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 THE LIBRARY 
 
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 THE UNIVERSITY 
 
 OF CALIFORNIA 
 
 LOS ANGELES
 
 GONZALO. 
 
 AND 
 
 OTHER POEMS. 
 
 Qui studet optatam cursu contingere metam, 
 
 Multa tulit fecitque puer . 
 
 Hot. de Arte Poetica. 
 
 LONDON : 
 
 LONGMAN, HURST, REES, & CO, PATERNOSTER-ROW 
 
 P. ROSE, BROADMEAD, BRISTOL, 
 
 1825. >■
 
 
 PREFACE. 
 
 I SUBMIT the following Poems to the perusal of 
 the public, not as being perfect specimens either of 
 sentiment or imagination, but as the productions of 
 one, whose youth may give hope of progressive im- 
 provement, unless, indeed, this, his first juvenile effort, 
 be crushed by undue criticism. 
 
 The idea of Gonzalo was first suggested by perusing 
 a monthly publication in which the story of a chief 
 was related (I forget under what name.) In a time 
 of trouble at one of the islands in the Eastern 
 Ocean, during a massacre of those who were in- 
 imical to tyranny, he secreted a beautiful virgin in 
 a cave underneath the sea ; its recess was far into a 
 rock, but its entrance deep under water. Here he 
 sometimes visited her and brought her suitable pro- 
 visions, until a favourable opportunity offered itself 

 
 H PREFACE. 
 
 for his escaping to a distant Island, and carrying 
 with him that treasure, which he more esteemed than 
 all the precious stones of the east. One morning, 
 when the tyrant was on an excursion to see a favour- 
 ite slave, Gonzalo (for so I have named our hero) 
 called his inferior chiefs around him, and bade them 
 with all convenient haste retire to the beach with 
 their wives and children, whither he would follow 
 them immediately. They launched a large canoe, and 
 were happy indeed to find they had escaped the hate- 
 ful dominions of a cruel tyrant. Some one ventured 
 to ask Gonzalo, why he had not brought a wife, to 
 comfort him in the barren island to which they were 
 about to direct their course. He told the enquirer, 
 that he had a wife waiting for him at the bottom of 
 the sea, and that in a few moments he would dive 
 after her and bring her into the canoe. The hearer 
 only imagined it to be an attempt at facetiousness, 
 and therefore smiled, but how great was his surprize, 
 and that of all present, when he jumped over-board, 
 and disappeared entirely from them. Whilst in 
 breathless anxiety about his safety, and preparing to 
 dive after him, they saw a most beautiful female 
 rising out of the water with him, whom they sup-
 
 PREFACE. Ill 
 
 posed to be a goddess ; but tbeir surprise was still 
 farther increased, when they recognized in her person, 
 a lovely girl, who, they all supposed, had fallen in 
 the massacre of her devoted family. I give this 
 entirely from memory, and am not aware of any 
 inaccuracies. It was called an anecdote : it is suf- 
 ficient then for me to state, that I have borrowed 
 this circumstance of the secret watery cave, and 
 embodied it in the romance. The other parts are not 
 borrowed, and I believe my story will be found as 
 plausible as the one I have thus briefly sketched. 
 
 It is hoped, that the minor pieces will be as 
 congenial to the taste of the readers, as they have 
 been consonant with the feelings of 
 
 THE AUTHOR. 
 
 May 182J.
 
 GONZALO and ORELLANA. 
 
 CANTO I. 
 
 I. 
 GONZALO 's boat was on the sea, 
 His oars made charming minstrelseyj 
 The lights were blazing on the shore 
 Of that fair isle they call Cytorej 
 His crew were gazing on the tower, 
 The stars grew dim ; the skies 'gan lower, 
 A tempest's certain signal, when 
 Gonzalo thus bespoke his men. 
 "Pull to the shore my gallant souls, 
 Again, again, brave matabooles ; 
 Let's hasten to the beacon's light, 
 And take advantage of the night, 
 
 B
 
 GONZALO AND 
 
 Surprise the tyrant, and his host j 
 
 Erect our huts upon his coast. 
 
 My hrother arm'd, will meet us here ; 
 
 And we thus join'd, have nought to fear ; 
 
 He has a choice and gallant few, 
 
 Whose swords are keen, whose hearts are true, 
 
 And these our enemies shall rue. 
 
 The day they tempt us to their land, 
 
 We'll strew their ashes o'er the sand, 
 
 And build our trophies on the bay, 
 
 Then haste from ruin, far away. 
 
 II. 
 
 See, on the tow'r, a crescent light 
 
 Revolving in our anxious sight, 
 
 Like a celestial coronet 
 
 Whose gems with brilliant stars are set ; 
 
 Beneath that crown the tyrant rests, 
 
 Whom minions guard with haughty crests, 
 
 And there's your mark and there's your prize : 
 
 But hark, a noise of mingled cries 
 
 Pierces the vault of black'ning heaven, 
 
 The op'ning clouds appear as riven, 
 
 For flashes of a bloody hue 
 
 In zig-zag tracts are shining through ;
 
 ORELLANA. 
 
 They dart their terrors upon all, 
 And threaten some one's speedy fall ; 
 And whilst the pealing thunders roll 
 And shake the earth from pole to pole, 
 Corneto trembles in his soul : 
 The tyrant fears the fatal flash. 
 
 might the storm to pieces dash 
 Our weak bark, if we dread the hour 
 When first we march to that same tow'r. 
 
 III. 
 
 Another shriek to heaven ascends, 
 Another flash the dark cloud rends. 
 Pull, pull away, again, kind friends, 
 For sure my brother's on the shore, 
 
 1 hear the distant cannon's roar; 
 I see a host on yonder hill 
 
 By the bright flash ; they are as still 
 As stiffening corses, motionless ; 
 Who cannot dream of their distress. 
 Now let us hasten to the creek, 
 While yet the vivid lightning's streak, 
 Plays on the splashes of the oar. 
 Some voice now welcomes to the shore)
 
 GONZALO AND 
 
 List, list a moment to that voice : 
 'Tis his, 'tis his ! rejoice, rejoice ! 
 My brother's well-known friendly call, 
 Close to the city's postern wall. 
 He holds a light and we can steer 
 With safety and without a fear. 
 
 Back, back the oars, he waves his hand 
 To keep at distance from the land : 
 He ventures now upon the deep : 
 Be hush'd as is an infant's sleep.'' 
 
 IV. 
 
 So said Gonzalo ; Cromna came, 
 For that was his brave brother's name : 
 He seized his hand, and grasp'd it hard, 
 Exclaim'd aloud ; " Death, were reward 
 Great and superb enough for me, 
 I'll leave this cursed shore to thee, 
 For I have lost my bold brave band ; 
 O turn Gonzalo from this strand, 
 An 1 seek with me our native land. 
 
 The tyrant was a-foot betimes, 
 The turret bells in muffling chimes
 
 OREJ.LANA. , r » 
 
 Struck horror to my startled crew ; 
 Forlorn and weak as babes they drew 
 Their polish'd swords ; but could not wield 
 To strike a blow, nor yet to shield. 
 They fell, self-conquered, and I 
 Most coward-like then turn'd to fly. 
 But still I vow my vengeance dire, 
 And will destroy with sword and fire ; 
 Alike shall age and sex expire. 
 Take not thy guard to yonder coast, 
 But let me head your valiant host, 
 And I will soon recruit your powers, 
 And back return to storm these towers." 
 
 V. 
 
 They parted : when a hurling star, 
 Proclaim'd the elements at war, 
 The rumbling noise of Jove's bright car 
 Astonish'd all, and fill'd with dread ; 
 The very graves gave up their dead, 
 And wither'd hags with devils' charms, 
 Totter'd along with folded arms. 
 Our hero did not fear these ghosts 
 That wander'd on Cytore's dark coasts : 
 
 b 2
 
 GONZALO AXD 
 
 But as he left the raging sea, 
 Which storm'd in fell impotency, 
 A female figure gave her hand, 
 And bade him welcome to the laud : 
 He felt her warm and glowing heat, 
 He saw her hare and bloody feet, 
 For she had wander' d o'er the plain, 
 Seeking a friend among the slain. 
 Her eyes like sparkling pearls were set, 
 Rounded with balls of blackest jet, 
 Bright diamonds in a minaret, 
 
 Intently fixing on his glance, 
 
 Like memory's abiding trance. 
 
 VI. 
 
 Another roar more loud, then burst, 
 
 Than e'en that sad, appalling first 
 
 Which had the troops of Cromna curst, 
 
 Succeeded by such rapid flashes, 
 
 Which like the oar at mid-day dashes 
 
 A silver show'r of briny spray 
 
 In sol's fierce beams, then dies away. 
 
 'Twas thus her charms each moment brightning, 
 
 With every flame of fearful lightning ;
 
 0RELLAXA. 
 
 For Orellana's heav'nly eye 
 
 Could with the quickest flashes vie, 
 
 Or own its warmth of constancy. 
 
 'Twas not a flash to blight all bliss, 
 
 But simply such an one as this 
 
 Which warms the heart while it is sparkling, 
 
 And keeps the soul from vainly darkling. 
 
 A sudden calm again arose, 
 
 And moonbeams play'd, whose softness throws 
 
 That tint of sweetest brilliancy 
 
 We trace but in th' unclouded sky. 
 
 VII. 
 
 She leant upon his willing arm, 
 Her pressure innocently warm ; 
 And as they climb the rugged side 
 Of the high cliff, the flowing tide, 
 With a deep moan still mov'd along, 
 When lo the the blind bird's ev'ning song 
 Struck terror to Gonzaio's heart : 
 - Away he broke like wounded hart, 
 Or panting and pursued deer 
 Whose swift feet, swifter ran from fear. 
 She follow'd as on seraph's wing, 
 Or like some cherub, on the string
 
 8 G0XZAL0 AXD 
 
 Of new-born perfect harmony, 
 
 Or like the ray from virtue's eye, 
 
 Which looks through vice, when vice is nigh. 
 
 Long was the chase ; and doubtful there, 
 Until her heaving bosom bare 
 Was mantled in her curling hair. 
 In ev'ry ringlet love was riding, 
 From thence to ev'ry bosom sliding 
 Like virgins to their vespers gliding. 
 
 VIII. 
 " What have I done," Gonzalo said, 
 " To rush from that sweet guide of mine, 
 Had all heaven's thunders o'er my head 
 Threaten'd extinction e'en to time, 
 I should not thus have basely fled 
 And left that creature so divine, 
 To wander lonely through the night ; — 
 I must retrace the path of flight. 
 When did my heart thus fear before, 
 When did my coward-feet thus fly ? 
 I am a warrior now so poor, 
 I dare not own my ancestry.
 
 ORELLANA. 
 
 I bear her not : — O gentle guide, 
 Let me enjoy thy presence here : 
 I'll never leave thy virgin side, 
 But fly to heav'n if thou art there.'' 
 
 IX. 
 
 Grief fill'd his now afflicted mind, 
 Nor could he in his wanderings find 
 That being who had touch'd his heart, 
 And from whose care he did depart. 
 
