %w till Life be done. And icy l)eath arrest my t „ul. % '-Mm- b'S K :| i l:^ ■1 i . 'r!k. 1 ■ .; Ith^ . ■j 1 i \ i ' it ' |i' i ■ Si- '■ 1 : V- ■ i' ■ WHEN FIRST WE MET. i'i t" When first we met-whcu livst wc mct- In ringlets curled thy jetty hair ; And Sorrow's tear had never wet Thy cheek, to stain the roses there. But roses tliere no longer blow, And blanched are now those locks of jet ; For Sorrow's tear hath learned to How Since first we met-^since first we met. When first we met-when first we met- Thine eye was like the Falcon's bright; And ('arc had never dared to set His seal upon thy brow of light. Those eyes, so dim aiul wasted now, Their former power almost forget ; And Care hath furrowed o'er that brow Since first we met-since first wc met. 87 When first we met — when first we met — Thy heart could feel another's grief; And feels it not as warmly yet, As warmly glows to grant relief ? It does, it does — that generous tear — Then why thy fleeting charms regret. Since thou art still as truly dear As when we met — when first we met ! 88 II '>. THINK NOT, DEAREST. % .iin k t* Think not, dearest, that my love Is but light and ranging ; Every change it soars above, In itself unchanging. Sorrow may my heart depress, Pleasure may elate it ; This can ne'er my love increase- That shall ne'er abate it, dear, That shall ne'er abate it. When our prospects bode no ill Then may love seem weakest ; But 'tis strongest, purest still When .)ur hopes are bleakest : ill 8d As those meteors, wliicli illume Heaven's horizon nightly, From amid the deepest gloom Sparkle forth most hrightly, dear, Sparkle forth most hrightly. And as age but makes the vine, Whose young tendrils wander Round the sapling's stem, entwine Fonder there and fonder — So mv breast for thee retains The jfirst love that bound it ; Time can only twine the chains Still more firmly round it, dear. Still more firmly round it. f m i \ ;U TO MY CAKRIER-DOVE, M n * k J\ . v„i„.,f „illdr<-.mof M> Uilyelove.aml crrry Ijidye of her tm>l.. Drsams. ^.1 Away, away, my Carrier-Dove, Thy lord's behest to bear ; To-night, Love rules below, above, Aro'.md and every where. The youth will dream, with pure delight, Of the maid whom he loves so well ; And th' unconscious maid will reveal, to-night. What, to-morrow, she'd blush to tell. BUB Away, Hway, my Carrier-Dove, Nor stay thy snow-white wing, Till you reach the couch where my own dear love Lies sweetly slumbering. And when, from amid her tranquil rest, She breathes to Saint Valentine The name of him whom she loves the best, Oh, list if slic whisper mine ! wiir iji ! m ,%. A^^.\^^\> IMAGE EVALUATiON TEST TARGET (MT-S) y V mp. // ^-^ C^. y.^ M. ^ w ^ % 1.0 miHA 11125 I.I |5o «!■= 1.25 IM 1.8 M m '^4 %\>.' 7 4 *s. 0} W/ PhotograDhic Sciences Corporation k I «v <<- ^ 23 W6ST MAIN STREET WEBSTER, NY. 14580 (716^ 872-4S0S %C\ ** - Vv'"o ^ ^i> -^j^ ^ ■• -^'^'^ 92 WHEN THE POOR PILGRIM, BENT WITH PAIN. f'l \n When the poor Pilgrim, bent with pain. Foresees his parting moments nigh. He seeks to reach that sacred fane Which heard his earliest vows— to die. He stops not in his path— though there The brightest flowers their sweets display ; Though richest altars court his prayer He turns not from his constant way ; But, worn with toil, and weak with fast, And wasted by meridian fires, Ho gains thj sacred tane at last. And, bending at its shrine, expires. Ill MM 93 » i > Thus I," whose course of joy is o'er, Have sought, ere life be spent, to bow Before that spotless shrine once more Where first I breathed my morning vow. Though altars, that might well have vied Even vt'ith mine own, around me shone, My iieart hath never turned aside; But, restless still, I've wandered on, Till now, in all its pomp divine, The wished-for fane at length I sec ; And, lowly bending at its shrine, Breathe forth my soul, adoring thee. ii\ t '■■■'' ;JP ;t \\h • \ A ' ) I SAW TWO YOUNG ROSE TREES. 