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 THE LIBRARY 
 
 OF 
 
 THE UNIVERSITY 
 
 OF CALIFORNIA 
 LOS ANGELES
 
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 Lately pitblithed, 
 IN FOOLSCAP OCTAVO, PUKE SLVEN SlIILMNGS, 
 
 THE CURSE OF CHATTERTON, 
 
 AND 
 
 ©tt)cr Poem^. 
 
 BY ARTHUR BROOKE. 
 
 Also, by the same Author, in Foolscap Octavo, 7>. 
 
 POEMS, (1817.) 
 
 Also, 
 
 JUVENILE PIECES, (1816.) 
 
 Sewed, iy. 6d. 
 
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 Shinntr-Street, London,
 
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 a«D 
 
 iF IS IS HfiN^S^. 
 
 FARI QUjE SENTIAT. Horat. 
 
 BY 
 
 ARTHUR BROOKE. 
 
 r'!l!N TED FOR LONGMAN, HI KST, RF.E<, ORME, AND BKOWN, 
 PAT^liSUSTEli-ROlV. 
 
 1820.
 
 
 DEDICATION. 
 
 YE gentle few, whose liearfs, and lips, and 
 eyes, 
 With smiles, and kisses, and kind words 
 
 have shed 
 A sweetness o'er the lonely paths T tread ; 
 Who know that in this outworn bosom lies 
 A soul yet (piickening- with some sympathies, 
 Thou;i;ii the first tire of earlier days is fled. 
 And the proud heart which long' and vainly 
 bled, 
 Submits no more to Love's indig'nities : — 
 Accept these lays: their sweeter, tenderer 
 tone — 
 Tf such lliere be — to you in sooth belongs ; 
 And well I hope — and in that ho])e alone 
 This wreath I weave — that e'en some wilder 
 song"s 
 ^) Inch move the worldHng^'s frown or cynic's 
 
 sneer, 
 To you and some like you may still be dear. 
 
 8^1886
 
 i^r^fact. 
 
 IN putting forth the present little Volume to 
 the world, the Author is aware of the truth of 
 the observation, that if a writer does not sur- 
 pass himself at every successive publication, he 
 is generally supposed to have failed, as, eveu if 
 equally well written, there is no longer the 
 stimulus of novelty for his st\le or opinions. 
 This may more particularly be the case with 
 regard to the following pages, which contain 
 little or nothing of interest detaciied from their 
 Author, but are mere transcripts of personal 
 feelings and experience, which, — except in 
 some splendid instances, — are apt to be con-
 
 siclered, and not unreasonably, as insipid and 
 iintalled-t'or obtrusions on pul)lic notice. Yel, 
 however bttle calculated sucli efi'usions may be 
 thought for the general reader, the Author 
 could but feel gratified on former occasions, 
 and encouraged on the present, by the spon- 
 taneous expre.ssions of synipath\ and aiJpro\al 
 uhich ha\e reached him from cjuarters the 
 most unexpected ; and to those individuals he 
 beas now to ofier his acknowlediiments : — he 
 claims no merit but that of sincerity, and from 
 a few congenial or indulgent spirits he has 
 already recei\ed his reward; — to others he is 
 indifl'erent. 
 
 Some points of olijection which have been 
 uroed against his f jrmer productions may per- 
 haps be anticipated fortius; but as those objec- 
 tors would be the least likely to understand hi-; 
 explanations or delence, the Author is content 
 to pass them over in silence. 
 
 Cantevbarij, Dtcemhcr, 1SIL».
 
 CONTENTS. 
 
 Page 
 SONNET. " Spirit of Song', whom sometimes 1 
 
 hi;ve wooed" 15 
 
 A Younsf Girl's Adlress to her Mother 17 
 
 Sonnet. " The sullen hue of this NOvenihcr sky," 25 
 Sonnet. " JMy i'oot fiills heavy on the Hero's 
 
 breast" 27 
 
 To . "Jane! il" the '^low ol' a uioiiieiit 
 
 could dart" 29 
 
 Stanzas. " How sweet to wanton with the trern- 
 
 1)1 i no- strings" 31 
 
 To . " If music's breath can <.iive a charm 
 
 to words" 32 
 
 Soutitt. To an .Artist 3 5
 
 10 
 
 CONTENTS. 
 
 Pa^e 
 
 To — — — . " Oil Fanny, ^^\\en tliy flulterinf»" 
 
 l»ilse" 35 
 
 Sonnet. " Se\en \ tars ol'C'liihJhood's iiiicdiicern" 37 
 
 Stanzas. " 1 caie not wlitn tliis scene shall close" 38 
 Sonnet. " Alas! we talk but to tlie winds who 
 
 speak"' 40 
 
 Stanzas. " How small a deed ofkindness" 42 
 
 To . " Sueet Aura, when niy spirits sink,' 45 
 
 To . " AVhen twilight dims the evening 
 
 sky" 47 
 
 Contrast. " Tlie hill was in hriy-htness" 49 
 
 Twilight. '' Ho'.\ sweet hath been this darkling 
 
 pause" 5(> 
 
 Stanzas. " Old Ocean is a sacred thioL;" 52 
 
 Sonnet. ^\ ritten under a heautii'u! drawing of Jane 
 
 Shore 54 
 
 Sonnet. To a very younn- Chi;d 56 
 
 Sonnet. Addressed to a Skeleton 57 
 
 France. A Sonnet 59 
 
 Sonnet. " Each one lialh his o\\ n world" 01 
 
 To Annette. " Swett La\isaiinoi>e i u ho wert to me" (''3 
 Soiuiet. " Still present to the soul, thouuh lost 
 
 to sinht" (55 
 
 Adieu to the Tthone '•' 
 
 Piuis. A Sonnet '•'
 
 CONTF.NTB. 11 
 
 Page 
 To Ag-lae. " Where'er I roam, althoiig'h the 
 
 niyht" 72 
 
 ] 111 prom p til 74 
 
 Snmiet. To ;i Star 75 
 
 Fragment. " It is a Itlessed joy to tloat'' 76 
 
 Sonnet. " Ah (rioiid! tliat is an uiit'orgotlen <lay," 78 
 Sonnet. " Tlie whirl of wheels, the wattage of a 
 
 b;ail" 80 
 
 To Mailelina. " And we ]ia\e met once more on 
 
 earth" 81 
 
 An actual Dream 86 
 
 Moonlight. " \Vlien the busy world is sleeping". . 88 
 
 APPENDIX. 
 
 To . " To think that 'I'ime may snotlie my 
 
 woes" 93 
 
 To . " I see the shades of hopeless iil"... 95 
 
 Stanzas. '■ The moon has sunk heneath ym hill," 96 
 
 An Excuse. " All lieedless of the chilling dews," 97 
 
 Song. " We live in a round of fresh delights". .. 98
 
 12 CONTENTS. 
 
 Page 
 To 3Irs. " . " x\ini(l this gay untliiiikiiig 
 
 tlirong" 99 
 
 Imprcmptu, to a l.ady 100 
 
 Translation ofaii Ode ]fro(ixe(l to .Moore's Aiiacreoii 101 
 To . " Nay, tiiink not 1 would e'er 
 
 estrange'' 103 
 
 To . " Nay, set ine not this tuneliil task," 104 
 
 Stanzas. ' ^ly hai'ii was as that airy sliell" 105 
 
 Stanzas. " (Jh thou that oauglit'st thine azure 
 
 dye," lOG 
 
 Insanire Juvat 108 
 
 Canterijuky Races. A Satirical Frai>inent , 109
 
 1819.
 
 POEMS, 
 
 1819. 
 
 SONNET. 
 
 Spirit of Song ! whom sometimes I have wooed 
 PVom thy close haunt by Castaly's dark well, 
 If thou didst ever lend thy sacred shell 
 
 To cheer or soothe thy votary's solitude, 
 
 Accord it now I and be its strings imbued 
 
 Witli ail of Sorrow's sweetness, that the swell 
 Of its deep notes may echo to the cell 
 
 Where the heart sinks in its most desolate mood. 
 B 2
 
 16 POEMS. — 1819. 
 
 There is a stony region in this breast, 
 
 Hard, hot, and barren, and the freshening spring 
 
 Of Feeling, half-forgotten, sleeps below ; 
 Yet are there moments when the Aluse will bring 
 Her quickening wand, and at the touch confessed 
 
 Sudden the emerging waters grateful flow.
 
 POEMS.— 1819. 17 
 
 A YOUNG GIRL'S ADDRESS TO HER 
 MOTHER. 
 
 Nay, Mother, -why that frown ? 
 
 Is it a crime that I have found a way 
 
 To s^oothe a youthful poet's lonely hour, 
 
 One who has seen and suffered much, and now. 
 
 Shut out from all save three or two tried hearts 
 
 Which never fail him, dwells in Solitude ? 
 
 Oh had you seen, as I have done, the glow 
 
 Of earlier years flush over his wan cheek
 
 POEMS. 1819. 
 