 Oppress'd with woe, he sought that grove 
 Whose fragrant breeze first fann'd to love ; 
 Whose gelid founts were gently streaming, 
 Like pure bright drops, on beauty beaming. 
 Exhausted ; on the flow'rv bank 
 His weary frame, all languid, sank. 
 And as the sylphs around him play, 
 They usher'd in the morning ray ; 
 And when the sun had brightly shone, 
 He woke, and found himself alone. 
 The cooling winds with softness blowing, 
 His bosom with the phantom glowing ; 
 And yet his memory bestowing
 
 JO GONZALO AND 
 
 Recollections of the past, 
 
 Which ebh'd towards mere fancy fast. 
 
 But as he sought the rocky road, 
 
 Near Orellana's last abode, 
 
 And pensive gazing on the ground, 
 
 He heard a Seraph's dying sound, 
 
 Through the soft shades of tempe ringing 
 
 With mortal breath divinely singing. 
 
 X. 
 
 " O lovely voice of harmony, 
 
 On thy dear echo could I fly, 
 
 Back to that bosom I would hie, 
 
 And charm with my own notes the ear 
 
 Whose heart's affection makes me fear." 
 
 Gonzalo used his piercing sight 
 
 To recognize the heav'uly light 
 
 That guarded him the previous night ; 
 
 And thus while anxiously he's bending, 
 
 His well-pleas'd ear with joy attending, 
 
 He saw the tyrant and his throng 
 
 Listening at distance to her song. 
 
 Near this the royal arms were standing, 
 
 Some bold chief still in blood commanding,
 
 ORELLANA. 1 1 
 
 For this commenc'd the funeral right 
 Of all the victims of the fight. 
 
 But when Corneto saw him come, 
 The trumpets blast and muffled drum 
 Drown'd the sweet notes and hush'd the lyre ; 
 Dim burnt the altar's perfum'd fire. 
 
 XI. 
 
 M What do I see," Corneto said, 
 
 " Is that the slave whose brother's dead ; 
 
 And dares he stand before my eye ? 
 
 My chiefs 1 let all your arrrows fly, 
 
 Destroy that monster of a foe. 
 
 And let his blood in torrents flow." 
 
 " Nay, gracious lord, but hear me first, 
 
 For then your name and deeds were curst. 
 
 Let's bind the warrior's youthful arm, 
 
 He cannot work thee any harm; 
 
 From him you'll learn, all, all he knows, 
 
 The strength and number of your foes ; 
 
 He may have message to report, 
 
 From Vavoo's or from Fiji's court. 
 
 And did he not my sov'reign blend, 
 
 Ambassador with name of friend ?
 
 12 GONZALO AND 
 
 This from a chief had check'd his ire, 
 And thus he issued his desire. 
 
 XII. 
 
 "Go to that stripling ; can it be 
 
 That I could fear such infancy ? 
 
 And bid him bring his temper'd sword, 
 
 And hail me as his conq'ring Lord. 
 
 He has a haughty mind ; too well 
 
 I do remember his farewell. 
 
 I did refuse my sister's love. 
 
 His scornful glances would reprove ; 
 
 E'en in the council of the Isle 
 
 He mock'd my words, and oft would smile. 
 
 Revok'd the mandates that I gave — 
 
 Bestow'd a freedom on my slave. 
 
 My power in every law denied, 
 
 And this proceeded from his pride. 
 
 He was a friend ; I did not check, 
 But let him run on to a wreck. 
 I knew full well that I had pow'r 
 To crush bis strength in any hour."
 
 OKELLANA. 13 
 
 XIII. 
 
 Gonzalo with a youthful bloom, 
 
 Came near the tyrant ; for his doom 
 
 Was not yet certain ; and his eye 
 
 Was fix'd in stern austerity. 
 
 He view'd the tyrant o'er and o'er, 
 
 Then cast his eyes upon the shore ; 
 
 Orellana was drawning near 
 
 With joyful and with trembling fear, 
 
 And with her hand, she hid a tear 
 
 That trickled down her pallid cheek ; 
 
 Such tears might to th' obdurate speak. 
 
 Corneto thus with taunts began : 
 
 " I reverenced your sire as man, 
 
 Your brother also and his crew, 
 
 Whose last breath, but last night they drew, 
 
 Felt our keen swords, for all we slew. 
 
 You come in time for those young eyes, 
 
 To weep their funeral obsequies. 
 
 This done, my pris'ner you remain, 
 
 Degiaded both by bolt and chain."—
 
 ]4 GONZALO AND 
 
 XIV. 
 
 Onward to where their idol stood, 
 
 Whose visage grim was smeat'd with blood 
 
 They went 5 when Orellana took 
 
 That sweet insinuating look j 
 
 Gonzalo's ev'ry heart-string shook. 
 
 The multitude assembled were: 
 She would have spoken even there, 
 Had it not been the hour of pray'r. 
 And prostrate some of them were lying 
 Like embers from the flames first dying. 
 The helpless wretches at the shrine 
 Which they were taught to think divine. 
 Gonzalo scorn'd to bow the knee 
 To this craft of divinity. 
 Impal me here, alive, said he, 
 Rather than worship what's display'd 
 By human treacherous hands thus made. 
 He saw a lovely infant ta'en, 
 From its mother's breast ; then 'twas slain 
 And given to the flaming pile ; 
 Exulting crowds gaz'd on awhile.
 
 OREL1.ANA. 
 
 15 
 
 XV. 
 Orellana cared not to pray 
 When Gonzalo had turned away, 
 Although her deep and sweet emotion 
 Border'd on that true devotion, 
 Woman feels with grateful eye 
 When her true-love is standing by. 
 For she had loved him as a child, 
 And cherish'd her first passion, wild, 
 And now enthusiasm grew 
 To madness, as he stood in view. 
 The tyrant maik'd his sister's trance ; 
 He saw Gonzalo's feeling glance, 
 And check'd the passion of his soul, 
 But not his dark-eyes mad'ning roll. 
 He beckon'd to the mataboole, 
 And whispering softly in his ear, 
 The slave aghast with horrid fear 
 Had shriek'd his sorrows out aloud, 
 When lo, Gonzalo through the crowd, 
 Rush'd to protect his lov'd-one's charms, 
 For slaves had seiz'd her by her arms, 
 And were about to bear away 
 Her lovely body for the prey
 
 16 GONZALO AND 
 
 Of their unhallow'd idol there 
 
 To whom these creatures offer'd prayer. 
 
 XVI. 
 
 " Take off your hands : ye villains, move, 
 
 And let me re-possess my love ; 
 
 If one step farther you dare go 
 
 Ye cruel ministers of woe, 
 
 My sword shall lay your base heads low.'' 
 
 We are not under thy control, 
 
 And do despise thy forfeit soul, 
 
 For soon thy own black heart shall fly 
 
 To regions of iniquity. 
 
 Thou art a traitor to this land ; 
 
 Thy brother's weak and broken band 
 
 Should teach a lesson where you stand. 
 
 Corneto our good king and lord 
 
 Has sent us each his solemn word, 
 
 To bring this maiden's bleeding head 
 
 To join thy corse when thou art dead. 
 
 O, happy pair, when face to face, 
 
 Trunkless upon the market place 
 
 The gazers shall extol your grace.
 
 ORELLANA. 17 
 
 But we must pass to yonder cell 
 And give her soul its flight to hell." 
 
 XVII. 
 
 He drew his sword and cross'd their path. 
 A lover arm'd, and in his wrath, 
 Would scruple not to take the life 
 Of any who thus mov'd to strife. 
 
 Gonzalo was of slender frame, 
 
 But he had won a warrior's name ; 
 
 And if he wanted portly mien, 
 
 Through his dark eye his valor's seen. 
 
 And something awful in his make 
 
 Made e'en the boldest slave to shake. 
 
 His manner gentle and serene 
 
 To win that lovely one I ween j 
 
 And yet his arms were proof in fight, 
 
 Or he had shun'd the present sight. 
 
 The Gods will guard the youthful pair, 
 
 Who wisely scorn to breath despair, 
 
 They nerve the warrior's tender arms, 
 
 Invigorate him by their charms, 
 
 And soon the two oppressors lay 
 
 Speechless on the smoking clay. c 2
 
 18 GONZALO AND 
 
 XVIII. 
 
 " Thanks, gracious heav'n, for thy lov'd aid," 
 
 In fervent accents, said the maid ; 
 
 " And next to you, my thanks are given, 
 
 Indulgent lover, of kind heaven, 
 
 You rescur'd me from instant death, 
 
 And stopt th' unhallow'd murderer's breath.'* 
 
 But suddenly appears a host, 
 
 To seek Corneto's pris'ner, lost : 
 
 The fearful maid, with swiftness fled, 
 
 Gonzalo striding o'er the dead, 
 
 And viewing all the war-like slashes, 
 
 Whose op'ning mouths had ruby gashes j 
 
 He would not make the least defence, 
 
 But stood with feelings as intense 
 
 As if his mind had taken flight, 
 
 Or sorrow left in deepest night. 
 
 The tyrant bade his minions wield 
 
 Their swords and crush him to the field ; 
 
 Aloud he cried, " I yield, I yield 
 
 To thee my noble king and lord, 
 
 Here take a faithful servant's sword."
 
 OREM.AXA. 19 
 
 XIX. 
 
 Away they drag him to the hall, 
 
 Where judgment waits the culprit's fall. 
 
 His crime rehears'd : 'twas dooru'd that he 
 
 Deserv'd not death, hut liberty. 
 
 The tyrant too, had there his spies 
 
 As witnesses, in great disguise. 
 
 But when he look'd upon the crowd, 
 
 The threat'ning murmurs were so loud, 
 
 They menac'd e'en the tyrant's throne, 
 
 Had not the judges mercy shown. 
 
 Gonzalo bid his friends beware 
 
 That Orellana was the heir 
 
 Apparent to her brother's crown, 
 
 And why should he still fear to own 
 
 His passion for the wand'ring one. 
 
 He was a prince, a warrior ; name 
 
 And family transmitted fame, 
 
 And here to seek her hand he came ; 
 
 And saw the murderer's bloody blade 
 
 Uplifted near the altar's shade : 
 
 His crime was saving of the maid.
 
 20 GONZALO AND 
 
 XX. 
 
 The tyrant fear'd his present charge 
 
 Was dangerous to be thus at large ; 
 
 But putting on a smile so bland, 
 
 He grasp'd our hero's out-stretch'd hand ; 
 
 And thus appeas'd the multitude 
 
 Who thirsted for his treacherous blood. 
 
 " Thou hast a warm and generous heart, 
 
 O give me but a little part, 
 
 And let these burnings ever end ; 
 
 Gonzalo be Corneto's friend, 
 
 And if thou wilt be join'd with mine, 
 
 My sister shall be shortly thine : 
 
 And here before my chiefs I swear, 
 
 To give you that you hold most dear. 
 
 Go, seek the maid, and bid her come 
 
 To grace the nuptials at our home, 
 
 For thine alone she soon shall be, 
 
 Nor shall the whole world snatch from thee. 
 
 Thus saying, to his tower he hied, 
 
 Gonzalo graced his veteran side. 
 