1 SAW two young rose trees, that waved in the bla«l, Their briars and their blossoms so fondly entwine ; I saw them, the moment the tempest swept past, Part coldly for ever, nor seem to repine. And I thought of the hearts that had (lourished like them. And, like them too, hi wo had united their frame As closely as if they had sprung from one stcm- Thcir joys, and their h.>pes, and their sorrows the same : Yet, sooti as Adversity's trial was o'er, Had parted as widely, as coldly as those ; Forgotten each tie that had bound them before, And from dearest of iViends become rankest of foes. mwa—pi VMPBiBBpaiimnPM e ; 95 And I could not but marvel that tliey, whom the hour Of peril had moved not, thus calmly should part ; But it is not the tempest that cankers the flower, And it is not affliction that clianges the heart. No, the flowret will live through the cold dews of night. And bloom forth at morning, more blushing and fair ; But if noon pour around it its fulness of ligJit, It will pine on the stem, and lie withering there. And the soft joys of Pleasure that breast will disarm Which had never been quelled by Adversity's fears ; As the mist, that, unshaken, has weathered the storm. By the first gleam of sunshine is turned into tears. \ D6 i 1 Wl* TO • ■•f If ever yet a gleam of mirth From my sad bosom banished The cares which bow it down to earth, To you alone it owed its birth, And oh, with you it vanished. So, while the summer sunbeams play Upon some darkling river, It warmly flashes back the ray ; But if the beam be turned away, The tide is dark as ever. w LOVE BLOOMS UPON THY CHEEK SO FAIR. Love blooms upon thy cheek so fair, And sparkles in thine eye ; He wantons in thy flowing hair, And breathes in every sigh. He gives thy voice its melting tone, He gives thy mien its grace ; But in thine icy heart alone He never finds a place. ril bow no more, as I have done, At shrines so cold the knee ; I'll sing no more of love for one Who will not list to me. Thus, thus for ever do we part — And thus I break the chain Which once you bound around my lieart, But ne'er can bind again. 'M 13 m WHEN THE BEE NEGLECTS TO SIP. When the Bee neglects to sip Sweets from every floweret's lip ; When the golden child of day Turns her from the worshipped ray, Then farewell to thee, dear ; But, till Bees no longer rove, And till sun-flowers cease to love. Faithful will I be, dear. When the breeze that o'er her blows Wafts no perfume from the rose ; When the Minstrel of the shade Pours not forth his serenade. Then farewell to thee, dear ; But, till rosy odours fail. And till mute the Nightingale, Faithful will I be, dear. 99 When the Dove, with anxious breast, Broods not o'er her tlowny nest ; When the crystal stream no more Mirrors the o'erhanging shore, Then farewell to thee, dear ; But till then — through joy and wo, Winter's chill and summer's glow, Faithful will I be, dear. I .' I H=!'1 1 ii:;,* THE DAYS ARE GONE. I . u The days are gone— for ever gone— Ere Fancy taught my heart to rove ; When the pure flame that led me on Was kindled at the shrine of Love. When Nature wore her brightest smile, And Pleasure knew of no alloy ; When every breast was free from guile, And every cheek was flushed with joy. M' ' iA -Li i . 