 Ax my approach, and his most eloquent eyes, 
 Which had been talking with the sacred tomes 
 Of other tongues and ages, or with rapt 
 Unearthly glance followed his thoughts to heaven;— 
 Oh had you seen his cold and troubled lool: 
 (Where to the keen observer was confessed, 
 Through the forced calm of philosophic pride, 
 That pain, and fear, and doubt, and hope, and 
 
 dread, 
 Were still the prisoned inmates of his heart) 
 When it met mine, whate'er its present mood, 
 Instantly change to such a cordial smile 
 As if his soul leaped forth to bid me welcome ;--- 
 Had yo\i seen this, Mother, you could not chide me. 
 
 Then would he talk of Knowledge, and the lights 
 Yet burning o'er the wreck of dim Antiquity, 
 Like meteors o'er a grave, by which he traced 
 The rise and fall of empires, and the ebb
 
 POEMS.— 1819. 19 
 
 And flow of intellect from clime to clime : 
 
 Though melancholy "svas the inference 
 
 He drew from his research; he said he wandered, 
 
 And so in his belief did other men, 
 
 Though they perceived it not, through the sad waste 
 
 Of life in error or uncertainty, 
 
 From birth to death without a hope or guide. 
 
 And of the inexplicable mystery 
 
 Which wraps our being, mournfully he spake. 
 
 Of Interest, Pride, and Prejudice, and of 
 
 The odious track in which men blindly plod, 
 
 And their fierce folly in defending wrong, 
 
 And of the dreams and lies which solemn fools 
 
 And wilier tyrants forge to lead along 
 
 The simple crowd, he told: and, somewhat 
 
 moved, — 
 Of Faith, that many-headed monster, which 
 With blasphemous perversion has been fed 
 From aire to a^e with human blood and tears I
 
 20 POKMs.~1819. 
 
 And then he told me that the Law of Love 
 
 Alone should govern this uneasy world.— 
 
 Then as in eager converse oft we drew 
 
 Nearer together, he would gently bend 
 
 My form to his, and with a smile and sigh 
 
 Sink on my lips, — and oh! the subtile firu 
 
 Which from that touch shot through my thrilling 
 
 veins ! 
 Oh, Mother, you are old, you do not know, 
 Or have forgotten, haply never felt 
 The transports which two mingling spirits feel. 
 Who having long explored on painful wing 
 The unimaginable depths of Thought, 
 Find nothing to repose upon, but turn 
 And realize one blessing e'en on earth. 
 
 At times in this tumultuous tenderness 
 My senses were o'erAvhelmed, then would he seiz^ 
 His harp, and bending o'er its silvery strings,
 
 POEMS. — 1819. 21 
 
 Call back my spirits, and compose his own. 
 Yes, it was thus whoii last we m.et, and these, 
 These were the strains he passionately sung. 
 
 1. 
 
 Oh ! love, in the depth of those melting caresses, 
 
 In which our tranced spirits deliriously swim, 
 When I put hack, all trembling, thy dark-tiowing 
 tresses, 
 
 To gaze ua diose eyes so dis-olving and dim ; 
 When I feel in my arms all thy young beauties 
 glowing, 
 
 When round me that form clinging fondly I see, 
 I own, as 1 clasp thee with heart overflowing. 
 
 That life vet hath left me one bles-^ing in thee!
 
 22 POEMS.— 1819. 
 
 2. 
 
 Then damp not my joys by that sigh self-reproving; 
 
 The Virtue we serve shall be Nature and Truth ; 
 And the misjudging world may condemn us for loving, 
 
 Who deem but of Love as the folly of Youth. 
 They know not that those in whose breasts it beats 
 strongest, 
 
 Have hearts to which wisdom its best lore hath given ; 
 And that souls Avhere its fervors divine have burned 
 longest 
 
 Are those best prepared for the raptures of Heaven ! 
 
 1. 
 
 Sweet friend! if e'er the slumbering string 
 Of this neglected lyre shall waken, 
 
 'Twill be when from the struggling wing 
 Of Feelinjr custom's chains are shaken.
 
 POEMS.— 1819. "23 
 
 2. 
 "When thou, in thy unfettered youth, 
 
 Shalt stand triumphant by my side, 
 In love---in holinesri---in truth--- 
 
 In all, save earthly forms, my bride. 
 
 3. 
 
 When free as light thy soul shall soar, 
 
 Above the gross world's groveling throng, 
 
 And with extatic flight explore 
 
 With me the heavenward source of song. 
 
 4. 
 
 Till proudly gazing from that height 
 
 Where Wisdom's springs pcreiuiial flow, 
 
 We scorn the blind and envious spite 
 Of the base crowd that crawls below 1
 
 24 POEMS.— 1819, 
 
 5. 
 Robed in the intellectual blaze, 
 
 Gathered at Truth's empyreal throne, 
 Like meteors o'er their blasted gaze 
 
 On shall we pass---bright and alone! 
 
 6. 
 
 Or pausing in our high employ 
 To taste a dearer, tenderer bliss, 
 
 What can our wishes frame of joy, 
 That dwells not in our minelino; kiss? 
 
 7. 
 
 And when our souls dissolving blend, 
 And tranced in mutual raptures lie, 
 
 If earthly ties must have an end. 
 
 Then, then, beloved one ! we'll die.
 
 POEMS.— 1819. 25 
 
 SONNET. 
 
 The sullen hue of this November sky 
 Is dearer far to me than ail the blaze 
 Of summer suns, that witii oiHcious gaze 
 
 Seem to upbraid my unadmiring eye, 
 
 That wanders o'er creation heavily, 
 
 Without the smiling glance of silent praise 
 For all the verdant wonders whicli their ray; 
 
 Work on the world with annual alchemy.
 
 26 POEMS.— 1819. 
 
 For this condensing atmosphere can lend 
 
 Strength to the flagging spirits' wearied wing, 
 
 To soar in thought's high region, where we blend 
 Our being Avith our minds' imagining, 
 
 And in the blessedness of that new birth 
 
 Mock at the meaner joys of this low earth.
 
 POEMS.— 1819. 27 
 
 SONNET. 
 
 THE following lines were composed under feelings of strong indig- 
 nation on visiting the spot wliere a detestable and barbarous 
 outrage had been recently committed by the Laws of England, 
 on the body of a patriotic and unfortunate Spaniard. (See the 
 daily Papers, Dec. 1818,*) 
 
 My foot falls lieavy on the Hero's breast, 
 
 Who lies a. cold and mangled corse beneath; 
 Unhonored and forgotten now the wreath 
 
 Which bloomed victorious round his patriot crest 
 
 * Tlie following extract from one of tliem may not be unacceptable; 
 " The sliameful treatment of the Spanisli officer who killed himself the 
 other day, was, we grievously suspect, an intended compliment to the 
 understood opinions of government on these subjects. Tliis gentleman 
 (Mariano Marqucz de Castro) was concerned in the noble conspiracy of 
 Porlier, that is to say, in a conspiracy to procure the very constitu- 
 tional freedom wliich the vile Ferdinand had promised him in common 
 with all his preservers. He was imprisoned in consequence, and sub- 
 sequently got to England, where, instead of finding his patriotic 
 countrymen taken by the hand by those w-ho flattered and encouraged 
 them to fight the French, lie saw them struggling against poverty.
 
 28 FOKMs.— 1819. 
 
 While battling for the Right. ---Should he thus rest 
 Whose gallant spirit nobly sought in death 
 A refuge from disgrace, and whose free breath 
 
 Scorned the vile clay which Shame's dark bonds 
 invest I 
 
 Oh Thou that mockest at misfortune ! Thou 
 
 That warrest with the dead I Oh may the blight 
 
 Of lasting infamy upon thy brow, 
 
 England 1 for this all biisteringly light! 
 
 And when iliou fali'st, as soon thou must, then be 
 
 Such mercy as thou shewedst, shewn to ihee. 
 
 calurany. and hostility. It was a combination of tliese circumstances, 
 and tlie yearnins; after his unfortunate country, \\1hc1i drove liini to put 
 
 an end to iiis existence." '• C'rov,-d> followed the l.ody to the 
 
 burial place, and on its arriving at its dejtination, it was exposed 
 naked to the view of tiie public, wiio inimtdiately expressed a feelui:; 
 of horror at the si^du. After the body hail lain in that condition for 
 a short time, it wa-i thrown liradLon:; into the hole pripareil to re- 
 ceive it. Jl'he/i it fell in, the noise caused a renewal of the exprt»- 
 tion of public indignation: .'"
 
 POEMS. — 1819. 29 
 
 TO 
 
 Jane ! if the glow of a moment could dart 
 Its warmth to the core of a passionless heart, 
 That hour which beheld our last wild-quivering kls3. 
 Had perhaps been more deeply remembered in this. 
 
 But no! through my breast tliough I felt the flame 
 
 thrill. 
 That shrouded heart's pulse lay unwakened and chill; 
 As lightning-! in vain pour their beams round a rock 
 Which secure in its coldness but smiles at the shock.
 
 30 POEMS. — 1819. 
 
 Ah! once beneath eyes of less lur.iinous ray 
 My heart Avould liave n^elted in softness away, 
 But when even tJnj glauees has"e dwelt tliere in vain, 
 Oh I it never may hope those emotions again!
 