 XXI. 
 
 Mirth was in every heart; each sigh 
 Perlum'd with cherub harmony.
 
 1 ORELLANA. 21 
 
 Loud noise of approbation there, 
 Echoing through the brightening air : 
 And soon the fair one was sought out, 
 And welcom'd by a loyal shout ; 
 What purity was in that face ; 
 Virtue and love they all could trace ; 
 They felt that beauty in distress 
 Was still as charming to caress, 
 Each honest heart could only bless. 
 And every soul in sympathy 
 In raptures stood applauding by, 
 For joy had fill'd each subject's eye. 
 
 END OF CANTO I.
 
 GONZALO and ORELLANA. 
 
 CANTO II.
 
 GONZALO and ORELLANA. 
 
 CANTO II. 
 
 I. 
 
 SHORT were the pleasures of that pair ; 
 
 The tyrant fear'd his lovely heir. 
 
 And when the ceremonious day 
 
 Was come to give the hride away ; 
 
 The brother hied in royal dress, 
 
 With soul still hard and motionless 
 
 As rock of adamant on high, 
 
 Whose snow-clad top had reach'd the sky. 
 
 Or like the hill whose buried mine, 
 
 Ne'er felt a ray of heaven to shine. 
 
 The morning came ; the pair were seen 
 
 With flowing crowns quite evergreen ; D
 
 2G G0NZAL0 AND 
 
 The priests assembled on tlie spot, 
 To join their love by hymen's knot ; 
 The minstrel with his sacred lyre, 
 And glowing with poetic fire, 
 Awoke the chords which yet were sleeping, 
 O'er the fond maid then softly weeping; 
 He touch'd the melancholy string, 
 Which set her soul a murmuring. 
 
 II. 
 
 Why he damp'd th' expected pleasure, 
 
 With such a sad and gloomy measure, 
 
 It is not known, but yet 'tis true, 
 
 The same dull sound the whole day through, 
 
 Ran, like the trembling rivulet — 
 
 We fain must leave, and then regret. 
 
 Gonzalo took her pious hand, 
 Fulfilling all the law's command : — 
 The matrons gather'd in a ring, 
 Attir'd in all the charms of spring. 
 (Love's heralds might have taken wing.) 
 There is a customary kiss, 
 That's claim'd upon a day like this ; 
 When any two are join'd in bliss,
 
 ORELLANA. 27 
 
 They give the check for the caressing 
 Of all who thus bestow their blessing. 
 
 III. 
 
 The altar had the canopy 
 
 Of an unbounded cloudless sky ; 
 
 'Twas fix'd within a myrtle grove, 
 
 Where dove is mated with the dove ; 
 
 No foot profan'd with daring tread, 
 
 These regions of delight or dread, 
 
 Except when some such pair were wed. 
 
 And then the mighty throng would press 
 
 With all the love of eagerness 
 
 To gather flowers to deck the head, 
 
 Or scatter o'er the bridal bed. 
 
 For marriage is a rosy tie, 
 
 Whose sweetness does all sweets supply j 
 
 Whose charms fade not in misery's hour, 
 
 But like the beauteous trampl'd flow'r, 
 
 Will rear its head against the blow, 
 
 And still a stronger fragrance throw. 
 
 Some hearts will in prosperity 
 
 Forget, that register'd on high, 
 
 The vows by which their hands were giv'n 
 
 Are ever fresh in sight of heav'n.
 
 28 GONZALO AND 
 
 IV. 
 
 And shelter' d from the sun's bright fire, 
 
 Here nature's soft iEolian lyre 
 
 Play'd through the branches of the trees, 
 
 And varied with the cooling breeze. 
 
 No, not a voice was heard e'en there ; 
 
 Nought, but the warbling of the air : 
 
 The list'ning concourse dumb with fear : 
 
 Link'd by a roseate wreath, they stand 
 
 Encircled by a royal band 
 
 Of relatives, who seem delighted, 
 
 That thus the happy pair are plighted. 
 
 But when the ceremony's o'er, 
 
 The mingling and percussive roar, 
 
 Re-echo'd on the sea-girt shore. 
 
 And now th' approving multitude 
 
 Are feasted on the royal food ; 
 
 And slaves for once are here befriended, 
 
 And labour is by all suspended. 
 
 V. 
 
 The chiefs and captains of the isle 
 Receiv'd the condescending smile 
 Of royalty which might beguile.
 
 ORELLANA. 29 
 
 Each had an invitation there, 
 
 To grace the matrimonial cheer. 
 
 The feast no doubt was good ; we know 
 
 In courts 'tis generally so. 
 
 But scarcely had they risen up 
 
 From table, where the gods might sup ; 
 
 At least where beings as divine 
 
 Would gladly pledge with sparkling wine, 
 
 Ere in Corneto's haughty eye 
 
 Were seen the marks of destiny, 
 
 As if selecting from the throng, 
 
 A victim who might be, ere long 
 
 There offered as a sacrifice 
 
 Before a multitude of eyes, 
 
 Whom custom ignorantly led 
 
 To see thrown in a fiery bed, 
 
 As if so premature a grave, 
 
 For one, the greater part could save. 
 
 VI. 
 
 He sought a royal victim ; he 
 
 Estranged by savage cruelty, 
 
 From all to whom affection binds, 
 
 In equal sympathetic minds, D 2
 
 30 GONZALO AND 
 
 Had cherish'd the unkindly thought, 
 Which only fiends could now have wrought 
 To murder the new married bride 
 Reposing by her husband's side. 
 This was a hard and cruel lot, 
 A foul and fiend-like cursed plot ; 
 But when his kindling rage grew hot 
 Nothing but blood would quench the fire 
 Of his infernal inward ire. 
 
 Ah, little did the bride then fear, 
 That danger was so very near ! — 
 Corneto hired a bloody hand 
 To execute his dread command ; 
 It fail'd by some bless'd miracle, 
 Which he could ne'er return to tell. 
 
 VII. 
 
 Thus foil'd, the tyrant proudly rav'd, 
 
 And curs'd th' unseen that there had sav'd ; 
 
 For as th' assassin held the knife, 
 
 Expecting to have ta'en her life ; 
 
 And when about to give the blow, 
 
 He heard a muttering deep and low,
 
 ORELLAXA. 31 
 
 A warning voice that bade him spare 
 
 A creature so divinely fair. 
 
 " Back to the tyrant, back," said one, 
 
 " And tell him that the foul deed's done ; 
 
 And shew the life-stain'd instrument, 
 
 And crook the blade, as if 'twas bent 
 
 In piercing Orellana's heart : 
 
 But go, while yet you may depart. 
 
 She must not die this cruel death, 
 
 Nor shall she yet yield up her breath." 
 
 Just as these words were sternly spoken, 
 
 Gonzalo's spell of sleep was broken ; 
 
 And seizing hastily his sword, 
 
 He gave the wretch his rich reward. 
 
 VIII. 
 
 The early dawn was beautiful, 
 Inviting new-join'd hands to cull 
 The dewy flowers the earth perfuming, 
 For sun rays would be soon consuming. 
 And those who wish love's walk to share, 
 Should seek it in the morning air,- 
 At night the presage is most dooming, 
 The morn reflects a hue that's blooming.
 
 32 
 
 GONZALO AND 
 
 They wander'd to the sacred grove, 
 
 Where late they consummated love ; 
 
 And knelt heside the altar there ; 
 
 Each off ring up a fervent prayer. 
 
 And whilst indulging that sweet glance 
 
 Towards heaven which might their joys enhance, 
 
 A secret band from ambush came, 
 
 Extinguishing the altar's flame, 
 
 And calling on Gonzalo's name, 
 
 They bade him yield his traitor bride : 
 
 " I'll never quit my lov'd-one's side, 
 And though I am my sword denied, 
 You shall not tear these hands apart, 
 Whilst circling round her pure young heart." 
 
 IX. 
 
 " The tyrant sent us here to seize," 
 Said one, " He waits near yonder trees : 
 We must at present him obey ; 
 But we shall hail with joy that day, 
 When deep in earth his bones shall lay. 
 We take you to the secret tow'r, 
 Where he assembles all his pow'r."
 
 OREX.LANA. 33 
 
 Corneto bid his minions tear 
 
 Asunder, by their force this pair, 
 
 And lead the bride thus fresh and fair, 
 
 To dungeon deep below the ground, 
 
 Where no one ray of hope is found. 
 
 He would not grant a short farewell, 
 
 That they their misery might tell ; 
 
 He would not grant one last embrace, 
 
 Although 'twere giv'n before his face. 
 
 They now by cruelty were parted, 
 
 Orellana was broken-hearted. 
 
 But yet a little joy was beaming, 
 
 Bright through the crystal drops then streaming. 
 
 X. 
 
 Gonzalo had a friend at court, 
 Who gave each night a true report 
 Of all the tyrant thought or said. 
 He wish'd Gonzalo were but dead, 
 And calling o'er the muster roll 
 Of ev'ry chief and mataboole ; 
 So little practis'd in disguise, 
 To hide his horrid cruelties 
 From all the nation's open'd eyes ;
 
 34 GONZALO AND 
 
 He thus bespoke the shiv'ring crowd, 
 Whose chattering teeth proclaim'd aloud 
 The fear and horror that they felt, 
 When down before his throne they knelt. 
 
 " Let him who seeks a royal wife, 
 
 Go plunge this two-edg'd pointed knife 
 
 Into Gonzalo's fated heart, 
 
 And cut love's band, with life's, apart. 
 
 I see a coward traitor start ; 
 
 Go bear him to the rack, for why 
 
 Should he my mandate thus defy." 
 
 XI. 
 
 All stood with petrifaction there, 
 
 And even fear'd to show their fear. 
 
 The tyrant gaz'd with eager eye, 
 
 Whose flaming flashes certainty, 
 
 Wither'd the glance on which 'twould strike!! 
 
 In this alas, 'twas not unlike 
 
 Th' electric spark, which as 'tis lighting 
 
 Most brilliantly, is only blighting. 
 
 All motionless the warriors stood, 
 
 Not wishing such a victim's blood.
 
 OKELLANA. 35 
 
 A cleatli-like silence reign'd o'er all, 
 
 Who thus unto the judgment hall 
 
 Had come to answer to the call 
 
 Of one they hated in their soul, 
 
 Yet basely bovv'd to his control. 
 
 'Twas calmness, which a storm oft brings 
 
 Soon after nature's wanderings : 
 
 Or like the quiet that we feel, 
 
 When the loud thunders' bursting peal 
 
 Yields to the agonizing light, 
 
 Which darts upon our restless sight. 
 
 XII. 
 
 So long a pause amongst the few 
 
 Whom the curs'd tyrant deem'd were true ; 
 
 To act a sudden wicked deed, 
 
 At which humanity would bleed, 
 
 Alarm' d his pride ; he said that fate 
 
 Had mov'd him thus to perpetrate 
 
 This dark act of infernal hate. 
 
 And whilst his curses he was breathing, 
 
 The fiend within his heart was writhing. 
 