1 ■ : - T ■ 'ii 'M .:-i. lii k I mingled with the careless throng, I sported in th' enlivening ray ; To Love I tuned my matin song, To Love I breathed my vesper lay. Bright eyes and sunny looks were there, And checks unsullied by a tear ; My heart acknowledged all were fair, Yet only one of all was dear. 101 And can I ne'er those hours renew, Life's sweetest liours ? and is there none To love as thou wert wont to do, To clieer as tlmu wouldst now have done ? No— life is but one dull, dark night Of clouds and misery— for thou, Brightest of all that made it brijrht. Even thon hast set in darkness now. And faithful Memory— while she grieves At the review of wasted years, And casts her weary glance o'er leaves Deformed by blots, or stained with tears- Turns fondly to that sacred spot, That page, from stain or error free, Which tells of moments ne'er forgot, Of love, and happiness, and thee. Of thee and love too wild to last Oh, tell me not that beams, which flow From memory of pleasure past. Can shed a light o'er present wo. Alas, those very beams, instead, But make our present gloom the worse ; When joy is flown and hope has fled, Then even memory proves a curse. 102 ( . To feel that Beauty once has blest The heart she ne'er can bless agahi ,- That Pleasure's cup has once been prcst To lips that now are parched with pain ; That every dear and cherished bliss Has vanished like a morning dream ; When Memory teaches only this, How sweet were Lethe's fabled stream ! 4. i\ , ► i ! .^ :'t lOi THE PORTRAIT When, to the Graces' wondering view, Young Love, one day, unfolded The portrait of that form so true. Which his own hand had moulded : 'Tis mine, 'tis mine, Thalia cries, That air so arch and simple ; Aglaia claims the laughing eyes, Euphrosyne the dimple. But Love who, with a roguish smile. Had listened to each stricture. Thus spoke, their claims to reconcile— Tt is my Julia's picture. ( mi' Jl f. \{)4- »1 I I OH, TRUER IS THE COURTIER'S TEAR. Oh, tmer is the Courtier's tear Shed o'er a fallen Tyrant's bier ; Truer the praises Pot s sing, Or sighs, or vows— or any thing Above, below-divine or human- Tl.an Woman -fickle, faitldess Woman. m "1 iy»'' Turn irom her sparkling orbs of blue, And gaze not on her cheek's soft hue ; Within, no lights of Genms spring, No me.ital rose is blossoming. So Day's warm beams may gild the tomb, And sweetest flowers around may brcthe, Yet can they not impart their l>loom, Tlieir '.pirit to tl.e .lust beneath. ■1 gQ lo: Fly from her smile—though bright and warm, ^Tis false as sunbeam 'mid the storm. When the pure, transient gleam is gone, More darkly rolls the tempest on ; And thus, when Woman's smile is o'er, Her frowns grow darker than before. And though her bosom seem to be The dwelling-place of purity, Yet feeble there is Reason's ray, And Passion holds unbounded sway. So Etna rears her smiling crest. And seems all hushed in sweet repose, While, pent within her raging breast, The quenchless flame for ever glows. '^i Then rather trust the Courtier's tear Shed o'er a fallen Tyrant's bier, Or praise that hireling Poets sing. Or sighs, or vows— or any thing, Above, below — divine or human — Than Woman— fickle, faithless Woman. f ' u iri lOfi ■I- ' ^ IK; ii AH, WHEREFORE REPROVE. Ah, wherefore reprove My words of love, And whisper thus, '^ fie for shame," my dear ; If shame there be In adoring thee. You have none but yourself to blame, my dear. Or why should your cheek Such anger bespeak ? I ask but the loan of a kiss, my dear, And I know that thou art Too tender of heart To deny such a trifle as this, my dear. 107 The Zephyi- of Spring Still scents his wing From the rose-bud he passes o'er, my dctir ; And steals, as he flier, Her Lalmiest sighs, Yet the floweret is sweet as before, my dear. And so, with ease, If Beauty please. From the lips where such treasures are left, my dear. Can Love purloin The richest coin, And no one discover the theft, my dear. Then keep not thu;s Such a terrible fuss. Nor torture your sweet little mind, my dear, With the idle fear That, if lips come too near, Sonie trace may be left behind, my dear. But pray incline Your cheek to mine, There's nobody nigh to sec, my dear ; You'll never miss The borrowed kiss, And oh, '(will be ]>recious to tne, my d ear, i :^:>h 108 LADIES, GOOD-BYE. Ladies, good-bye To your arts and wiles ; No longer care I For your frowns or smiles ! Gone are the days When Woman could sway me ; When a smile could raise, Or a frown dismay me. Ill vain, as of old, Love's torch brightly shi:>eth ; Or his bands of gold The little God twincth In vain Pleasure layeth Her toils around me ; Or Beauty displaycth The charms that once bound mc. ion Unheeded they kneel, And unheeded they warble ; My breast is of steel, And my ears are of marble. So, Ladies, good-bye Tc your arts and wiles ; Little care I For your frowns or smilcB } il i it I 'I no :i it MADRIGALS. 