 POEMS,— 1819. 31 
 
 STANZAS. 
 
 How sweet to wanton with the tremblincr strino;s 
 Of Woman's heart, and wake their tenderest tone ; 
 
 Or sway with influence high the quivering springs 
 Of tears which wait on thy commands alone 1 
 
 And sweet when once the captive soul is freed 
 Which pined whole ages in unpitied pain, 
 
 To make the breasts for which thou bleddest, bleed, 
 And pay them trebly back those pangs again!
 
 32 POEMS.— 1819. 
 
 TO 
 
 WITH SOMt: rOEXRY OF TliE AUXIIOR'S SET TO MUSIC. 
 
 If Music's lireath can give a charm to Avords, 
 
 Which fiH'bly speak thy beauty's sot'teninc: spell, 
 Oh! let some minstrel touch the impassioned chords. 
 And tell lor me \vhat I may never tell. 
 
 Then haply one soft trembling drop may dim 
 
 Those eyes, and in that breast one answering 
 thrill 
 
 May Wake a pardoning, pitying sigh for him 
 Wiio loved — alas! perhaps who loves thee still!
 
 POKMS.— 1S19, 33 
 
 SONNET. 
 
 TO AN A U T r S T. 
 
 Painter! whose curious hand could fix the hues 
 Of the soul's lineaments, and thus chain down 
 On thy charmed tablet the unconscious frown, 
 
 Which pain and passion o'er the front diffase, 
 
 Unlovely — though the meditative muse 
 
 Perhaps not wholly may such look disown, 
 Rut pitying spare from her own verdant crown 
 
 One sheltering leaf fresh with Castalian dews'. —
 
 31 POEMS.— 1819. 
 
 Painter ! perhaps thine art had here once found 
 
 Far other exercise I in earlier years 
 Perhaps had traced a cheek all dimpling round 
 
 With rosy smiles, an eye undinuued by tears 
 Or studious vigils, and the joyous glow 
 Which Thoughtlessness flings over Youtirs bright 
 brow.
 
 POEMS.— 1819. 35 
 
 TO 
 
 On Fanny ! when thy fluttering pulse 
 
 Is throbbing to my hery kiss, 
 And passions, wild and high, convulse 
 
 Our mutual frames, ti'.l o'er the abyss 
 
 We hang of agony or bliss I 
 Tell me not fhen of holier ties 
 
 Which round thy heart nuist ever twine, 
 Since all that's dear beneath the skies 
 
 Friendship — Affection — Love —combine 
 
 To make thee for that minute mine!
 
 36 poKMs.— 181{>. 
 
 There is a claim I know — I feel — 
 And mine must soon relinquished be, 
 
 Yet once more with my lip I seal 
 My momentary right to thee, 
 With rapture's unfeigned fervency! 
 
 And oh! when that embrace sliall liold thee, 
 In which alone thou darest to rest, 
 
 How close soe'er those arms enfold thee, 
 Remember that thou once wert pressed 
 As fondly to as fond a breast!
 
 4 
 
 POEMS.— 1819. 37 
 
 SONNET. 
 
 IBtli OCTOBER, 1817 
 
 Seven years of Childhood's imconcern---seven years 
 Of Youth's quick varying sense of joy and pain — 
 Seven added years of Manhood's opening reign — 
 
 Have brought that heavy hour when hopes and fears 
 
 Grov/ cold, and when the fountain of our tears, 
 Whicii once, like dew drops o'er the parching plain, 
 Watered the hearty will never flow again, 
 
 Whate'er the weight the breast o'erburthened bears. 
 
 The future now avails not, since no time 
 
 Can e'er unteach this knowledge — that we stray 
 
 Tiirougli life all helplessness, and bliiidly climb 
 Froni Youth to Age, a dim and perilous way! 
 
 Whicli d;irklii.'r ends (ho'.ve'er vain dreamers rave) 
 
 In one wide gulph, inscrurable, — the Grave, 
 c
 
 38 POEMS.-^1819. 
 
 STANZAS. 
 
 I CARE not when this scene shall close, 
 
 No terrors hath the grave for nie, 
 This wearied frame may there repose, 
 And leave the encumbered spirit free; 
 Or should it rot in apathy, 
 
 And moulder with its mortal clay,- 
 Oh God ! 't were still a happy day 
 Which ends this fearful agony !
 
 POFMS.-1819. 39 
 
 Ilopoless on Earth, I turned to Heaven, 
 
 Till lost in Glory's boundless light, 
 All blind and l)lasted, downward driven, 
 I Slink in clouds of tenfold night; 
 And in the soul's perpetual blight 
 I drag about this hateful chain; — 
 Rut soon I shall not ask in vain 
 From thee, O Death, the wretchod's right.
 
 40 POEMS. — 1819. 
 
 SONNET. 
 
 Alas! we talk but to the winds, who ppeiik 
 
 Of suffering to the world's uulhiukina; throng. 
 
 They know not of what clay the child of song 
 Is fashioned, on whose frame such feelings wreak 
 Their torture, that the wilde>t words v/ere weak 
 
 To give them utterance ; — passions deep and 
 strong, 
 
 Pangs nameless, numberless, to him belong, 
 Though traced not always on his stoic cheek.
 
 POEMS. — 1819. 41 
 
 Ah fool', to think of sympathy from those 
 Who^e unimaginative eyes alone 
 
 Discorn life's vulgar and immediate woes ; 
 
 Lo\e is too fond — Time will this truth disclose,-— 
 That while we dream there will be two or one 
 \\ ho feei with us---but wake— -and there are uoae.
 
 4'2 
 
 POEM'!. 1 81 9. 
 
 STANZA^^. 
 
 1. 
 
 llow small a deed of kindne?s, when the heart is 
 
 Slink in woe. 
 Will swav the source of tears until their fountains 
 
 overflow. 
 In breasts that in the bittere>t hour of unrelieved 
 
 distress 
 Had scorned to let one burning drop the jKUiEfs thev 
 
 bore fxiiress.
 
 POEMS. — 1819. 43 
 
 Oh', well the soul can meet the shock of wrong, 
 
 neglect, and pain. 
 Fenced in its icy panoply of undisguised disdain 3 
 The storm may rave — that heart is firm, which soon 
 
 before one ray 
 Of kindness from some gentle eye in softness melts 
 
 away. 
 
 3. 
 
 A spirit that can wrestle with and overcome the rude 
 And angry tempests of the world, when in their 
 
 wildest mood. 
 Can feel the touch of tenderness with deeper, surer, 
 
 thrill 
 Than those who bend to every blast their weak and 
 
 servile will.
 
 44 POEMS. — 1819. 
 
 4. 
 
 And oh! forgive, ye friendly few, if sometimes I 
 
 have shewn 
 The semblance of a mind and heart, al; 1 too unlike 
 
 your own: 
 Perhaps by woes you deemed not of my bosom then 
 
 was wrung, 
 And scorpion-like my own sad hea^t each iiarsher 
 
 accent stung.
 
 POEMS,- 181 9. 46 
 
 TO 
 
 1. 
 
 SwKET Aura! when my spirits sink 
 Beneath the clouds of care and pain, 
 
 'Tis yet some solace when I think 
 How soon I meet thy smile again. 
 o^ 
 
 WIsate'er tlie woes Avhich ilirough the day 
 
 Pursue me with unceasing blight, 
 Those griefs rdl melt in joy awav, 
 
 When in those arms I sink at night I 
 3. 
 And still my soul can almost be 
 
 Content at morn and noon to grieve, 
 While it may soring, unchecked and iVee, 
 
 To meet and mix with thin:^ at eve. 
 (.: 5
 
 46 POEMS.— 1819. 
 
 4. 
 
 And dread not thou the envious sneer 
 Of such as would our loves condemn, 
 
 Because they know, so pure, so dear 
 A passion ne'er can throb for them. 
 
 5. 
 
 They have not felt---they ne'er shall feel 
 That bliss when hearts commingling blend, 
 
 Which still the same through woe or weal, 
 Love on unaltered to the end. 
 
 6. 
 
 For such must be the mutual tide 
 
 In which our lives shall flow for ever. 
 
 Unless thyself the stream divide— - 
 
 And can that be?— oh, no, love, never!
 
 POEMS. — 1819. 47 
 
 TO 
 
 1. 
 
 When twilight dims the evening sky, 
 And sparkling soft the stars appear, 
 To Halia's grove again I fly, 
 Where nightly I receive the sigh, 
 
 And stay the trembling tear. 
 And calm the throb so deeply felt 
 When maidens first are taught to nielt.
 
 48 POEMS. — 1819. 
 
 2. 
 
 Beautiful are the changing hues 
 
 Which mark the sun's departing hour : 
 And lovely are the lucid dews 
 Which in the sleeping flowers infuse 
 
 Their fresh and fragrant power; 
 But oh! more lo\ely, pure, and dear, 
 The virgin's blush — the virgin's tear! 
 
 3. 
 
 And think not, love, mv vows untrue, --- 
 
 Although when many a maid before 
 Her feebler spells around me threw, 
 i\Iy vagrant heart escaping flew. 
 