 Gouzalo's friend was in the tow'r, 
 
 And knew his own and tyrant's hour, 
 
 And thus he spake : " O Prince, thy pow'r
 
 36 G0XZAL0 AND 
 
 Omnipotent we all must own, 
 
 Anil prostrate worship at thy throne. 
 
 We have few gifts ; — no winning arts, 
 
 Entire you reign within our hearts : 
 
 Your wishes are our laws ; we give 
 
 Death to the wretch that should not live. 
 
 Of old, Gonzalo's treason's known, 
 
 He aira'd to thrust thee from thy throne. 
 
 Give me that faithful dagger then, 
 
 And with it my own choice of men." 
 
 XIII. 
 
 The tyrant doubted e'en his ears, 
 
 The flush of hope triumphant rears 
 
 The passing hectic on the cheek, 
 
 Like sun-beams, through the clouds that break. 
 
 And sudden joy was in his eye, 
 
 That laugh'd at bloody butchery. 
 
 " Thine is the maid ; there is no sin, 
 This young and royal one to win, 
 Think of the madd'ning draught of love, 
 Should that bright steel successful prove j 
 Gonzalo's spirit, then will be 
 Unbounded in imrnendty.
 
 ORELLANA. 37 
 
 And he may find a partner there, 
 
 A cherub bright, but not more fair 
 
 Than she, he holds so charming here : 
 
 He was not made for this dull earth, 
 
 Some god most surely gave him birth, 
 
 For in his face the speaking truth 
 
 Is visible in blooming youth. 
 
 If he he mortal ; that same eye 
 
 Which scorn'd our island's deity, 
 
 May be a sun in yonder sky ; 
 
 Made not for earth's dull stagnant forms, 
 
 His soul is only calm in storms.'' 
 
 XIV. 
 
 " My noble and beloved sire, 
 
 I do not to her hand aspire, 
 
 My heart's engag'd ; I will not prove 
 
 My loyalty for such a love. 
 
 Match her not below her station ; 
 
 There breathes not one in all the nation 
 
 Fit to take her lovely hand, 
 
 E'en should Corneto's self command : 
 
 My generous sov'reign, this I ask 
 
 Before I shall conclude my task, 
 
 E
 
 38 GONZALO AND 
 
 To enter nightly in his den. 
 But strictly guarded by my men ; 
 Then I will as Gonzalo's friend, 
 Soon name the time that I shall send 
 To break bis fetters off in twain, 
 And mount him on the throne to reign ; 
 For as he's doom'd by me to die, 
 He falls alone by treachery. 
 Allow but five short days ; and he 
 Shall live no more, to trouble thee." 
 
 XV. 
 
 The thoughtful friend by virtue fir'd 
 To deeds of boldness was inspir'd ; 
 The night arriv'd, and he withdrew 
 Along with his selected crew. 
 
 And now he mov'd the massy key, 
 Gonzalo's glance was turn'd that way, 
 And when he saw the op'ning door, 
 He thought his life woidd soon be o*cr : 
 But hastily his friend explain'd : 
 When sweet composure he regain'd.
 
 ORELI.ANA. 39 
 
 # 
 
 When all was quiet in the tow'r, 
 About the midnight solemn hour, 
 Once more he visited the den, 
 But left behind the drowsy men ; 
 And softly to the dungeon creeping, 
 He stole upon Gonzalo sleeping. 
 O, what a tranquil mind has he, 
 Who thus in chain'd captivity, 
 Secluded from his friend and foe, 
 And subject to th' assassin's blow, 
 Could here forget his heart's last woe, 
 Could thus repose as sweetly here, 
 As if he breath' d the chamber air. 
 
 XVI, 
 
 And canst thou rest without thy pillow, 
 Whilst yet thy harp is on the willow ? 
 O yes ; thy soul is innocent 
 As infant's in its sure ascent 
 To God's high throne, a resident. 
 All, all was hope ; he knew no fear ; 
 But coming to his friend more near, 
 He saw a half congealed tear, 
 On the bright fetters of his hand, 
 Whose deep'ning rust shall ever stand
 
 40 GONZALO AND 
 
 There, as a monument of hate, 
 
 And brave Gonzalo's cruel fate. 
 
 " Awake my friend, and hear thy doom, 
 
 Haste to thy lov'd-one in her gloom; 
 
 She waits to press thee to her arms, 
 
 After so many dire alarms. 
 
 Go, quickly go ; another day 
 
 May take my promises away. 
 
 Take this my lamp, while here I stay 
 
 Till you return ; but be not long, 
 
 For soon the tyrant's menial throng 
 
 Will in the court be busy here, 
 
 And instant death we all may fear.'' 
 
 XVII. 
 
 He took the light ; away went he, 
 With all that cautious secrecy, 
 So requisite in such a place, 
 To look once more upon her face, 
 Whose beauties shone like heav'n to him ; 
 Compai'd with which the stars were dim, 
 E'en in the brightest beams they sent, 
 Not half so bright as when she bent 
 O'er his bless'd brow with piercing eye. 
 FilPd with a mental extacy,
 
 ORELLAXA. 41 
 
 He reach'd ber dungeon ; in he went ; 
 She sniil'd like op'ning orient, 
 When rising from a troubled sea ; 
 Bright, blooming, yet in misery. 
 Acute the interview. Awhile 
 
 Frantic they gaze, each bosom beating. 
 In rapture wildly sweet they smile, 
 
 The bliss alas ! how quickly fleeting. 
 Each startl'd by the sudden glance, 
 
 In agonizing transport wild ; 
 'Twas like a mother's fearful trance, 
 
 When first she kiss'd a long-lost child. 
 
 XVIII. 
 
 " What brings my dear Gonzalo then, 
 
 How has he 'scap'd that worst of men, 
 
 How did he enter this my den ? 
 
 Just as the lambent flame was dying 
 
 Last night, I heard a gentle sighing ; 
 
 I thought it was some pris'ner near, 
 
 And pity claim'd that burning tear 
 
 I could not shed in all my grief, 
 
 Or it had bless'd with some relief. 
 
 No doubt it was beav'n's messenger, 
 
 It sweetly said, ' ' Oh, never fear, e 2
 
 42 GONZALO AND 
 
 For God joins not thy cursed foe, 
 
 And paradise he will bestow 
 
 On those who murmur not in w T oe. 
 
 Prepare to see that faithful one, 
 
 Whose pray'rs and vows your heart first won ; 
 
 He ever loves you as his bride, 
 
 And shall this night stand by your side." 
 
 I almost doubted that soft voice, 
 
 Which made my very soul rejoice ; 
 
 And I then thought 'twould add to pain, 
 
 Because I deem'd that voice my brain. 
 
 XIX. 
 
 My brother has been here with me, 
 
 And seal'd my doom's sad certainty. 
 
 Deaf to my words ; he mock'd my cries ; 
 
 Unmov'd, unmoving were his eyes ; 
 
 He said my funeral obsequies 
 
 Would soon take place ; when I might fly 
 
 Unto thy spirit watching by : 
 
 Two days will pass, and then you die 
 
 Upon the altar of the Lord, 
 
 Remember girl, and be prepar'd. 
 
 " Two days !" in grief, Gonzalo said, 
 
 " Must earth be then thy bridal bed,
 
 ORELLAXA. 43 
 
 And will he let thee there expire 
 
 Like victim, in consuming fire. 
 
 O heav'n, let not this cursed crime 
 
 Be once nam'd in the tyrant's clime ; 
 
 And if such guilty life as mine 
 
 Can shield my love from such a shrine, 
 
 O take my soul, and let it fly 
 
 To regions where my misery 
 
 May be as lasting as my love : 
 
 My death may to thee safety prove." 
 
 Abrupt indeed was their farewell, 
 For he was call'd back to his cell. 
 
 XX. 
 
 In this his anxious friend had err'd, 
 Because 'twas nothing that he heard ; 
 But since Gonzalo came away, 
 "Twere better now that he should stay 
 In his own dungeon,- lest a guard, 
 Who sought the tyrant's rich reward, 
 Should hover near his prison'd den, 
 And find him absent) then, O then,
 
 44 GONZALO AND 
 
 He'd see no more that bright blue eye, 
 
 Nor would he have e'en sympathy, 
 
 Except from some bless'd saint on high. 
 
 Hopeless the pris'ner feels his pangs ; 
 
 When once the tyrant's bloody fangs 
 
 Seize on the victim of his will, 
 
 He tortures when he does not kill j 
 
 And thus prolongs with dire caprice 
 
 Those torments, which with life would cease. 
 
 END OF CANTO II.
 
 GONZALO and ORELLANA. 
 
 CANTO III.
 

 
 GONZALO and ORELLANA. 
 
 CANTO III. 
 
 I. 
 GONZALO saw the morning's dawn, 
 
 That was to rid him of his wife ; 
 He heard upon the castle lawn, 
 
 The quick'ning murmurs of some strife ; 
 Confusing halloos, shouts and noise, 
 Men's curses, and the cry of boys, 
 
 Threaten'd the tyrant's hateful life : 
 There mothers' tears, and maidens' sighs, 
 
 In bitterest anguish rose to heaven ; 
 The hills re-echoed to the skies, 
 
 Th' obdurate rocks appear'd as riven. 
 And now the high tow'r's bell was sounding, 
 That knell which never was but wounding,
 
 43 GONZA.LO AND 
 
 To tender souls, oppress'd and fated 
 
 To be by tbe proud tyrant bated. 
 
 It deafen'd e'en Gonzalo's hearing, 
 
 But still one bope be bad appearing, 
 
 Which yet might fail, 'twas doubtful, fearing. 
 
 II. 
 
 He knew the hateful spot of ground 
 
 On which the cruel pile was placed ; 
 He felt his lov'd-one's burning wound, 
 
 Which all his own griefs had effaced. 
 A vault was underneath the spot, 
 
 Kept for the ashes of the burned ; 
 For all those pilgrims, whose sad lot 
 
 Was this, were there in common urned. 
 A sudden flash upon him darted, 
 
 Promising some future bliss. 
 We feel tbe pang when broken-hearted, 
 
 Know the pain of our last kiss ; 
 Itegret the cheering light departed : 
 
 His feeling was somewhat like this. 
 
 Through the vile grating, which enclosed 
 His vig'rous and avenging arm.
 
 ORELLANA. 49 
 
 He saw his lovely-one reposed 
 
 Without the least of fear's alarm. 
 
 III. 
 
 Gonzalo had hut one desire 
 
 To rescue from th' expecting fire 
 
 She whom he lov'd, and had possess'd j 
 
 With whose endearments he was blest. 
 
 And now he rav'd, and now he tore, 
 
 As to the burning steps they bore 
 
 Gonzalo's unresisting mate, 
 
 Who look'd alone disconsolate ; 
 
 That she could give no last adieu. 
 
 No parting smile that still would be 
 An emblem of herself, as true 
 
 As is immortal memory. 
 And when unshackled there she stood, 
 
 The furious flames in columns roll'd ; 
 She smil'd upon the burning flood, 
 
 Which soon her weak limbs would enfold. 
 Again she smil'd, and undismay'd, 
 
 Her mirror' d face was so sublime j 
 Her beauty knew not how to fade, 
 
 The hue was of a heavenly clime, 
 
 F
 
 50 GONZALO AXD 
 
 For soon, alas, she must be hid 
 Beneath the fiery pyramid. 
 