1 >vouLD have begged of Love to be The bearer of my vows to thee, But that I feared the treacherous elf, When he had once beheld thhie eyes, Would have forgot my tears and sighs. And wooed thee only for himseif. hi '. 5 t* f Oh no, I will never love more— I swear as I've sworn before ; Since vanity, pride, caprice In the most of thy sex arc met ; Since one never could live in peace With a prude or a pert coquette ; Oh no— I have argued it o'er— No, no, I will never love more— Any but thee, Lisctte. m T H 1 O L E T S. Sister Graces, among you three To which shall I my heart surrender ? Little of choice is left to me, Sister Graces, among you three — Each has her claims— my love must be Of temper mild, and of soul most tender ; Sister Graces, among you three To which shall I my heart surrender ? To guard her flock and guard her heart Is too much for a Shepherdess ; 'Tis no such very easy part To guard her flock and guard her heart ; When swains assail the one with art, And wolves with force the other press, To guard her flock and guard her heart Is loo much for a Shepherdess. 112 1 II &il%. EPITAPHS. ?; Ml;': ■ ; ■ ' j ^ {'% ON A LAWYEU. Reader, there sleeps, beneath this stone, A Lawyer, and an honest one ; If thou hast e'er been doomed to know The plagues with which a lawsuit's tainted, Draw near and o'er him vent thy wo ; But if, perchance, thou'rt unacquainted, Pass on-^pray Heaven to keep thee so. ON DR. Our Doctor's gone, but, ere he went, He kept us in terrorm. And half the neighbourhood he sent To clear the way before him. iH« H3 ON A SCOLD. Here rests in death, thank God, my wife, A thing she never did in life ; 'Twcre needless, reader, to repine — She takes her ease and gives me mine. ON A BON-VIVANT. On downy wings my years flew on, Years of pleasure And years of whim ; Till Death vouchsafed to think of one. Who never found leisure To think of him. n lU > nT TT EPIGRAMS. IN VINO VERITAS. I! Truth, says the proverb, 's in our cup, And Truth should be the search of youth So, while I quaff my nectar up, I'm only searching after Truth. m. :i' GREECE. Greece, though in these, our latter ages. So vaunted for her learned schools, Could only number seven sages- How rich she must have been in fools ! t 115 n i; A RT A \ I) }{ ^)l)\. I'll a Udx wlio hail sUilen the lormcr. It is not riglit old friends to part, And tliese we well may call so ; Then, Lady, give me back my heart, Or take my body also. /KNKAS, When he, the prince ot'Ilion, as we read, Snatched from the flames the anthor of his life, Heaven strove to recompense the generous deed He saved his father, and he lost — his wife. k 116 THE RIN<^ f ir The ring you gave— that simple ring Miglit well thine emblem be ; No gems around it glittering In proud array we see : But all is modest to the sight, Yet sterling in degree ; As virtue, purc-as honour, bright- Lik^^ thee, my love, like thee. I .;i.! { ; t ' ■ 1''' - 117 TO JULIA. Little Love, in his wantonness playing, To lodge in my breast was beguiled ; And Venus, alarmed at his straying, Now offers a kiss for her child. Shall I give up the boy ?