 And sought that maid no more; 
 Oh no ! 'tis not for hearts like mine 
 Ever to fly from eyes like thine!
 
 poKMs,— 1819. 49 
 
 CONTRAST. 
 
 1. 
 
 The hill was in brightness — the valley below 
 
 Grew dim as the shadows of evening came o'er; 
 So mv heart still reflected her eye's sunny glow, 
 Though the cold clouds of sorrow hung dark at 
 its core. 
 
 2. 
 And gaily the wild birds' sweet music ascended, 
 Yet sadly the breeze sounded through the black 
 pine; 
 As lately the laugh of her glad spirit blended 
 Its innocent mirth with the murmurs of mine! 
 3. 
 As Nature's best beauties from contrast must borrow 
 Their still-chan<ririir charm of harmonious deliirht, 
 So love, hate, and hope, fear, and grief, joy, and 
 sorrow. 
 In one sacred passion commingling unite!
 
 50 POEMS. — 1819. 
 
 TWILIGHT. 
 
 How sweet hath been this darkling pause I- 
 
 But, lo, the emerging moon I see, 
 Whose en\ious light the veil withdraws 
 
 Which screened awhile my love and me 
 Beneath the shade we wandered free 
 
 And mocked at man's obtrusive gaze, — 
 Then fair a- Dian"s orb may be, 
 
 Love now miirht well excuse her rays'.
 
 POEMS.— 1819. 51 
 
 Yon trembling star, whose radiance dim 
 
 Burns faintly in the distant skies, 
 Is light, and light enough for him 
 
 Who looks but in his lady's eyes; 
 The glow-worm's lamp a torch supplies 
 
 To guide our steps through Halia's grove; — 
 Then why should worlds of brightness rise 
 
 On those whose brighter world is Love !
 
 52 POEMS,— 1819. 
 
 STANZAS. 
 
 WIUTTE^- OX THE SEA SHORE, 
 
 1. 
 
 Old Ocean is a sacred thing; 
 
 Beneath the sun— bi'neatli the moon—- 
 Along this Avild shore murumring, 
 
 It sings a ceaseless tune. 
 
 2. 
 I've seen on many a summer's eve 
 
 The calmness of its azure plain 
 So smile, that thought could scarce believe 
 
 'Twould ever frown aicaiu.
 
 POEMS.— 1819. 53 
 
 3. 
 
 I've watched on many a wintry night 
 The maddening waves tumultuous roar 
 
 As if their once-awakened might 
 Woukl sleen in peace no more! 
 
 4. 
 
 Old Ocean! all thy moods are mine; 
 
 But I beneatli their changeful sway, 
 Sink to the grav{> in swift decline,-— 
 
 Thou, — smilest at decay !
 
 54 
 
 POEMS.- 1819. 
 
 SONNET. 
 
 WRniF.N" UNDER A EEALTIFUL DRAWING OF 
 JANE SHORE. 
 
 Ah gentle Shore! how oft I turn to gaze 
 Upon thy mild and mehincholy cheek, 
 So softly tinctured -witii the last faint streak 
 
 Of Beauty's lingering l)loom: while through the haze 
 
 Which sorrow sheds o'er th(> dim-burning blaze 
 Of once-bright eyes, that smile, so sweetly weak, 
 Falls o'er thy faded lips, pale, pure, and meek, 
 
 Like evenini:; flowers beneath a star's cold rays.
 
 poKMs.— 1819. 55 
 
 fair and frail onel if thine earthly guise 
 Were half so lovely as thy semblance here, 
 And Man thy judge I---thou couldst have nought 
 to fear 
 
 Of sufferings such as fablers old devise, — 
 
 That sad sweet tale which won our infant ear, 
 
 Till we i;at.listening with down-streaming eves.
 
 56 POEMS. -1819. 
 
 SONNET. 
 
 ■JO .\ VI.IIY YOU:>G CHILD. 
 
 YouxG pricu from a stock in ivhicli my blood 
 
 L-; i.o, rL.uou-'y blciided! happy thou 
 
 If ever o.i v.iy vuKuriiorteci brov/ 
 Tlh.-; iiak'von calm of Apathy could brood! 
 Bui Avhen from its u^icon.-cious solitude 
 
 Thy soul shall iosue forth, the peaceful ;low 
 
 Of thy voting (h'y~, as passions gathering grow, 
 jMay sweli at !a-t into the cataract flood 
 Of irremediable Woe! — But ^viiy, 
 
 Ah gentle Boy, this augury of ill! 
 I envy not thy l^'e-sings: ye; ;i sigh 
 
 Steals from my brea-t wliiie o"er tiiv siunibev 
 bending. 
 To thiiik mv sj'tirit may not l)e tbais still 
 
 \\ hen I, \vhat thou art eiuering o;i. ana endinjr.
 
 POEMS.— 1819. 57 
 
 SONNET. 
 
 iDlJicESSKIi TO A SKELtiOX iX n;. — - 
 
 Last iiig-lit I saw— it m;iy be in a dream— - 
 
 These v/itliered bones stalk to my couch and say, 
 "VVithi such unearthly tone that as I lay 
 
 Froze at my lier ": its life-sustaining stream:— - 
 
 " Child Oi the dust', immersed in many a scheme 
 or Fruitless care, know, thou h.ist but a day 
 Ere cold obstruction stops tliv pulse's play, 
 
 And Death must quench thy being's vital beam!"
 
 Speak yet again, thou griesly monitor, 
 
 If an immortal sjnril e'er possessed 
 This perishable frame, oh speak once more! 
 
 Give but one sign — and I may guess the rest. 
 
 Speak! move! — the dry bones mock my idle 
 quest. 
 Shewing my soul l)nt what it knew before.
 
 POEMS.— 1819. 59 
 
 drrii:if?» 
 
 A SONNET. 
 
 Is iioi this land a happy one ? which teems 
 With all that eye could ask from side to side 
 Oi' i'air and fruitful, quickening far and wide 
 
 Beneath this genial sun's most living beams? — 
 
 Such srevi^ her state — but is she vrhat .-he seems.' 
 Or in her dark and torn heart does she hide, 
 Wriiliing, the thunder-scars of blasted ])ride, 
 
 Watchinir the hour which ^'ictorv's wreath redeem>
 
 Cl; I'OEMS. - 1 8j 9. 
 
 O Nature 1 ^\]l\ for tiiat unresting thing- 
 
 Thy proud and fierce ])0;-is(i.ssor, does tiiy womb 
 Ail-bounteous thus its ceaseless trilnites bring, 
 "While his rank breast by !'el! Ambition's sting 
 Cankered decays, working i.is ov/n .-ad doom, 
 Folly liis aim---hi3 recompense a tomb!
 
 POEMS. — 1819. 61 
 
 SONNET. 
 
 NVRllTEN IN A REMOTE VILLAGE ON Till". CONTINENT. 
 
 Each one hath his own world: what are to me 
 The dwellerri In this rude and desokite place; 
 Or I to them, who ne'er could know one trace 
 
 Of my existence, — ^joy or misery; — 
 
 Is each self-centered? or in his degree 
 Is each to each essential, and the race 
 Of man diffused over the world's vast space, 
 
 But one inseparable family? 
 
 D
 
 62 POEMS. — 1819. 
 
 I know not; but my heart hath proudly thought 
 At times when maddened by the trampling throng, 
 
 That it could spare such fellowship, and sought 
 How the deep woods and lonely vales among, 
 
 Its once not loveless nature might be taught 
 
 To lose those feelings which it nursed too long !
 
 POEMS. — 1819. 63 
 
 TO ANNETTE . 
 
 Ldunfinne. 
 
 1. 
 SwKKT Lausaunoise! who wert to me 
 
 A friend where other tricads werj not, 
 Wliate'er thy future fate may be 
 
 By one thou ne'er canst be forgot. 
 Tiicre is a heart that long retains 
 
 The eense of kindness shewn like tliine, 
 Which asked for all its gentle pains 
 
 But one requiting smile of mine. 
 d2
 
 64 POEMS. — 1819. 
 
 2, 
 
 I deemed this breast was steeled to pain--- 
 
 Yet could it not refuse a sigh 
 To think I ne'er should meet again 
 
 The language of that loving eye. 
 May looks as kind and bright as those 
 
 By thee to cheer a wanderer given, 
 Shed o'er thy pure life's peaceful close 
 
 Their light, and guide thee hence to licaven !
 
 POEMS,— 1819. 65 
 
 SONNET. 
 
 To 
 
 Lake of Geneva. 
 
 Still present to the soul, though lost to sight! 
 Sweet friend, T thought as through the vallies fair 
 Of smiling France I roamed, wert Thou but there, 
 
 That prospect which around me bloomed so bright, 
 
 Would then be, oh! more dear — more exquisite; 
 And its gay capital with thee would wear 
 A happier aspect still, for thou couldst share 
 
 Joys which are lost upon a heart less light.
 
 66 POEMS.— 1H19. 
 
 But oh! the loveliness — the power — of this 
 Surpassing spectacle to feel with theel 
 
 From blue waves which the soft winds scarcely kiss 
 To the far Alps in cloud-crowned majesty 
 
 To gaze, and gaze, till lost in the abyss 
 
 Of thought we sank in rapturous sympathy '.
 