 IV. 
 
 O God, what cruelty pollutes 
 
 Thy sons in this earth's wilderness, 
 
 Rebels to thee : the fiercest brutes 
 Are not so vain in nothingness. 
 
 Gonzalo was within the walls, 
 From which he could not now assail ; 
 For tyranny itself enthralls, 
 And leaves us naught e'en to bewail ; 
 No, not one whisper on the gale. 
 And whilst he strain'd his anxious eye, 
 Twas fix'd as if on vacancy ; 
 No cooling drop of liquid there, 
 No soul-refreshing, soft'ning tear, 
 To moisten those two balls of fire, 
 Whose light would soon in heat expire. 
 He saw her beauteous head was bending, 
 
 Noted well her waving hand ; 
 He saw her halt in her ascending, 
 
 To look upon the gazing band.
 
 ORELLANA. 51 
 
 With him 'twas dark as night could be, 
 
 Visual and mental ; there he lay, 
 As if life's last catastrophe 
 
 Had snatch'd his spirit from the clay. 
 
 V. 
 
 Now the loud shriek proclaim'd the fright 
 
 Of all who saw the horrid sight. 
 
 Gonzalo's friend who knew her doom, 
 
 Now hasten'd to the dungeon's gloom, 
 
 And thus with words as earnestly, 
 
 And full of feeling as could be, 
 
 He bade him fix his hope on high, 
 
 That there was certain liberty. 
 
 " The cruel tyrant in his grave, 
 
 Is nothing better than his slave, 
 
 And there the tortur'd wretch may rest, 
 
 And lie, as his tormentor, bless'd. 
 
 Look up then to that equal sky, 
 
 And pant for immortality. 
 
 I bring a comfort to your ears ; 
 Rise up, and throw away your fears ; 
 Your dear one lives, and hears us now ; 
 Look up and calm that cloudy brow :
 
 52 
 
 GONZALO AND 
 
 Here, here she is within my call, 
 
 Turn but your eyes ; believe it all/' 
 
 "Ah! why deceive so cruelly," 
 
 Gonzalo said in his reply ; 
 
 " I saw her verging on the flame, 
 
 I heard her call on Jesu's name, 
 
 And with a supplicating eye, 
 
 Her soul was ready thence to fly." 
 
 VI. 
 
 "Listen but calmly to my tale, 
 And then I'm sure I shall not fail, 
 To prove that she you most admire, 
 Escap'd unhurt, the flaming fire j — 
 And now with patience she awaits 
 Your hand to lead her past the gates, 
 And place her in some safe retreat, 
 Where you and she again may meet. 
 Do you forget the vault once seal'd, 
 Which I to you before reveal'd, 
 O'er which so many victims pin'd, 
 Whilst the fierce flames awhile declin'd. 
 I risk'd my life, and had I died 
 In saving thy beloved bride, 
 Some angel doubtless had been guide
 
 OKELLAXA. 53 
 
 To bear my spirit fiom the shore, 
 Whilst o'er your prison I should soar, 
 And dream of happiness of yore. 
 Mine was the duty to prepare 
 
 The fuel for that altar's flame ; 
 My heart informed me I could spare, 
 Or in the victim's suffering share 
 
 Without or sin, or guilt, or shame. 
 
 VII. 
 
 Last night the tomb by me unseal'd, 
 Where now your lov'd-one is conceal'd, 
 The fire was in a circle round, 
 Supported by an earthly mound, 
 Which left a deep hole in the ground, 
 Sufficient to seclude her gaze, 
 From that tremendous scorching blaze, 
 Which kept the eager throng away, 
 Till the high sun proclaim'd mid-day. 
 The crowd dispers'd ; my guards remain 
 
 To watch the smoking ashes still ; 
 They feel anew the heavy chain 
 
 That binds them to the tyrant's will. 
 Some know the secret well, 'tis true, 
 
 They aided me in what I've done ; i" ^
 
 54 GONZALO AND 
 
 They only wish that such as you, 
 Were witli them as a leading one. 
 
 To night what ashes still remain, 
 
 The altar's form — the maiden's doom, 
 
 All will be level with the plain, 
 And cover'd by a royal tomb." 
 
 VIII. 
 
 'Twas like a resurrection this ; 
 
 A heavenly, and pervading light 
 Dawn'd, as if some celestial bliss 
 
 Had risen on his aching sight. 
 He saw the door re-open wide, 
 He recogniz'd his beauteous bride. 
 O, what a blessed extacy 
 
 Did in each panting breast appear ; 
 Nothing beneath the brightest sky 
 
 Could come to heaven itself more near. 
 And in each others arms thus weeping 
 
 Perfect as those of paradise ; 
 Who on the fragrant bank were sleeping, 
 
 Regardless of the angel's eyes, 
 That on them in delight were peeping, 
 And wishing to be partners there, 
 Where love like this they fain would share.
 
 ORELLANA. 55 
 
 Their friend had seen, and fear'd to check 
 The ardour of their loving hearts ; 
 
 They clung together like a wreck, 
 
 Whose flame cements the burning parts, 
 
 Until it is a single speck 
 
 Of light upon the watery main, 
 
 A star, that ne'er shall rise again. 
 
 IX. 
 
 " My love, we have hut one resource, 
 It is, I own, a dangerous course, 
 
 But death had better be our meed, 
 
 Than now refuse to try the deed, 
 Which takes us from the tyrant's force, 
 
 And leaves our minds and bodies freed. 
 I know of one most secret cave, 
 
 Whose close impenetrable lock 
 Is hid beneath the roaring wave, 
 
 And far extends in yonder rock. 
 I have one faithful, willing slave, 
 Who by his kindly friendship gave 
 A hint that led me to the sea, 
 To find this safe abode for thee, 
 Until I can the laud escape, 
 
 Which holds us both in tyranny.
 
 56 GONZALO AND 
 
 The night is best for us to shape 
 Our flying course to yonder cape ; 
 
 My kind friend here will wait for me, 
 And may no harm to him betide, 
 
 Whose friendship thus has set us free, 
 And brought me back my blooming bride 
 
 From realms of dark uncertainty.'' 
 
 X. 
 
 The solemn midnight came again, 
 
 And still a dark sad silence reign'd, 
 The whistling blast thro' ev'ry den, 
 
 Th' expecting couple doubly pain'd. 
 At length the faithful friend was hear'd 
 
 With light steps on the pavement near ; 
 The music of the sweetest bird, 
 
 Were not so charming to the ear. 
 The tears which in our infancy 
 
 Are by a mother often shed, 
 The grateful drops from that warm eye, 
 
 That fall upon each guiltless head ; 
 
 The starving wretch that has not bread, 
 To stop his helpless infants' cry ; 
 But has a yearning sympathy,
 
 ORELLANA. 57 
 
 That would to them his life impart, 
 And give the warm blood of his heart, 
 
 To check one sad hour's misery ; 
 Tell not the pangs the captive feels, 
 Ere heavenly light itself reveals, 
 
 And dawns upon his liberty. 
 
 XI. 
 
 And having gain'd the wish'd-for cave, 
 
 Depositing his fond-one there ; 
 He pushes o'er the heaving wave, 
 Back to the tow'r with his kind slave, 
 Still off'ring up to heav'n his pray'r, 
 That it might condescend to spare. 
 
 He heard the sound of dashing oars, 
 As nearer he approach'd the shores ; 
 He saw a lamp at every stern, 
 And lights with perfect clearness burn, 
 Whose rays were yet enough to reach 
 The gently sloping, sandy beach 5 
 And there a host of warriors standing, 
 Drawn up in battle's fierce array ;
 
 58 
 
 GONZALO AND 
 
 He heard his brother's voice commanding, 
 And in a warrior's accents say : 
 
 " Let's wait but for the dawn of day, 
 
 The tyrant then shall feel our hate, 
 We'll rescue his imprison'd prey, 
 
 And leave his city desolate. 
 
 To-morrow, comrades, we'll away, 
 
 And doom the tyrant to his fate." 
 
 XII. 
 
 Gonzalo now had touch'd the shore, 
 
 And having cast his quick eye o'er 
 
 The troops, his brother there had brought, 
 
 He gave way to revenging thought. 
 
 And now a sentinel had seen 
 
 This stranger of superior mien, 
 
 And begg'd to know if there he came, 
 
 To add his great and noble name 
 
 To those who were about to go, 
 
 To combat with a tyrant foe, 
 
 And whose bound oath had join'd them all 
 
 To throw down his usurping wall, 
 
 Nor leave with life, except they caught, 
 
 That tyrant fierce, 'gainst whom they fought.
 
 ORELLANA. 59 
 
 Gonzalo and his brother met 
 With that true warmth none e'er forget ; 
 When friendship leads them to the spot, 
 Whether a palace or a cot, 
 
 Decks the fair ground on which they greet ; 
 'Tis heaven enough to have the lot, 
 
 By accident again to meet. 
 
 XIII. 
 
 Gonzalo's brother, whispering, said, 
 
 " I fear'd your loving bride was dead. 
 
 But since she lives, to me attend ; 
 
 Withdraw this night, with that dear friend. 
 
 To-morrow ev'ry boat shall sweep, 
 
 The blood-red water of the deep, 
 
 And when we near the buried cave, 
 
 I will descend through ev'ry wave, 
 
 And take you both to Fiji's isle, 
 
 Where fortune cannot fail to smile." 
 
 " It cannot be,'' Gonzalo sigh'd, 
 
 " I love, more love than life, my bride ; 
 
 But did my forehead e'er reveal 
 
 A fear of shot or sharpen'd steel.
 
 fiO GONZALO AND 
 
 Fortune will bless, I now foretell, 
 And cannot from your cause rebel ; 
 Let but a small band follow me, 
 And soon our shouts of victory 
 Will by thy royal guards and thee 
 Be heard along the tyrant's coast. 
 And when the dawn breaks on thy host, 
 Look to the signal on the towers 
 Aud see the blood- red flag of ours.'' 
 
 XIV. 
 
 Away they went, and softly crept 
 
 Back to the cell, which he had left. 
 His friend, when last they parted, wept ; 
 
 And felt as if misfortune slept 
 In the twin hearts that then were cleft. 
 But now they felt security, 
 E'en 'gainst the tyrant's low'ring eye. 
 Gonzalo walk'd through ev'ry street, 
 Where crowds of suppliants at his feet, 
 Begg'd him to take the state's command, 
 For when the tyrant saw his band, 
 He died by his own cursed hand.
 
 ORELLANA. 61 
 
 And now the flag was dipp'd in gore, 
 And wav'd upon the battlement ; 
 
 The tyrant's cruel reign was o'er, 
 
 And shouts of young and old were blent, 
 Whose loosen'd tongues, new strains had lent. 
 
 Cromna march'd in full array, 
 And took possession on that day, 
 With mildness held the regal sway; 
 Whilst his brave brother, whose fair prize 
 
 Was hid beneath the watery cave, 
 Hasten'd with all the love that flies 
 
 In such extremity to save. 
 