— will no other With an offering more tempting entice ? Oh thou, whom he'd take for his mother. Wilt thou buy him at Venus's price ? ( % ns ly. ft TO THE BUTTERFLY. Butterfly, on wanton wing Round and round inconstant roving, Tasting all the sweets of Spring, Ever changing, ever loving- Little cj)icure in bliss, Still thou bcar'st, from Hower to ilower, Brightest smile or sweetest kiss, As the trophy of thy power. Who would spurn so rich a trophy .■' Who such pleasures could decry ? Had I never met my Sophy I'd have been a Butterlly. 119 FORGET ME NOT. ;» "Forget me not, although we part — To think thou wert untrue Would break the fond, confiding heart, ^niich only beats for you." " Oh let this dark, foreboding fear, This sorrow be dismissed ; For see — lest I forget thee, dear, I've placed thee on my list." I Wi' u i" ;. 120 JO MY LYRE. 1^ 5 .! nn V From thee, my Lyre, as one who bids adieu To some dear friend he ne'er again shall meet- Some friend, whose counsel kind and converse sweet Had shed a charm o'er moments as they flew. Which else had loitered on with leaden feet- From thee I part in sorrow. Thou, to me, Didst oft, in wo, thy soothing influence lend ; Amid the wilds thou wast society. Among the faithless thou wast still a friend. But the world calls me from thee, and wc part, And to another's touch thy chords must swell: No more their tones shall vibrate through my heart. No more my ear must listen to their spell ; Farewell, beloved Lyre-till brighter hours, farewell ! .lANV. 182G. t \' ,■■ ''' I ■• -a 'ft! ■ ;!: f ' .' ■ : ' l;;^ '/I If ^ : ipi REMNANTS. I TOOK MY LUTE. 1 TOOK my Lute, once more to sing Tlioso themes of love which still are dear ; I took my Lute, but every string- Was glistening with a tear. For oh, I thought of other days, When one, who must not hear again The song my simple chords might raise. Had listened to th.at strain. i < 1 1 ' .-J- 124. And wildly then I sought to wake Tlie silence of my slumbering Lute, And forced my trembling lips to break The epell which held them mute : A iJ I But the light spirit of those chords I found, too soon, had died away ; And Love's own pure and sparkling words Were chan«ed to Sorrow's lay. As if my Lute but knew too well How much that loved one had deceived; As if my lips refused to tell What She no more believed. As if they both bad deemed it wrong That other ears should hear a tone, A word of that impassioned song, They ])reathed for hers alone. 19.- WHY DOTII THE BULBUL. Why (lotli the Bulbul to the rose Repeat his nightly lay, Yet cease at morn ? Because he knows Thou'dst shame his melody. Wliy do tliose briglit seraphic eyes That round us niglitly shine, Retire when morning l)ids thee rise ? Because they yield to thine. I twined a wreatli at matin liour, And bound it in thy hair ; The dew was dripping from the flower Tliat blushed in beauty there: f But look — even now, ere dose of day, How pale the wreath I wove ! The flowers have died of jealousy, While I expire of love. t ■„ 126 THE W AHRIOR-CHIEF. m ' ,i' VI] Good-bye, my love, good-bye, I dare no longer stay ; The tear is starting in my eye. And sorrow must have way. And yet no tear should flow, Though sadly thus wo i)art ; I would not have another know The weakness of my heart. When the Paynim foe is driven Before our Christian hand, And we've reared again the Cross of Heaven Within the Holy-Land ; Oh, then to thee and bliss Thy Chief will homeward bio, And t'hat hour shall heal the pangs of this- My Isabel, good-bye. 127 Tlio Warrior-Chief is gone To the plains of Palestino, And his Lady-Lovc is left alone In her distant bower to pine. And years rolled on, long years (-)f suftering and grief; Of chevisliod hopes and maddening fears For him, her Warrior-Chief. From morn till night she gazed, II is coming sail to mark ; From night till morn her watch-fire blazed To guide his welcome bark. B.it still no tidings came Of him she loved so well — How could he in the field of Fame Forget his Isabel I More pallid grew her check, Her eye became more dim ; Her heart was broke, so purely meek, And all for love of him. He came at last, but Death Had claimed the mastery ; He only caught her parting breath — Good-bye, my love, good-bye. 128 OH, DO NOT BRUSH THE TEARS AWAY. > \ ., ( Oh, do not brush the tears away Whicli thus at meeting rise ; But let them tremble while they may, And glitter in thine eyes. And I will think the drops that wet Those lids, arc drops of dew, And each sweet orb a violet, So softly shining through. More dear than smiles such tears to me. And yet 1 could not bear That even these, though sweet they be. Too long should linger there. They look so like the drops of pain I cannot ask their stay ; But thus— and thus— and thus again— I kiss them all away. 129 WHERE ARE THE FLOWERS. Where are the flowers, the blooming flowers That filled with fragrance our summer bowers ; And where are the birds that on tuneful wing Round those summer bowers were fluttering ? The flowers lie withered upon their stem, And the song of the birds expired with them. £# -r Where are the friends of our early years, Companions alike in their smiles and tears ; And where is the one loved, faithful breast, Truer and dearer than all the rest ? Our youth, like the summer, is gone, and they Like the birds and the flowers have passed away. Yet not like them — for again in Spring The flowers will bloom, and the birds will sing ', But where is the power that can restore The friends of our youth, whom we valued more Than the bloom of the flowers, or the birds' soft strain ? Oh, who can bring us those friends again ! toak they dared, Breathed only vows of duty. ?tly ears sucked in each honied word That trickled from her tongue, dear ; But now all this appears absurd — I am no longer young, dear. na |;r' Of her I dreamed the livelong day, On her by night I pondered ; Even when at church I sought to pray, To her my fancy wandered. For her alone my Muse would sing, And gaily has she sung, dear ; But now 'tis quite a different thing — I am no longer young, dear. P ' ! My cheek is pale, my pulse is low. My limbs begin to falter ; My sight is dim, my health so, so — How constitutions alter ! My mind has lost its wonted tone, My nerves are all unstrung, dear ; And something, every hour, makes known I am no longer young, dear. (' 'Tis strange, in sooth 'tis passing strange, That Time, upon m stealing. Should work so wonderful a change In every thought and feeling. Why kneel 1 not, where once I knell, Love's votaries among, dear ? Why feel I not as once I felt ? I am no longer young, dear. ( I ns And yet even now — to tell the truth — Wlien all is gloom around me, Will sometimes gleam a Hash oF youth, To shew what once it found mo. And then I turn me to the glass ; And then, by anguish rung, dear, I'm forced to own — alas, alas — I am no longer young, dear. i <■ I Hi 1 ! li h r I AM i\ 4 .. HERE, THEN, WE PART FOR EVER. IIerk, then, wo part for ever ; Dear though thou once miglit he, I would not now endeavour To win one sm'de from thee. Few eyes may shhic so bright as thine, Few brows may be so fair ; But nor eye nor brow can move me now, For truth is wanting tliere. Here, then, w(i part for over- Dear thougli thou once miglit bo, 1 wouhl not now endeavour To win one smiU^ from thee. 176 The rose, when it is blighted, Lies withering from that hour ; And the fond heart, when slighted. Will wither like the flower. No after sun that beams upon That rose, can bloom impart ; No after love can e'er remove The canker from that heart. Here, then, we part for ever — Dear though thou once might be, I would not now endeavour To win one smile from thee. 176 WHAT'S MY HEART. fp^' Ij 'i',i' ^ ij 1 m ■ 1 ■I ' ,1 ; . i i m| MlJ If wk 11. 