 POEMS. — 1819. 67 
 
 ADIEU TO THE RHONE. 
 
 1. 
 
 Adieu, adieu, thou glorious stream! 
 
 Whose arrowy tide of azure glows 
 Beneath the sun's ascending beam, 
 
 While in its pride it foams and flows! 
 Oh thus for ever may thy wave 
 
 In life and joy and brightness shine, 
 And b*e thy spirit blest which gave 
 
 Some portion of its health to mine.
 
 68 POEMS.— 1819. 
 
 2. 
 
 Too soon, alas! my joys are gone, 
 
 Whilst thine can never know decay: 
 Still rolls thy strength increasing on, 
 
 But mine must fail in one brief day! 
 In Freedom with the boundless sea 
 
 To mix will be thy happy doom. 
 When this corrupted frame will be 
 
 Consuming in a sunless tomb ! 
 
 3. 
 
 Adieu ! adieu ! I ne'er may gaze, 
 
 Swift Rhone, upon thy wave again; 
 Yet in the dream of after days 
 
 'Twill flash across my mindful brain. 
 The lake that forms thy peaceful bed — 
 
 The far-seen Alps— thy fertile shore 
 Which ne'er again my steps may tread, 
 
 My visions may recall once more!
 
 POEMS.— 1819. -69 
 
 4. 
 
 Farewell, farewell, I linger yet, 
 
 Unwilling from these banks to fly; 
 E'en Albion's cliifs will now be met 
 
 By me with no rejoicing eye. 
 Who would not be an exile here, 
 
 Unshackled o'er such scenes to roam. 
 When not a thought or hope that's dear 
 
 Remain? to tempt the wanderer home!
 
 70 POEMS.— 1819. 
 
 ilarid. 
 
 A SONNET. 
 
 Where the red stream of massacre once ran, 
 
 Now giddy thousands crowd in thoughtless haste; 
 
 Weak hearts and vain ! imworthy of the waste 
 Of sympathy their fathers sliared, when man 
 First raised his voice for freedom, and began 
 
 That strife on whicli the world's high hopes were 
 placed. 
 
 That strife whose close its glorious birth disgraced, 
 And fixed on holiest cause the foulest ban I
 
 POEMS.— 1819. 71 
 
 And vet not wholly vain : that meteor bright 
 AVhich should have grown into enduring day, 
 Hath left a light which will not pass away: 
 Tyrants have seen and trembled at the might 
 Of banded brethren battling for the Right, 
 And curse in silence their contracted sway.
 
 72 POEMS. — 1819. 
 
 TOAGLAE . 
 
 1. 
 
 Where'er I roam! although the night 
 
 Of care and pain hangs round me, 
 The beam that falls from looks of light 
 
 Through ev'ery scene hath fo\ind me; 
 And though I know that splendid ray 
 
 A meteor falsely guiding, 
 This heart will yet be lured astray, 
 
 Though still deceived, confiding.
 
 POEMS.— 1819. 73 
 
 2. 
 
 When will my breast forget to feel 
 
 Love's mingling pains and blisses? 
 And lips no more delight to steal 
 
 This dangerous dew from kisses? 
 Oh, turn that ruby mouth from mine, 
 
 Cling not to me so dearly, 
 Alas ! thy soul can ill divine 
 
 What mine feels so severely ! 
 
 3. 
 
 Aglae I yet an hour — and then 
 
 Our lingering lips must sever; 
 And oh, my heart predicts that when 
 
 We part, we part for ever. 
 I see o'er my devoted brow 
 
 Fate's stormiest clouds collected, 
 But oh, as thus, be ever thou 
 
 By Love's fond arms protected 1
 
 74 POEMS.— 1819. 
 
 IMPROMPTU. 
 
 TO HARRIET AND MARY, WHILE TRAVELLING. 
 
 As tender f^o^ver? o'ercharged with rain 
 Bow their meek bells towards the plain, 
 So fair girls when spirits creep, 
 Their dissolving eves to steep 
 In the balmy dews of sleep, 
 Droop their graceful heads, and fall 
 In sweet unconsciousness of all! 
 
 But let these eyes securely close 
 Their fringe in undisturbed repose, 
 For while they lie in slumber bound, 
 Love shall wake and watch around!
 
 POEMS.— 1819. 75 
 
 SONNET. 
 
 TO A STAR. 
 
 Fair Star ! that rearest thy resplendent crest 
 High o'er thy fellows, I have marked thy beam 
 On many waters; thou didst softly gleam 
 
 Over Lake Leman's broad and peaceful breast, 
 
 And sweetly did thy pure reflection rest 
 
 On the blue Rhone, and gay Lutetia's stream 
 Joyed in thy light, and the great Sea did seem 
 
 Proud of die presence of its glittering guest. 
 
 Thou on all these art shining now, and here 
 As by the banks of Stour I lonely stray. 
 
 And meet once more upon its bosom clear, 
 As I so oft have met, thy radiant ray, 
 
 I gaze — till all things round me disappear, 
 And my soul flies o'er scenes far, far away I
 
 76 POEMS.— 1819. 
 
 FRAGMENT. 
 
 It is a blessed joy to fioat 
 
 Upon the wings of onr own mind, 
 Unpilotcd to let our boat 
 
 Drive carelessly before the wind: 
 To every gust of thought resigned — 
 
 All effortless perhaps to reach 
 Knowledge which all the power combined 
 
 Of studious lore could never teach.
 
 POEMS.— 1819. 77 
 
 Far o'er the future's misty track 
 
 Now soaring with adventurous sail, 
 Or to the past now gliding back 
 
 Rapidly with the changing gale: 
 Through many a scene of bliss and bale 
 
 Like a pervading light to pass, 
 To turn from lifting Fate's dim veil 
 
 To gaze in Memory's magic glass !
 
 78 POEMS.— 1819. 
 
 SONNET. 
 
 Ah, friend! that is an unforgotten day, 
 
 When ^vearied with long toil as we had been, 
 Over Lake Leman's breast we sailed serene : 
 
 Stretched in our quiet boat we silent lay 
 
 From morn to noon, from noon till evening gray. 
 So deeply gazing on that glorious scene 
 That many a year must vainly intervene 
 
 Er« from our souls that sight can ])ass away.
 
 POEMS.— 1819. 79 
 
 Night came — but not as yet we sought the shore; 
 
 We saw the stars come from the blue profound — 
 The distant Alps might be discerned no more — 
 
 Dark Jura on the right the horizon bound 
 Clotidlike — the waves were slumbering, till the oar 
 
 Awoke them gently with its measured sound.
 
 80 POEMS.— 1819. 
 
 SONNET. 
 
 The Avhirl of wheels, tlie Avaftage of a sail, 
 In swift ])rogressioii over earth or sea 
 May bear along this poor anatomy 
 
 Of wretched bones; but little can avail 
 
 The power of the hot steed or freshening gale 
 To force the unwilling soul with them to flee, 
 Whicli o'er the scenes it loves still wanders free, 
 
 And scorns the prison of this fleshly pale. 
 
 'Tis not because this dark and narrow room 
 Closes around me, that I see no more 
 Jura's proud height or Leman's ])eacefal shore: 
 No! the winged spirit can at will resume 
 Its pride of place, and with untiring ])lume 
 Over that lovely land delighted soar!
 
 roEMs. — 1819. 81 
 
 TO MADELINA. 
 
 1. 
 
 And we have met once more on earth, 
 And I have bade my spirit bow 
 
 Again before tliat might of Worth 
 
 Acknowledged long — developed now.-— 
 
 2. 
 
 Not in proud Virtue's victory 
 
 To which e'en Fate subdued must fall, 
 But in that holier pride to be 
 
 For Virtue's sake subdued to all !
 
 82 POEMS. — 1819. 
 
 3. 
 
 I saw that pale and patient cheek, 
 I saw — and 'twas some joy to see,— 
 
 That aspect settled, strong, but meek, 
 Triumphant in humility ! 
 
 4. 
 
 I saw a glory round thy brows. 
 That halo, radiant, pure, and real, 
 
 Which Virtue sheds alone o'er those 
 
 Whose steps have passed her stern ordeal 
 
 0. 
 
 I heard thee as thy gathered breatli 
 In mild submissive acceiUs broke, 
 
 I saw thee calndy bend beneath 
 
 Tliy yoke— not heavy — still a yoke.
 
 poE^fs. — 1819. 83 
 
 For thee too! Avho wert formed to soar 
 
 Where vulgarer minds should sink or serve, 
 
 Whose once-unbending spirit bore 
 All ills, but to submit or swerve! 
 
 7. 
 
 It should be well — the wise approve — 
 And peace is in thy placid look: — 
 
 Yet should I not from thee remove 
 Whate'er myself could never brook? 
 
 8. 
 
 Oh! why did not a light divine 
 
 Illume my eager glance, when first 
 
 It met thee, and delivering shine 
 
 Like that which o'er the Apostle burst?*
 
 84 POEMS. — 1819. 
 
 9. 
 