 XV. 
 He call'd each mataboole and chief, 
 And said that heav'n had sent relief. 
 "Each one prepare, to go with me, 
 My wife, shall rise from yonder sea, 
 And bloom as any deity." 
 
 And when they steer'd close to the rock, 
 They saw him strike the marble block, 
 They felt his strong arm's pow'rful shock. 
 
 G
 
 Z GOXZALO AND 
 
 "Stay here" said he with glistening eye; 
 "And I will Neptune soon defy, 
 And bring the fairest creature here, 
 My hopes and sorrows all to share.'' 
 
 And whilst his followers were fearing, 
 They saw, as they suppos'd, appearing, 
 A goddess of such lovely hue, 
 Ascending from the watery blue, 
 They could not think their eyes were true. 
 And thus he bore his blessed treasure 
 To scenes of future joy and pleasure. 
 "Virtue," said she, "will never fail 
 To soothe all hearts that here bewail." 
 
 XVI. 
 
 < ' When you had left me in the cave 
 Beneath the blue encircling wave, 
 I thought it was by magic lighting, 
 I dreamt that voices so inviting, 
 With grateful sounds were sweetly sighing, 
 Now louder murm'ring, gently dying ; 
 And there a bright and pearly fountain, 
 Was bubbling from a starry mountain.
 
 OREJ.LANA. 63 
 
 I saw brave Neptune's fairest daughter 
 
 Arise erect from out the water, 
 
 Who snatch'd her harp, and with soft fingers 
 
 Touch'd the strings, whose sound still lingers 
 
 In this delighted ear; whose song 
 
 Was echo'd by the blooming throng 
 
 Of smiling nymphs who play'd around : 
 
 Enchanting was that novel sound, 
 
 Which made e'en me from earth rebound. 
 
 Bright beings wander'd through the cell, 
 
 Where the river gods reside j 
 I would not there be forced to dwell 
 
 To be fair Neptune's constant bride. 
 
 XVII. 
 
 And whilst in contemplation here, 
 
 Enjoying this their merriment, 
 I wish'd my lov'd-one would appear 
 
 And joiu me in my banishment. 
 And whilst attending to the lay, 
 I heard a charming minstrel say j 
 "Mortal thou art welcome here 
 
 Join the merry dance with me ; 
 Thou needst not any tyrant fear, 
 
 For we are safe and thou art free.
 
 C4 GONZALO AND 
 
 I am Neptune's loving bride, 
 
 Seen, and heard, and known afar, 
 I'm the god's prepetual guide j 
 
 Leading him to peace or war. 
 I'm the Spirit of the deep, 
 
 Ever watching for my prey, 
 I lull the mariner to sleep, 
 
 And then the thoughtless crew I slay. 
 I lure them to the distant sand, 
 
 And dash the waves upon the deck, 
 And there they lie at my command, 
 
 The victims of a sinking wreck. 
 
 XVIII. 
 
 How came you then to this my court, 
 
 Where none but favourites are seen, 
 How dared you to my cave resort, 
 
 Where mortal feet have seldom been : 
 The mansion of the watery queen, 
 
 To be polluted by the gaze 
 Of one, whose all-commanding eye 
 
 Might set my kingdom in a blaze : 
 If Neptune were but standing by, 
 
 To hear that god-like speaking sigh, 
 To yonder world of love he'd fly,
 
 ORELLANA. 65 
 
 And take thee in his longing arms, 
 And ravish'd with thy many charms 
 Would never touch the water more, 
 But live upon that sacred shore, 
 Where thy divinity is seen 
 With such bewitching modest mien ; 
 With such an aspect fair and smiling, 
 Madd'ning, soothing, and beguiling; 
 E'en a goddess looks with dread, 
 Now" her first bloom of beauty's fled, 
 While all heav'ns rays are on thy head. 
 
 XIX. 
 
 Be not alarm'd, I love you well, 
 You may with these my minstrels dwell, 
 But you must be attir'd like them, 
 And wear a trident diadem. 
 For should my Neptune in his sport 
 Come hither to his morning's court, 
 And see a stranger in the hall, 
 His vengeance might upon us all, 
 With his swift glance, like lightning fall. 
 He'd fix our doom in yonder deep, 
 And chain us to the rock's vast steep, 
 
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 60* GONZALO AND 
 
 Where all in grief might still be weeping, 
 Whilst sons of earth below are sleeping 
 As tranquil in those vast dominions, 
 Who only wait the seraph's pinions, 
 And trumpet's blast, to call above, 
 Where they may bask in purest love, 
 And live upon the beams of heav'n ; 
 Such joys to us are never giv'n. 
 But tempt not by thy winning smile, 
 My Neptune to thine own-lov'd isle.'' 
 
 XX. 
 
 And just as she concluded this, 
 
 She heard you on your watery way, 
 She press'd my hand, and gave that kiss, 
 
 Which seem'd to fear, I would betray : 
 And then her followers all retired, 
 
 And left me in a perfect night ; 
 And ev'ry glimm'ring lamp expired, 
 
 And ev'ry soul-refreshing light. 
 
 A rosy garland bound her brow, 
 
 As if by nature to caress j 
 The goddess' beauty beaming through, 
 
 In all its loveliest nobleness.
 
 ORELLAXA. 07 
 
 And though she doubtless was divine, 
 
 As being daughter unto Jove ; 
 I thought the young sweet eglantine. 
 
 On which she smil'd in perfect love, 
 
 Was torn from some terrestrial grove ; 
 For still a fresbness, like morn's dew, 
 
 And perfume of the sunless bours ; 
 Had mantled all in heavenly hue ; 
 
 She bloom'd like Paradise in flow'rs. 
 
 XXI. 
 
 So said Gonzalo's lovely bride, 
 
 As towards the wisb'd-for isle they went ; 
 And soon tbey saw it in its pride, 
 
 Arising from the element ; 
 And then the sky's high vault was rent, 
 
 With freedom's shouts so loudly given, 
 Such shouts are always eloquent ; 
 
 For liberty is born of heaven. 
 O, happy people who could be 
 Content, well-govem'd, yet quite free. 
 O, happy pair who rul'd the isle j 
 O, subjects bless'd, who there could smile 
 Beneath their guardian monarch's eye, 
 And flourish in tranquillity.
 
 G8 OONZALO AND &C. 
 
 Long may they be as freedom's band, 
 Till liberty repose on every land. 
 
 END OF CANTO HI.
 
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 TO EDWARD O. B. ESQR. ON HIS LEAVING 
 ENGLAND. 
 
 EDWARD, farewell ; may prosperous blowing gales 
 
 Waft you to western shores ; the wish'd-for bay, 
 And nought but spicy winds fill all your sails, 
 
 And sunshine gladden ev'ry coming clay. 
 May no fierce tempest wash your laden bark, 
 
 No hurricane molest your peaceful hour; 
 No whirlpool deep, and treacherous, and dark, 
 
 Draw you within its eddy's fatal pow'r. 
 Heaven hear our fervent vows, for you we pray, 
 
 That health may bless the climate where you go ; 
 And while you live and breathe so far away, 
 
 May no affliction move your soul to woe. 
 What, though the mighty seas too soon must part 
 
 From friends and country ; yet the time will come, 
 When your return shall glad your mother's heart, 
 
 And you shall bless the tongue that welcomes home.
 
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 Welcome, O welcome, every voice will cry, 
 And ev'ry hand in eager haste be given ; 
 And thankful tears shall sparkle in each eye, 
 A grateful tribute to all-bounteous heaven. 
 Farewell, and take my blessing on your head, 
 
 The only gift on earth I can bestow ; 
 When exercise has made your peaceful bed, 
 
 Command the healing streams of rest to flow. 
 So may perpetual peace attend your toil, 
 
 And mercy keep its court within your breast j 
 Pity the slaves who labour on your soil, 
 
 Their tears shall bless you, and their prayers shall rest 
 For ever on your head ; their thankful smile 
 
 Shall prove that they are men ; there's no disguise ; 
 The tears of savages cannot beguile : — 
 
 Their mind's true mirror is within their eyes. 
 Let the vast billows roar, and dash on high, 
 
 So speedily you cross the mighty deep; 
 A drop or two may fill your manly eye, 
 
 Remember those you leave, will sometimes weep. 
 I need not say, waft here a thought or two, 
 
 For could they come upon the posting wind, 
 Your love and friendship would appear as true 
 
 And constant, as your cheerfulness of mind.
 
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 When at my social board I sit me down. 
 
 And pledge my friends with a replenished glass ; 
 Your name my high-fill'd goblet first shall crown ; 
 
 Your name the lips of all my friends shall pass : 
 And would 'twere wafted swiftly o'er the main 
 
 By some white-wing'd commission'd cherub fair ! 
 The wish perhaps is fruitless, impious, vain, 
 
 But who such pleasing wishes can forbear ; — 
 I will not, with a heart alive to love, 
 
 Forget my friend j — I never can forget 
 To sound the name, that did my friendship move. 
 
 And when we parted, 'twas with sad regret. 
 Farewell ! ! farewell ! ! 'Tis an unwelcome sound ; 
 
 A lingering ecstacy with magic spell. 
 It's chilling echos to our hearts rebound ; 
 
 'Tis past expression ; — yet farewell, farewell ! ! 
 
 October, 1824.
 
 THOUGHTS SUGGESTED WHILE IN THE 
 VICINITY OF MOORE PARK. 
 
 INSCRIBED TO MISS 
 
 GRANT me a rural gift, amongst the rest, 
 
 Oh heav'n ! For I admire thy lofty sphere. 
 Give me the blessings of the truly bless'd ; 
 
 Those charms we have in rustic nature here. 
 Those charms I love ; and can I then forbear 
 
 To waft to yonder scenes, one farewell sigli, 
 And were my nature soft, perchance a tear 
 
 Would glisten in my fix'd and sullen eye. 
 Had I a soul for love, I'd hither bring 
 
 My lovely charmer, spirit like my own ; 
 And here beside the soft stream murmuring, 
 
 Our sighs should echo to the grove alone. 
 Oh blessed place! Oh glorious time of bliss ; 
 
 No list'ning ear — no eye to scrutinize.
 
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 She would not then deny the fervent kiss, 
 
 Nor hide the joy that sparkled in her eyes. 
 I'd whisper softly, but I'd be sincere j 
 
 Tell her my soul's intent, and constant prove ; 
 Should she betray a doubt, I'd wipe the tear, 
 
 Which seein'd to doubt of my sincerer love. 
 And when we wander to and fro the scene, 
 
 Seeking delight our words can ne'er reveal 5 
 We trace the rivulet where it is seen 
 
 Rippling along the vale. So lovers steal 
 To bow'rs appointed, almost silently 
 
 To plight their vows : but vows are made of air 
 And tears which trickle from the fair ones eye, 
 
 In love alone add madness to despair. 
 Oh love ! discordant love ! What magic charms 
 
 Must then pervade this dark obdurate heart, 
 When she I love, flies swiftly to my arms, 
 
 Sinks on the soul, from which she ne'er shall part. 
 Pwere heav'n to taste such joy! Enrapt'ring prize ; 
 
 A bliss surpassing language ! when she dwelt 
 With love's most piercing eloquence ; her eyes 
 
 Shot a celestial radiance which I felt, 
 And must for ever feel. — But she is lost j 
 
 The darling of my soul, who lov'd me well,
 
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 Sings with celestial choirs. A heav'nly host 
 
 Convey'd her soul away: I sigh'd farewell!! 
 My lip on her's was press'd ; when envious death 
 
 Clasp'd her within his arms, as I had done, 
 Then drew away the sweetest human breath, 
 
 That e'er enliven'd clay, or man e'er won. 
 I liv'd upon her smile j my heart was sore, 
 
 When her bright eye was clos'd, her beauty fled. 
 I felt her heart, and then it throbb'd no more ! 
 