1, My Heart's a sort of riddle, which, How thick soe'er you strew it With Love's light grain, but needs a twitch, And all runs briskly through it. My Heart's a target formed of wax, Love's dullest shaft can score it ; But still the last fills up the tracks Of that which went before it. 'Tis like Love-^ own tough bow, my Heart— His slightest touch may make it Relax a while, but all his art Can ne'er suffice to break it. #■ 1^ 177 f ^1 '^ HOW I LAUGH. How 1 Inngli, wlien Woman sings "Man but woos us to betray" ! Coaso your foolislj murmurings — Can it be a sin to stray ? Why was Cupid blest with wings, If 'twere not to fly away ? Ever prompt at Pleasure's call, If we're fiekle who «an blame ; Still to dwell in constant tlirall Even tlic proudest heart would tame Better never love at all, Than for ever lo%'e the same. Vain and trifling every one, Woman flies if you pursue; Rut if once you seek to shun, Then, in turn, she follows you. Win, but leave lier soon as won — Love is only sweet while new. 93 im !J r 'fin MY WILD DAYS ARE OVER. ' [t 1 [' jf^i :j:: My wild flays are over Of tVolie juitl joy ; I'm no longer u rover, A sonsitivo boy. The fires tliatonee miiddened My pulses, sire dead ; And the ])loJisurcs which gladdened, Now tiro me instead. Oh, niv wild davs are over Of frolic and joy ; I'm n(» longer u rover, A sensitive boy. 1 ^- I' !! i- 179 I'm an altei'eil, a new miin, A creature reborn ; Though tl)e slave long of \\''onian5 Her charms I can scorn. All compact between us As folly I treat ; I could gaze upon Venus, Nor kneel at her feet. Oh, my \','il(l days arc over Of fioiic and joy ; I'm no longer a rover, A sensitive boy. In vain Love's view-holla Around me may sweep ; I care not to follow, I look ere I leap, llark-lbrward ! tantivy! Let others pursue ; liut to all the gay bevy }' > bid an adieu. Oh, *uy wild days ar« over Of 'Volic and joy ; I'm no h)ngei' a rover, A sonsitivo boy. 180 1 r- i V r^i ) OH, PITY MY LOT. Oil, pity my lot. ■intimely boni In an ago so CihU as this is ! Instead of honour, repaid with scorn ; Instead of apphiuse, with hisses ! ■' il If I dare again^it Folly to wield my pen, However 3 usl the tirade is, ■ I'm hooted by all the Gentlemen, And snubbe(i by all the Ladies. n> ft, ;%■ 1. 11, H^ i 1 If Envy and Hatred I expose, Or to Malice preach repentance, The Gentlemen threaten to pull my uose, Till' Ladies to cut my actpiaintance. From the surly mood of a world so rude Who would not lly that could do so ! Who would not prefer the solitude Of the late Mr Robinson Crusoe ! .F I 181 ODE ^J O WOMAN. '•TECUM VIVEUE AMEM, TECUM OBEAM LIBENS- Oh Tho\i — Heaven's gift, last, dearest, best- To whom my vows liave been «>fidressed From youth to manhood's hour, Why shouldst thou think if, for a time, I've pUiyed the truant in my rhyme. That I could mock thy power ? Why that my once-devoted Iteart, Though wild, could act so base a part As now to spurn aside Tlie allegiance it had fondly sworn, The yoke which it had ever borne With pleasure, and with pride? 182 i^:, Perhaps, wlieii all is bright and fair, Too oft wc may despise thy care And style thee light and vain ; But well we feel, when clouds deform Our skies, 'tis thou canst quell the storm. And bring us peace again. ■1 ' i- 'Tis thine u sacred charm to throw Alike around the high and low. The cottage and the throne ; To sooth ou^- woes, or calm our fears, To share our joys, or mingle tears Of sorrow witb our own. r T' The Soldier's cheering battle-word Amid the din of war is heard, Prompting to deeds of Fame ; What is that potent spell which stirs His spirit to the quick ?