 Before the warm dissolving touch 
 
 Of Love should all thy fetters fall- 
 Yet, no, thou har<t no need of such, 
 To thee thy hope — thy Heaven, is all! 
 
 10. 
 
 I might have spared that fond embrace 
 Whose cold return but seemed to say, 
 
 " Go ! seek some holier resting })lace 
 Than on this erring breast of clay." 
 
 11. 
 
 I might have spared that rapturous kiss 
 Which only drew a sigh from thee, 
 
 To think ])erluips so mean a bliss 
 Was all that seemed to wait on me.
 
 POEMS. — 1819. 85 
 
 12. 
 
 Forgive the poor attempt to wake 
 Thy «oul again to earthly love, 
 
 'Tis not for ine — for man — to shake 
 Affections fixed like thine above. 
 
 13. 
 
 My breast is any thing but pure, 
 
 Though thine is of the pure the purest, 
 
 And I for thee must still endure 
 
 Regrets which thou no more endurest !
 
 85 POEMS. — 1819. 
 
 AN ACTUAL DREAM. 
 
 This morn— 'twas at the dawn of day, 
 A time when, as our sages say, 
 Visions are true— methought we lay 
 Under a shady myrtle bower, 
 Thinking of that quick coming hour 
 In which unconquerable fate 
 Dooms two fond hearts to separate. 
 Sadly we talked : and on thv lap 
 
 Seemed to me then I saw unfurled, 
 (Almost I smile to think) the map 
 
 Of this wide melancholy world: 
 And we with eager eyes would trace 
 
 Each verge, to see if there were not
 
 POEMS. — 1819. 87 
 
 For us in all that mighty space, 
 
 One little, bright, sequestered spot, 
 
 Where we, "with undivided lot, 
 Tranquilly might dwell and die, 
 Far from Man's malignity ; 
 Who here would work us many a woe. 
 Because we from our souls would throw 
 Custom's cold and cramping chain: — 
 And long we searched— but searched in vain! 
 And then we turned in hopelessness 
 To take in one long wild caress 
 Our last farewell ; one long, one last 
 Embrace; — Oh God! e'en that was past — 
 And thou wert gone ! — This was too deep 
 A woe to bear even in sleep. 
 Sighs — sobs — from my full bosom broke, 
 And with liot stifling tears I woke ! 
 
 K 2
 
 88 POEMS. — 1819. 
 
 MOONLIGHT 
 
 1. 
 
 When the busy world is sleeping, 
 'Tis a joy divine to rove, 
 
 While the gentle moon is keeping 
 Over-head a watch of love; 
 
 Just as if her lover lay 
 
 Underneath her guardian ray. 
 
 2. 
 
 All is hushed — so deep a calm 
 Daylight hotirs can never know; 
 
 If there is in life a lialm 
 
 For the rankling breast of woe, 
 
 'Tis the lone and ]5en<ive bliss 
 
 Of wanderinir in a niirlit like this.
 
 POEMS.— 1819. 89 
 
 3. 
 
 If the heart is tender still, 
 
 Here are things enough to love, 
 
 The whispering bough — the s]:)arkling rill- 
 All Earth around and Heaven above; 
 
 Men are fearful things — but here 
 
 There are none to hate or fear. 
 
 4. 
 
 Here is not an envious eye, 
 
 Here is not a slanderous tongue. 
 
 Here are none to mock the sigh 
 
 Which their own unkindness wrung 
 
 From out a heart which would have died 
 
 Ere iheij sliould e'en in sport have sighed.
 
 90 POEMS. — 1819. 
 
 5. 
 
 Here if softness o'er us steals 
 
 ^Ve inyy drop our tears at leisure. 
 
 Every thrill the bosom feels 
 
 May indulge its own good measure; 
 
 Here our weakness none detects, 
 
 None derides, and none corrects. 
 
 Better for him whose dream of bliss 
 
 Morn's intrusive beam must sever, 
 If a night so sweet as this 
 
 Which soothes him now, could last for ever • 
 Nor the bright sun rise again 
 To lead him to a world of care, and strife, and pain.
 
 APPENDIX.
 
 [It may be advisable to «tate that some of the anuexerl ]lece< -wert 
 •written prior to UiOit of tlie pub!i:lied compoiilionb of t'ue 
 Autiicr : wliat h;i!l beeu ioiig missing liad perhaps belter liave 
 been lost, and at any rate it would iiave been eii^it-r to omit 
 than to apolo2ize for tht:;i ; tlie reader mu>t excuse tiieir ap- 
 pearance as he can ■ they may be intere-tiiii to tiie writer alone 
 as records of his earlier feeliims. whicii have not since under- 
 gone any material alteration, except, jieihaps, in their iuten- 
 .ity,]
 
 APPENDIX. 
 
 TO 
 
 ON HER DEPARTURE FRO.M 
 
 1816. 
 
 J- think tliat Time may soothe my woes, 
 
 Aiul thy iemeiul)iance so deeay, 
 Were l)i(ltliiig" Life's (hill hiisiness close, 
 
 By tearing- Hope's last charm away. 
 
 Yet still to love, but see thee blest. 
 
 Perchance wiihout one thoii^iht on me, 
 
 Or leaninji;' on souie worthless breast 
 
 Which hardly deems u hat Love may be, 
 
 Must liriiii;' with it a ke;'ner thrill, 
 
 x\nd wrap me in a deeper i^'ooni, 
 Than e'en that early sense oi' ill 
 
 Which withered all my youthi'ul bloom. 
 E 5
 
 §4 APPENDIX. 
 
 For long before this pang was know n, 
 My sickening heart had inward curled, 
 
 The spring, the zest of being ilovvn, 
 It turned disgusted from the world ; 
 
 To feel that love — the only thing 
 Which life's dehcious morn endears, 
 
 Conceals beneath the flowers a sting 
 To poison all our futni e years : 
 
 To see the tide of time flow by, 
 
 With all the cares and joys of men, 
 
 Yet meet with little worth a sigh, 
 Aud nought to make me smile again, 
 
 Till that benign, endearing tone 
 
 In which thy mild reproofs were dressed. 
 Those eyes that so consoling shone 
 
 8hed comfort o'er my lonely breast. 
 
 I found that feeling was not dead, 
 
 The clouds were clearing round my brow- 
 When oh! with tiiee the hlessmg fled. 
 And all is worse than tasttlesi now !
 
 APPENDIX. 99 
 
 TO 
 
 1. 
 
 I SEE the shailes ofliopeless ill 
 O'er all the luture tlu-owii, 
 
 But it shall he nry solace still 
 To bear that bliu ht alone. 
 
 2. 
 
 The spell that on my bosom lies 
 
 Unseen, unshared, shall be, 
 And since to thee T cannot rise, 
 Thou shalt not sink to me ! 
 
 1816.
 
 96 APPENDIX. 
 
 Xlie following Lines were occasioned by a inidui<;ht walk in the 
 country, after a conversation on that much disputed subject — 
 whether tlie note of the Niahtiniiale is nierrv or sad. 
 
 1. 
 
 The inoon lias sunk beneath yon liill — 
 
 It is the midiiiglit hour ; 
 And in the dark horizon still 
 
 The storms ot'eveniiiff lour. 
 2. 
 But there's a glowini^, g"enial g'ale 
 
 Breathes richly o'er ihe j)lain, 
 And s\Neetly in tlie distant vale 
 
 jSiylit's chantress pours her strain. 
 3. 
 Oh let none think her note is sad, 
 
 For grief is Miin'^ alone; 
 Earth — air — the whole creation's g'lad, 
 
 'Tis only his t-. yroan. 
 4. 
 The meaner hrute a blessiny found, 
 
 Tojo\s of sense conlined, 
 On man the God of nature frowned, 
 
 And cursed him with a mind. 
 
 1816.
 
 APPENDIX. 97 
 
 AN EXCUSE. 
 
 All heedless of the cliilling- dews 
 
 In yonder arl)()ur laid, 
 Me listened to the lyric Muse 
 
 Till evening's deepest shade. 
 
 And who would not have lini^-ered lon<T 
 
 In such delicious bovvers, 
 To bancjuel on the breath ofson'>- 
 
 Amid tlie bloom of tlowers ! 
 
 J816.
 
 98 APPENDIX. 
 
 SONG OF A SPIRIT IN PARADISE. 
 
 1. 
 
 We live in a round of fresh delights 
 
 Still chasing' each other away, 
 For Beauty and Love ever hallow our nights, 
 
 And Wisdom ennobles our day. 
 Come hither, come hither, ye Children of Earth, 
 
 And fly from that tmbulent sjdiere, 
 All there you can fancy of bliss is not worth 
 
 One moment of luvjtpiness here. 
 
 2. 
 
 Daily we quaff of the River of Life, 
 
 Which nuiNt here to eternity flow, 
 And its \\ aters are Irec tioin the anguish and strife 
 
 M hich embitter the ilraught below. 
 We feed on the fruit of that blissful Tree 
 
 Which ma J' not to man be given, 
 The taste is destruction to him, but we 
 
 Ever feast on the Knowledae of Heaven.
 