 I kiss'd her cheek, 'twas cold : her form was dead. 
 
 I love the pathless wood, the silent grove, 
 
 The verdant meadow, and the chirping bird j 
 The feeling heart, the sympathizing love, 
 
 The plain reproof; and friendship's wounding word. 
 All these are sweet ; and woman's smile is sweet, 
 
 Delighting to the heart, which sees the eye 
 Dilate with friendship. Oh tis heav'n to meet 
 
 A glance whose bright drops claim man's answ'ring 
 sigh. 
 'Tis sweet to hear the voice in melody : 
 
 It's echo is our soul j it's music there 
 Meets with a quick, warm, fervent, soft reply, 
 
 Producing thoughts which seldom can appear.
 
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 'Tis sweet to touch a woman's charming cheek, 
 
 With lips of friendship, or with lips of love ; 
 'Tis harmony enough to hear her speak, 
 
 Whether in praise, or whether she reprove. 
 Our memory is bless'd when we retrace 
 
 Scenes of past pleasure ; for if spent with friends, 
 We recollect the smile of ev'ry face, 
 
 And ev'ry joy with vigor fresh ascends. 
 Ye who would seek retirement ; banish woes ; 
 
 Or converse with a friend ; Llambedre wood 
 Affords a safe retreat: secure repose, 
 
 May here be felt in all its plenitude. 
 On either side's a woody eminence, 
 
 Crown'd with the forest oak of many a blast, 
 Which serves alike for beauty and defence, 
 
 Has weather'd ages, and for years may last. 
 On the high craggy cliffs are tow'ring trees, 
 
 And wildest flow'rs display their native bloom, 
 The woodland quiristers, all tuneful, please, 
 
 Sing away care, dispel man's darkest gloom. 
 And ever and anon a shapeless bridge, 
 
 Invites a passage o'er the parted vale. 
 Rude stones from off the mountain's distant ridge, 
 
 Convey th' explorer o'er the wat'ry dale. 
 
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 And there I noticed a rough hewn plank, 
 
 By peasants' hands supplied, as I should deem. 
 'Twas plac'd upon an elevated bank 
 
 To 'scape the ravage of a swollen stream. 
 A little life clung to th' expiring trunk : 
 
 A tender shoot or two, a leaf, a bud 
 Is visible. For with its weight there sunk 
 
 A mangled root, which draws the moist'ning flood ; 
 And thus it is renew'd ; 'tis as the link 
 
 Which binds old age to youth, as nature's joy, 
 When the great grand-sire, tott'ring on the brink 
 
 Of his last home, kisses his child's son's boy. 
 Still farther down, a modern stone bridge stands 
 
 Mantled in ivy ; nature's choicest dress 
 Has bound her everlasting wreath in bands 
 
 Of amity ; such bands as ne'er distress. 
 And here the friendship of the twig and stone 
 
 Is evergreen, in fiercest storms, night's chill. 
 The dreary days of dark December own 
 
 The lovers' bless'd dominion, and they will 
 Together bid defiance e'en to years. 
 
 Because their friendship still sincerer grows. 
 The rude rough lover on his bosom bears 
 
 His ornamental mate who shares his woes.
 
 MISCELLANEOUS TOEMS. / ( J 
 
 "lis thus with man, whilst struggling on in strife, 
 
 Still lovely woman hangs upon his breast; 
 She bears with patience all the grief of life, 
 
 Kissing the brow by melancholy press'd. 
 She is the tender plant ; the wounded stem 
 
 May lie transform'd and blossom fresh and fair ; 
 Time nor distresses could have parted them, 
 
 Nor will true lovers yield to black despair. 
 There was a mystery in this wood of old, 
 
 Some secret path, and still more secret place ; 
 But all's uncertainty that now is told, 
 
 For time has left, no, not the slightest trace, 
 By which we can discover any cave, 
 That answers for a murder'd daughter's grave. 
 The wood is not less pleasant, tho' my friend 
 
 And I have saunter'd there by eight : no moan 
 From out the grass-grave-cavern did ascend ; 
 
 No shriek, no sigh, no, not a single groan ; 
 Save what my fair companion made, and she 
 
 Was a child of fancy ; and oft-times heard, 
 Or deem'd she heard, a doleful minstrelsey, 
 
 Which pleas'd her senses while her bosom fear'd. 
 
 August, 1824.
 
 SONG. 
 
 TUNE, "CAN WEALTH OR FRIENDS," 
 
 CAN you forget the flowing bowl 
 
 To forward mirth and joy ; 
 "fis this that suits the hero's soul., 
 
 His hours employ. 
 If love of rosy wine can move, 
 Or punch the thing you better love, 
 
 Oh treat the boy, 
 
 Oh treat the boy, 
 The generous god of mighty wine, 
 Whose presence makes it quite divine ; 
 
 To treat the boy, 
 The gallant, gallant boy. 
 
 The charms that here are held to view, 
 Might any heart decoy ;
 
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 The pleasures are so lasting too, 
 
 So mighty coy, 
 That the most weak or impotent, 
 Can take the share the gods have sent, 
 
 Let's pledge the boy, 
 
 Let's pledge the boy, 
 The god-like boy that strides the tun, 
 His deity prolongs our fun : 
 
 Let's pledge the boy, 
 
 1'he smiling, smiling boy. 
 
 But let not one too deeply dip, 
 
 Or else he might destroy ; 
 For sometimes on the sweetest lip 
 
 There is alloy. 
 But wine, more freely as it flows 
 In reason, makes good friends of foes : 
 Embrace the boy, 
 Embrace the boy, 
 And let us own the origin 
 Of this celestial kilderkin : 
 Let's love the boy, 
 Let's love the boy, 
 The rosy, rosy boy.
 
 ON LOVE. 
 
 WHEN first a shaft from Cupid's bow 
 
 Is thrown, and lays its victim low; 
 
 A gale of sighs will soon ascend, 
 
 And tears come also to befriend. 
 
 But what is this that mars our peace, 
 
 And causes sorrow to increase ? 
 
 That makes us hope, that makes us fear, 
 
 Creating joy from black despair ? 
 
 That kindles in the breast such charms, 
 
 Existing only in alarms ? 
 
 That keeps the restless soul awake, 
 
 And runs from blessings it should take ? 
 
 That fills the head with dreams of bliss, 
 
 Of pleasure springing from a kiss ? 
 
 That makes us merry, makes us sad ; 
 
 Gives us discretion, drives us mad r
 
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 Imparts to sickness such a grace, 
 
 And drives health's bloom from off the face : 
 
 Quickens the eye, or makes it dull, 
 
 At one time wise, and now a fool ? 
 
 Witholds the speech, yet gives it ease ; 
 
 Disgusts sometimes, sometimes will please? 
 
 Prompts us by what the prize is won, 
 
 And by those means we are undone ? 
 
 We need not far proceed to prove 
 
 These are effects of faithless love. 
 
 And now I've enter'd on the theme, 
 
 I too will venture on that stream, 
 
 And share the pleasure and the pain 
 
 Of love just told 3 and told in vain. 
 
 For chilling blasts my hopes assail, 
 
 And though I now believe the tale, 
 
 Another day, another view 
 
 May prove my dearest girl untrue. 
 
 Anticipation heals our woe, 
 
 My fears and hopes together grow ; 
 
 I cherish hope, and in steps fear ; 
 
 Fear comes, and hope will disappear ; 
 
 Sad misconceptions may arise, 
 
 Decyph'ring language of the eyes.
 
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 For foolish " dew-drops'' wet the cheek, 
 
 When joy or grief wont let us speak \ 
 
 And smiles quite affable and gay 
 
 May also be, but to betray. 
 
 Love's emblems have been feign'd of old, 
 
 For honour, ease, a friend, or gold : 
 
 That love can only be sincere, 
 
 Which gives the heart the helm to steer. 
 
 Sweet are those thoughts words can't express. 
 
 We love the feelings we suppress ; 
 
 Still sweeter ii the trembling voice, 
 
 That whispers fervently it's choice j 
 
 And echos in the verdant clime, 
 
 Unvarying peals of love's true chime. 
 
 But there are glances which impart 
 
 A painful pleasure to the heart : 
 
 And dearer still when lips first meet. 
 
 'Tis pleasure past all utt'rance sweet : 
 
 For such to other joys invite 
 
 The purer bliss of love's delight ; 
 
 Fancy depicts content and peace, 
 
 Eternal happiness and ease, 
 
 Continued verdure in its spring, 
 
 And joys that smiles perpetual bring,
 
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 But whilst the tender flow'rets blow, 
 And youth's first amours sweetly glow, 
 The jovial hearts in fancy reel, 
 And gladden with love's melting peal. 
 And when deluded by soft charms, 
 We transports feel, and strong alarms ; 
 And what is worse, we see not art, 
 That blasts the unsuspecting heart. 
 This bosom true, a head has press'd, 
 These faithful lips a tongue has bless'd. 
 This constant eye, an eye inspires, 
 Which answers not to its desires. 
 The heart once hers she does not mind 
 What torments in that love I find ; 
 Secure she binds within her chain ,• 
 She feels a pleasure in my pain j 
 Can scorn my hopes, my pray'rs disdain. 
 Then gladly does she haste away, 
 Some other conquest to display, 
 Some other heart to win and wear, 
 Then leave that, also, to despair. 
 
 November, 1822.
 
 LINES ON A MADONNA. 
 
 ADDRESSED TO MISS ANNE — 
 
 WHEN the creative pencil of thy art 
 
 Draws forth the fancies of thy fervent mind, 
 The touch, such truth and vigor does impart, 
 
 As only can with nature be combin'd. 
 In thy Madonna and the infant child 
 
 Is elegance and ease in ev'iy part 5 
 Maternal sweetness, with an air so mild, 
 
 In silent transports speaks unto my heart. 
 Yes, I might fancy thy own mother there, 
 
 Her infant Anne then cradled in her arms ; 
 Such youthful beauties in them both appear, 
 
 Tis difficult to separate their charms. 
 In thy Madonna is celestial grace, 
 
 I think I see the throbbing of her heart ; 
 And while the babe partakes of her embrace, 
 
 She holds it fast, that it may not depart.
 