— 'tis hers, 'Tis Woman's magic name. ■1 I:' I.. I ■ ■ hII The Seamsm, on the troubled deep, Tastes the delights of tranquil sleep, Though wild winds rave above ; 183 He hoeils tliem not, but dreams, the while- Ot' what ? — of Woman's gentU; smile, And Woman's constant love. 1 y And I — wlut, all unskilled to claim Aught that pertains to Poet's name, Have sometimes touched the lyre— Oh, I have ever purely thought On Woman's virtues, when I sought To wake poetic fire. And who could mark those virtues bloom, Nor turn to thee, as one to whom His homage should 1h3 given ! The beacon ])laced on peril's brink To guide him on bis course, the link Uniting Earth with Heaven ! Then deem not, though my wayward Muse May often, in her pride, rrifuse To worship at thy shrir n. Oh, deem not that my heart is free ; In secret still I bend the hnee, And own thy power divine. 184 Uu i \i » |i i;|: i',, 1 I never murmiired at thy will. Which wns my sovereij^ti law, but still A ready service gave ; And would I no'v unbind the chain .'' No— were I born again, again I should become thy SLAVE t \ ' ' ii ,\ 1' . 1 t III;: CONTENTS. ODDS AND ENDS. : The Gill 1 left beliiml ini', Laiiil, ...... Ilniiie, ,....■ Here's to tlic eye ol'spaiUrmg blue, T(i Clio I love hiin now no more, . Rememberest thou our uuniiing sky, . liOve and the Swallow, Adieu, . . . » . . Tempus tugit, The Pilgrim returning from Mecca's bhrinc, To Mary, Anacreontic. Anacreontic. . . . • • Talk not of parting yet, The Soldier's grave, . tm > . Oh, dinna turn awa', Say not life is a waste of gloom, Isabel, ....•• Nay, dream not that Time can unrivct, ' Tis not when the brow is bright, ► 'l 9 n n IB 18 22 24. ■26 96 28 29 30 .S2 3t -i.i m m m IMAGE EVALUATION TEST TARGET (MT-S) 1.0 I.I «- illM |50 ""'^^ L25 III 1.4 M 120 1.6 cf-^. I ilUlUgiupliiL. Sciences CoiporatioR 23 WEST MAIN STREIT WEBSTfcn, N.Y. 14580 (716) 872-4503 [I i ^!' II 3 n 186 The moon is travelling through the sliy, Toujours fidele, .... Why shoulddt thou thinlc my heart is changed, She is gone to the place of her rest, The rose that buds ana blooms, Sacred Melody, . . . Fensees, .... Where are the kings of former timei, Sacred Melody, Tis long since we have met, Though the cold hand of sickness, Young Love, one eve, with bosom light, Fill up the bowl, . . My Country, Anacreontic, Fare thee well, . Dear INIary, check that rising sigh. I'd wish to be, . . If you love, dear, oh breathe not a word Woman, .... Auld Robin Gray, Fancy not, dear, I can e'er forget, Oh, this is love, Stanzas, .... Adele, «... Cuishia ma chree, . . Sweet streamlet. . . When first we met, Thiuk not, di'arcst. To my Carrier Dove, When the poor Pilgrim bent with pain I saw two young rose trees, To , . Love blooms upon tLy cheek to fair, When the bee neglects to sip, The days arv gone, . . The Portrait, . . . 41 42 44 46 47 48 50 51 5t 54 56 58 60 62 63 64 66 68 70 72 74 76 78 79 89 82 84 86 88 90 92 94 96 97 98 100 103 .41 187 Ob, truer is the Courtier's tear, Ah, wherefore reprove, Ladies, good-bye, Madrigals, Triolets, Epitnphs, Epigrams, The Ring, To Julia, . To the IJutterfly, Forget me not, To my Lyre, Paoi. lot 106 108 110 111 112 Hi 116 117 118 119 120 REMNANTS. 1 took my Lute, . • • • • 12,1 Why doth the Bulbul, .... . 125 The Wunior-Cliief, 126 Ob, do nut bruxh the tears nway, . . . 128 Where are the flowers, .... . 129 When I look on that bcaiitilil cheek, . 130 Love's embUun, ..... 131 Fiddle-de-dee, ....... 132 Fill to the brim, . . . 134 Fareivell, farewell, 136 Woman, 138 I,iiu's wiitten beneath a portrait, . , , 140 Oh, well I remember the hour, . 142 Thou w'tst not (here, .... 144 Universal Love Song, 146 * * .i 188 mi ^ We met, . • • • The beautiful star, Oh Love, like the sun, can brighten, When last I saw thee, Youth, .... Oh, had I a thousand eyes, When thou art near, . Is it 80| • • • • The Poet to his Mistress, . The dream, They are all, they are all departed, The Benedick's lament, I ana no longer young, dear, Here, then, we pait for ever, What's my Heart, How I laugh. My wild days are over, Oh, pity my Lot, Ode to Woman, FaUK' " 148 IJU lo2 loi lj.j 15« 158 160 162 164 166 urn 171 174. 17« 177 178 180 IHI ♦ t. AND T. A. STARKE, PBINTMlt' • •If-