 APPENDIX. 90 
 
 TO MRS. 
 
 Margate, 1816. 
 
 1. 
 
 Amid this tray unthinking' throng 
 
 One heavenly form I ott had seen, 
 Who moved with tranquil grace aionif, 
 Serene and sweet as Beauty's queen. 
 2 
 A liope then in my bosom grew, 
 
 Which reason now would \ ainly quell ; 
 And feeling's then my fond heart knew. 
 Which now, alas ! 'twere vaiu to tell. 
 3. 
 For I have marked how fond and fiee 
 
 A hi(sban(Vii twining arm hath hound her, 
 These eyes have seen distractedly 
 
 The pledges of his love jday round her I 
 4. 
 Silence must o'er my [)assion close, 
 
 She may not hear — she dare not heed :— 
 iMy lonely heart must hide its woes, 
 Unknown must break — unpitied bleed.
 
 100 APPKNDIX. 
 
 IMPROMPTU REPLY, 
 
 TO A LADY WHO wisnr.D Tin: Auriiou joy on ni- 
 
 JBIIiTlI-DA Y. 
 
 Ton the joy tliat you wished mc I can't but allow 
 My tiianks to your kindness are due, 
 
 Bui I'd rather, my love, you would <//(•« it me now 
 Than wish it ine all the year through !
 
 APPENDIX. 101 
 
 The foUowins, almost extemporary, translation, was written at the 
 recjuest of a Lady who wished to have some idea given her 
 of the Greek Ode prefixed by Moore, to the first volume of his 
 Anacreou. 
 
 Laughing, quaffing, sinking-. 
 
 Elegantly gay, 
 Roses round liiui springing — • 
 
 The Teian \linstrpl lay ; 
 And all the litile loves were there, 
 
 Sportiiiii' some in airy danees, 
 A\ hilc some the t'aial shafts prepare 
 
 That wound the soul through Beauty's glances ; 
 And some from those deliei)ns howers 
 (fathered the choicest sweetest liov^ers, 
 And while a i'lagrant crown they wove, 
 Proclaimed Anacreon, King of Love! 
 AVisdom from the azure skies 
 IJendiuii' down her awful e3es, 
 Through a smile slie scarce could hide 
 Thus he<>an tiie hard to chide : —
 
 102 APPENDIX. 
 
 " AVliy, Anacrcon, vainly gay, 
 Why tluis trifle li'e away, 
 Tliou ulioiii the wise are wont to call 
 The first and wisest of lliem all ? 
 Ever in li^ht Inxurions measures 
 Singin<r of Lov e's unliallowed pleasures, 
 Or clro\^ iiin^' in Lyieiis' howl 
 The thiuki;ii4" spark — llie itiimortal soul. 
 Whv, old man. thus vamly ffay, 
 Why thus trifle lii'e away ?" 
 Mildly the graceful bard replied ; — 
 " Cease, O Goddess, cease to chide ! 
 Althoiiu'h with thee I have not dwelt, 
 Tsor at thy shrines in reverence knelt, 
 Yet me the wise are wont to call 
 The first and wisest of them all ; 
 Seizin;4" each moment as it flies 
 'Midst balmy li])s an.d beaming' eyes ; 
 O'er p.ectared cups I wake the strain 
 W hich tells ol' Love's delicious pain ; 
 For ah ! mv Ivre's iiiLi'lorious tone 
 Can speak, can breathe of love alone ! 
 Thus through the peaceful vales ot life, 
 Far from \he. haunts of care and strife, 
 'Tis thus I laugh my days away, 
 And what is wiser— Goddess, sav !"
 
 APPEWDIX. 103 
 
 TO 
 
 OK HER UNJUST SUSPICIONS. 
 
 Nay, think not I v.onld e'er estrange 
 
 Thy lover from that constant breast, 
 I vvoulil not tempt ihe dove to range 
 
 One moment from its halloweil nest. 
 Oh ! if 'twere given to me to rest 
 
 ^Vitliin such pure devoted arms, 
 I feel I might e'en yet be blest, 
 
 Though life ham lost all other charms !
 
 104 APPEN'DIX. 
 
 TO 
 
 ON HER REQUESTI.N'G ME TO MJllTE A POEM TO HER. 
 
 Nav, set me not tliis tiiiief'ul task ; 
 
 Alas! to woo the vai^rant Muse, 
 Js all that Jane of me could ask 
 
 That I could e'er to Jane refuse. 
 Foi- ah ! uiy lyie at love's decay 
 
 Sunk slumheiiii^- scarce to wake again ; — 
 Then it i'or once I disohey, 
 
 l-'org-ive me, Jane, lorgive me, Jane I
 
 APPENDIX. 
 
 105 
 
 STANZAS. 
 
 My liarp was as that airy shell 
 Beneath the breeze's (itt'iil play, 
 
 Whose tones with every teiu|iest swell, 
 Anil with eaeli dyin^' Lj'a'e decay ; 
 
 Now nuiiTiiiiring" sorrow's softer si'^hs, 
 
 Now eclKiiii'^- loutl its a^-cjaies. 
 
 Those sounds are hushed : desjiair has ta\i^ht 
 My soul its i'rnit!es.s jdaiiit to cease, 
 
 Silesit to bear the strife of thoii<;ht. 
 But feel that patience is not jieaoe ; 
 
 iMy heart and harp their last have spoken — 
 
 The itrinj^'s of both, at once were broken !
 
 100 APPENDIX. 
 
 VERSES 
 
 OK SEEIKG THE ANCIKN'J' SV.MBOL OF INDEPENDENCE,— 
 LA COCARDE ULEIE, IN CANI EKBUKY— J UNE, 1816. 
 
 Those wlio recollect the state ot political feeling in this city about the 
 time alluded to, vill be at no loss to account for the seusationi 
 »hicli produced the following lines. 
 
 1. 
 
 Oh Thoii ! that can<>lit'st thine azure dye 
 
 From the pure linctiire ot thf sky ! 
 
 Ill Free(U)m's si^lit thou (!( arir gem 
 
 Tiian the proiul despot's diadem ! 
 t 
 
 2. 
 
 7 here nuis a tinse tlion shon'st from far 
 In Virtm 's e:nise the l'(diir Star ; 
 There was a lime when iiil liy thee 
 Men dared to yrasp at Liberty !
 
 APPENDIX. 107 
 
 ' .■■.. a 
 
 3. 
 None know thee now : all ! where are they 
 Who hailed thee in thy hetter day ? — 
 Some in the cold grave mouldering- lie, 
 And some live on in infamy. 
 
 4. 
 
 Brig'ht stian^^er ! if thou canst not brook 
 On fallen, faithless, hearts to look, 
 From these deg^raded mansions fly, 
 And mingle with thy native sky !
 
 108 APPFN'nix. 
 
 INSANIRE JUVAT. 
 
 To-MGUT, to-nijilit ue twine, boy^, 
 
 A cliaiii ot'tlie brightest lioiirs ; 
 Then brinii, tlien brini^ me wine, boys, 
 
 And scatter these rosy flowers ! 
 Not often hath <iKh a niaihiess 
 
 I\Iy bounding' bosefft tlirilled, 
 But to-iii<:ht must the cup of gladness 
 
 Up to the biim be lilleil ! 
 
 Then away A^ith Truth and Reason — 
 
 To-ni^hi let Lose and !Mirth 
 Make for a briirht briei' season 
 
 A lleavin (ui this (hill Earth ! 
 We thirk not of to-moi row , 
 
 But be it storui or shine, 
 'Tv\i!i take whole showers of sorrow 
 
 To tool this tide of w ine I 
 
 Tin n briii::', then briiif;' me wine, bo\s. 
 And seatlci- tiitse ros\- tlower<. 
 
 For to-iiiuht. 111. nii^ht wt "11 twine, bovs, 
 A chain of tiie briy'htest Ikuits !
 
 CANTERBURY RACES. 
 ^ fragment* 
 
 " Tliat sarcastic levity of tongue 
 Tiie stinging of a lieart the world hath stung."
 
 The foUo^ving fragment, — tl;e fruit of an idle lialf hour or two, would 
 not have been re[:rii)t€d ^beiIle entirely of local and temporary 
 interest) but in conformity with the [.ractice iiitherto ii.\ arial-ly 
 adhered to by its Author, of jmblicly acknowledLzini:; any thing 
 in the shajie of (.ersonality which may have proceeded from hi; 
 pen. At the same lime he takes tlie opportunity of deprecating 
 the charge of having any share in those vulgar and violent pro- 
 ductions with which the said city has of late been so plentifully 
 iupplied.
 
 CANTERBURY RACES. 
 
 1819. 
 
 tLoW sweet, to pull one's night-cap o'er one's ears, 
 Ami [)iit on sli(»|)ers " easy as old shoes," 
 
 And with a pen, which neither cares nor fears, 
 Set about courtiny (as they say) the muse, 
 
 ]\Iixin^ a mass of truths with gibes and jeers, 
 
 'W'hicii some will love, .some laugh at, some abuse ; 
 
 Careless of critics, scribble — blame — praise — banter ; 
 
 Wliicli bards call riding Pegasus a canter ! 
 F 2
 
 112 CANTERBURY RACES. 
 
 II. 
 
 And this I'll try for once, although, Heaven knows, 
 Not often is my heart in such a tnood : 
 
 Not often can it hurst that cloud of woes 
 Which shrouds it in its misty solitude. 
 
 Th:>ug'h even ^^hen tiie soul most joyous shews 
 'Tis not because no bitter thoughts intrude, 
 
 But a will] mockery of pangs within, 
 
 Like Agony's involuntary grin. 
 
 III. 
 
 I'll play the fool in freedom here, for well 
 1 know that those I write tn, oh ! ;he pity, 
 
 That niv unMilliny Muse t!ie truth u)ust tell — 
 They'll never understand me if I'm witty I 
 
 Even Aldermen disdain to read or spell, 
 
 ( \s scandal whispers throng li tiiis cursed city) 
 
 ThouLfh last week 1 was told — I just remember. 
 
 One means to learn by the l-ith of September.
 
 CANTERBURY RACES. 113 
 
 IV. 
 
 But I hate i)olitics — no Tory T — 
 
 Bawlinu; ibr King- ami Cliiirch — the Throne — the 
 Ahar ; 
 No |)lace-])ursuin<f ^Vhig, whose envious eye 
 
 A\'atches the hour when Ministers ''jfin taUer ; — 
 I hohl no bond with Hunt's rebellious fi\ , 
 
 Who if tlipy don't dtserve, half tempt a halter; — 
 I never drained for Lushingron one tub, 
 Nor spouted at the Independent Club ! 
 
 V. 
 
 Of these enough ; j-et could I ever find 
 
 Th:it Party sprung from j)rinciiile, that men 
 
 Would bear no longer to be led like blind 
 Besotted asses by the nose, — then, then 
 
 Perhaps e'en /should not be t()und behirid 
 In any cause in which the sword or ]>eu 
 
 Had power to right the oppressed, or aid the free. 
 
 To trample in the dust damned tyranny ! 
 f3
 
 114 CAXTERBfRT RACE- 
 
 VT. 
 
 Bnt tliese are themes too seiiniisj — let me see — 
 Tliis is the week, in whicli our animal IJaces 
 
 Are celebrated — though, what's that to me, 
 AVho never shew my fVxe at such <:ay ])laees ; 
 
 Blaek-le<^s on IJarliam Downs I neser see, 
 Because not there belike, and if the (Jraees 
 
 Dance in Saint iMar^aret's Street, I ne\er know it. 
 
 Or, Heaven dei'end! — perhaps J shoiiltl turn poet. 
 
 YII. 
 
 Lo! what a precious tlock oi' fools and knaves, 
 
 Wiiere ])leasure blows her })enny-trump, comes 
 troo|)in<r, 
 
 Old dowauers witii one foot in their graves. 
 
 And |)ale-i'aecd pensixe maids for husliands drooping'; 
 
 There ballad sioii'ers bawliii;;- stupid staves, 
 
 I'liere bunii'kiii farmers hallooinia' and ^^ hoopiiig' ; 
 
 Tiiere Cyj)riau damsels screaming' — God knows why — 
 
 As ii' iheir time lor screaming' wasn't g'one by !
 
 CAXTERBURY RACES. 115 
 
 VI 11. 
 
 But ill this motley throng- I'm sure to see 
 
 Subjects to furnish out a pretty satire ; 
 And that be sure isjoj'ful news to me, 
 
 Whose muse hath long' Iteen mum for lack of matter. 
 I cannot tell — j)erha[)s she'll niake too free — 
 
 I only warn yoii she's not yiven to flatter. 
 And so God hel|) you, f^riests, 'Squires, IMaidens all, 
 Pell-meil upon you in my next she'll fall ! 
 
 IX. 
 
 There's not a Dean wliom Ale-drinkers revere ; 
 
 jNo Savage watching- fierce his fowls and fish ; 
 No blockhead Baronet — no pompous Peer, 
 
 Xo Mditary Miller, should she wish 
 To hold up ibr her sport slie'd fly or fear. 
 
 But lay llieui forth hke lobsters in a dish; 
 And if they struggle, fix her fangs the faster in, 
 Reganlless of what scra[ies she gets her master in
 
 116 CAXTKRBIRV RACES. 
 
 Canto CUjfmt)- 
 
 Canto the t\veirtli ! by all tlie Gods Pin tired ! 
 
 1 tiiink ycm must coiit'ess I've liad a joh ; 
 My Peyasiis 1 th()(i<;iit «onid liave ex|)iix'd 
 
 {jcl'ore he'd iiait" <,;(it ihioii'^li ;his well -dfessed mob. 
 The Muse, although tor the oceasion hired, 
 
 Quite out of breath bririus to |)<int and !^,ob, 
 And with a liearty eurse on all, delerniine 
 Jno more to \\aste liei- verse ujioa sucii vermin.
 
 CANTERBURY RACES. 117 
 
 II. 
 
 The tliinir's not to my taste, I must confess, 
 But when we onte liave taken up our pen, 
 
 And thoujjfhts and iina;Tfes upon us press, 
 We scarce know how to lay it (K»vn again : 
 
 This " ancient t'it\ " seemed too in <listrcss 
 For want oi'one whose intellectual ken 
 
 Could pierce thro'igh ciiaracter, and let folks see 
 
 All are not just that which they ought to be. 
 
 III. 
 
 In the description of ihc Fancy Ball 
 
 Of NVednesday evening 'ast, 1 think we shone ; — 
 A plea- ant sort of ihinii' c^nough, where all 
 
 Thke " fharaciers''^ — who have rioue ol their o^vn. 
 But those "ho joy in s(.ni,' satiiic al 
 
 Ma\ turn to my tenth ca iio, where i< shewn 
 H.iw uj)-ti- own l,.;l)'es nul to ;.lay tlie too! — 
 I wonder iliey wtren't whipped and sent to schoid
 
 118 CANTERBURY RACES. 
 
 IV. 
 
 A few I then forgot, I'll mention now : — 
 
 There stood a youth, whose lecreiint bosom wore 
 
 Ribbons of blue and buff; his su;iken brow 
 
 lntem|)eia!ice stamped ; his hand a tud^el bore; 
 
 He seemed t' have just escaped a recent row, 
 W itii irunidy plasters thickiy sjiattered o'er; 
 
 A pretty- I'cnici/ di'ess this ! — by the blood 
 
 Of his (ireat-Uiicle! is this * * * ? 
 
 No, no, he would be found when Freedom figlits 
 Aj^ainst combining' factions, at her side, 
 
 Combatting nolilv for her children's rights. 
 Not with her worst and meanest foes allied ; — 
 
 But in it tluis his butlding" fame he bii<>lits; 
 Is this his independence — this his pride; 
 
 The pupj (t of a party — the p.oor tool 
 
 Of a place-hunting gang ;' — " Oh i'ool, fool, fool !"
 
 CANTERBURY RACES. 119 
 
 VI. 
 
 With lowering' look tlion came an ex M. P. 
 
 Who liaviii<r caii|>';it an Ui>ly trick ot' leaving 
 01(1 tViemls for new, was forced too late to see 
 
 His fiil'y I))' his fali ; there's no retrieving- 
 A losit yood name; — yet soured as he may he, 
 
 I don't j»erceive he's faUen away hy i:ri*^v'in<T. 
 Ten times my Muse had half a mind to prick him, 
 But hanti' it! when a man's down we won't kick him. 
 
 VII. 
 
 So let him pass, d';s<>'uised as Solomon : 
 
 He's at " St. >S'.'e/>/(6;t'A'" still, and f don't see 
 
 For iny part w here's the difference when all's done- 
 8 ive at his farm he has hetter company. 
 
 And since he yields in elo<(uence to noae, 
 Whene'er he woiild exert that racnilty, 
 
 Instead of stupid Tories and vile VVhii^s, 
 
 He may liarangue his plouo-htuen or his pig"s.
 
 120 CANTERBUKV RACKS. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 Not much here of the ladies; they'il excuse 
 'I'll' om'ssion, prohaljly tlie less the l)ett.^r; 
 
 I knew no (jood oi'them, and thouiih t'le 3Iiise 
 
 W o'.ilii tueniv times lia»e lashed iliem, iiad 1 let her, 
 
 I tliought 't would he im^ratilui to abuse 
 
 'i lio^e pretty play-tliinys, in whise flowery fetter 
 
 Ahhoui>h 1 sig'h no longer, y'* t at times 
 
 Tliey serve to till up leisure hours or rhymes. 
 
 IX. 
 
 And now adieu, my slender cfray-pfoose quill I 
 Thou<4h to the very stump tliou'rt worn away, 
 
 Let ioliv and my foes remember still 
 W ii have another, which no distant day 
 
 IMav temj)ton them to exercise its skill; — 
 And for my very courteous rea<lers, they 
 
 Just as they choose may like or leave these lays — 
 
 I dread no censure, and ex[>ect no praise. 
 
 THE END. 
 
 b\;;nahu vd kaklky, 
 akiuner Utrtct, LoJiUyn,
 
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