 ItrSCRLLANEOUS POEMS. 8/ 
 
 Here you may learn a tender mother's care, 
 
 Here you may prove a tender mother's sighs; 
 Her hope, her love, her joy, her peace, her fear, 
 
 By turns depicted in those charming eyes. 
 Proceed, protectress of this art divine, 
 
 Unto perfection thou wilt soon ascend ; 
 For taste and perseverance both incline 
 
 To make you nature's best and ablest friend. 
 Unnumber'd beauties in thy piece appear) 
 
 Love in the mother, duty in the child ; 
 The smile of one, the other's anxious tear, 
 
 Maternal love and filial have beguil'd. 
 The robe you give of innocence and truth, 
 
 Is well defin'd upon Madonna's head, 
 The naked charms of her uncover'd youth 
 
 Affect us more with pleasure than with dread. 
 Accept this humble tribute of my muse, 
 
 A tribute as imperfect as my lays ; 
 I know your goodness will my faults excuse, 
 
 As faults are made in my desire to praise ; 
 Accept again what willingly is giv'n, 
 Resume your touch, your saint shall smile in heav'u. 
 
 1824.
 
 EPISTLE 
 
 TO A FRIEND ON THE BIRTH OF A SON 
 
 CAN then my muse restrain its hov'ring wing, 
 
 Or to a friend esteem'd neglect to sing, 
 
 Since wedded love has plac'd within his arms 
 
 A beauteous boy, reflecting all his charms ; 
 
 His manly charms, and yet the mother's grace, 
 
 Is perfected in sweetness in his face; 
 
 Say, say, dear friend, if e'er you felt as now ! 
 
 What sweet delight must in your bosom glow. 
 
 And when the babe was first by you caress'd, 
 
 What grateful sentiments your heart possess'd. 
 
 Quick rose paternal love, paternal care ; 
 
 " Heav'n guard my son, and heav'n protect my heir." 
 
 I see your hopes, I know your anxious fears ; 
 
 This sudden joy will almost move to tears. 
 
 His name shall echo thro' my feeble lays, 
 
 A name deserving of my warmest praise.
 
 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. 89 
 
 And while we mourn one lost, your son is born ; 
 Hail, happy day ; all hail auspicious morn ! 
 Now nature dictates, joy shall gild our brow, 
 The pleasure that we feel removes our woe; 
 'Tis pleasure, but perchance a tender sigh, 
 May 'scape the soul, a tear drop from the eye ; 
 But sighs and tears are now to love well known, 
 And friendship too may call them both her own. 
 That friendship is beyond all doubt sincere, 
 Which gives the smile, yet wont refrain the tear. 
 For life is mix'd with woe, is mix'd with joy, 
 Pleasure and pain by turns our thoughts employ ; 
 A chequer'd scene is life, and wisely too, 
 Alternate colors springing forth to view. 
 To-day is past, to-morrow comes ; 'tis well ; 
 That future destinies no heart can tell. 
 Our knowledge is confin'd by mighty pow'r, 
 We have no gift to pierce the present hour ; 
 We have no strength to drive our fate far hence, 
 Nor can we change the ways of Providence. 
 Yet I will waft my pray'rs to heav'n above, 
 To show'r its blessings on your mutual love ; 
 To smile especially on this dear child, 
 As on yourself before it oft has smil'd j 
 
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 90 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. 
 
 To shield his youth from incidental harms ; 
 
 That pestilence may ne'er attack his charms. 
 
 In mind and body may he still improve, 
 
 And live to know the value of your love. 
 
 And live to feel a mother's tender care, 
 
 And soothe her heart and dry her ev'ry tear. 
 
 May heav'n the partner of your bosom bless, 
 
 And only love each kindred soul possess. 
 
 Farewell, my friend, my hasty lines forgive; 
 
 Be joyful, and in constant peace still live 
 
 To see thy son, a happy father grow, 
 
 When he shall feel the joy, which now you know. 
 
 December, 1823.
 
 SOXG ON THE FIRST OF MAY, AT A RURAL FETE. 
 TUNE, "OLD LANG SYNE," 
 
 WHO can refuse to sing this day, 
 Amidst such beauteous flow'rs ; 
 
 If there's a heart that is not gay, 
 Look yonder to those bow'rs. 
 
 CHORUS. 
 
 Look yonder to those bow'rs, dear friends, 
 Look yonder to those bow'rs ; 
 If there's a heart that is not gay, 
 Look yonder to those bow'rs. 
 
 And tell me what enchantment 's this 
 
 That you will not partake, 
 And why refuse to share that bliss 
 
 Which I would ne'er forsake. 
 
 cho. — Which I would ne'er forsake, dear friends.
 
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 What are dull city's scenes to these, 
 Sweet pleasures of the grove, 
 
 Here we may sigh the heart to ease, 
 And innocently love. 
 
 cho. — And innocently love, dear friends. 
 
 For he who cannot smile on those, 
 Whose ev'ry smile is grace, 
 Shall meet perpetually his foes, 
 In beauty's brightest face. 
 
 cho. — In beauty's brightest face, dear friends. 
 
 1824.
 
 SONNET ON HARMONY. 
 
 WHERE is the breast that harmony wont move, 
 From which seraphic sounds draws not a sigh ; 
 
 Who has a heart, full proof against that love, 
 Which flows divinely down with sympathy ' 
 
 What ! can we find no tender charms in sound, 
 No solace for an aching troubled breast ; 
 
 No healing balm for deep affliction's wound, 
 No grateful comfort, soothing all to rest ? 
 
 What ! shall we say to sound, what need of thee ? 
 
 Because we've pleasure from our taste and sight ; 
 No, let us not arraign the deity, 
 
 Hut rather own, " whatever is, is right." 
 
 But the misanthrope, unnatural elf, 
 
 Blames and protests 'gainst music all he can ;
 
 94 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. 
 
 Alas, poor wretch, he fights against himself, 
 For hater of mankind, cannot be man. 
 
 Ah ! I have heard full many a pleasing song, 
 Full many a tune that now is past belief ; 
 
 And as the melody would float along, 
 
 I wept, and felt the soothing " Joys of Grief.'' 
 
 I sometimes smil'd, then heav'd a burden'd sigh ; 
 
 For I've been taught to call those moments dear, 
 When tracing friendship by sweet harmony, 
 
 My heart has bled, my eye let fall a tear. 
 
 Sweet are those tears, which fleeting mem'ry brings 
 To recollection without mode or art; 
 
 But sweeter far the touch of music's strings, 
 
 When vibrating through friendship's feeling heart. 
 
 April, 1822.
 
 BIRTH DAY ODE. 
 TO A LADY IN THE COUNTRY, 
 
 THERE in the soft retreat where virtue lives, 
 Where friendship pure its gen'rous blessing gives, 
 Where peace, tranquillity, and social love, 
 Reign full of harmony ; the powers above 
 Look down with pleasure, yea, with sweet surprize, 
 On this dear spot, this regain'd paradise. 
 Description cannot paint the lovely scene, 
 Nor can I match it wheresoe'er I've been : 
 Here Pan delighted, here the nymphs attend 
 To charm a host, or please a lonely friend ; 
 And thus sequester'd from the gazing throng, 
 Embow'r'd in shrubs and trees, to which belong 
 The melting strain, the melody of song. 
 Here shelter' d from the very breath of harms, 
 Dwells Mary, fair and young in all her charms :
 
 r jO MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. 
 
 Her eye commanding in the solemn grove ; 
 
 Who sees that eye, must see and learn to love ; 
 
 Majestic glance, by modesty made dear, 
 
 Her condescending smile removes our fear ; 
 
 I will not then refrain on this glad morn, 
 
 This day of happy mem'ry; when was born 
 
 A kind, dear friend ; that title of my theme, 
 
 Creating love and with it great esteem. 
 
 For woman is, of man, the joy and pride ; 
 
 The mother, sister, and the modest bride 
 
 Are names endearing ; they our life and health ; 
 
 Our honour's guide, the guardians of our wealth. 
 
 Their nature's mild, and affable, and gay ; 
 
 With smiles they chase our sorrows far away. 
 
 If grief or pain should waste our youthful eye, 
 
 They quickly catch the soothing sympathy. 
 
 Attend, relieve, are anxious to restore, 
 
 Perform the deeds which love perform'd before ; 
 
 They give to man, their first, their blooming charms, 
 
 In youth they nurse, in age we're in their arms 
 
 If cause of sorrow or affliction dire, 
 
 Arise to damp the energetic fire, 
 
 They always are susceptible of love, 
 
 And still more constant in afflictions prove ;
 
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 Their love, their bliss, and all their social pow'rs, 
 
 They make depend on happiness tliat's ours. 
 
 And if our sighs betoken any fears, 
 
 Their tender hearts dissolve in floods of tears ; 
 
 For kindness, nature has profusely giv'n, 
 
 We call them mortals — guests they are from heav'n, 
 
 To soothe our passions, and with joys invite 
 
 To taste of bliss, to rectify our sight, 
 
 And with our pains their pleasures to unite. 
 
 They cannot speak their love, but only feel 
 
 A pang, tho' killing, they will not reveal. 
 
 But love and grief are seen within their eyes, 
 
 Nor can dear woman stifle all her sighs ; 
 
 Yet she would scorn to give her passion breath ; 
 
 Her love's untold, or softly told in death. 
 
 Much better is it thus for her to fall, 
 
 T" escape the grasp of those I will not call 
 
 Parents, who sell for gold their children's charms, 
 
 And drive by force to the detested arms 
 
 They cannot love ; and at God's altar bind 
 
 The bleeding heart ; the almost frantic mind. 
 
 Is this place spotless, this a house of pray'r ? 
 
 Where mammon, sin, and hell all meet the fair, 
 
 And come to seize her in their curs'd disguise, 
 
 Thai casts a dreadful night o'er parents' eyes, k
 
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 Their sense benumbing, with mock-sacred art 
 
 That joins the hands, while it disjoins the heart. 
 
 O cruel edict in our country's laws ! 
 
 Ye senators, will none avenge her cause ? 
 
 Who thus the victim of a parent's will, 
 
 Must his unfeeling wish too soon fulfil. 
 
 To blast the happiness her Maker gave, 
 
 He makes his child a wife ; that wife, a slave. 
 
 Not thus with Makv, who will never know 
 
 The dreadful misery of such a blow. 
 
 But let me now with all her friends conspire 
 
 To chaunt the praises with the echoing choir ; 
 
 Come, tune my muse, new string my shatter'd lyre. 
 
 Now let the vaulted sky with notes rebound, 
 
 And let the list'ning vale imbibe the sound, 
 
 For where she walks it is enchanted ground. 
 
 The fields, the groves, more sweet where Mary treads, 
 
 The dying lilies rise their drooping heads j 
 
 Her glance revivifies the fading rose, 
 
 New buds arise, new beauties to disclose ; 
 
 These court her smile, adorn her diadem, 
 
 Say rather she adorns in wearing them. 
 
 And when alone she wanders thro' the grove 
 
 In solemn meditation o'er her love,
 
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 If chance a thought should move a rising tear, 
 The earth with gladness drinks a drop so dear ; 
 Or if a sigh pervade the plaintive wood, 
 'Tis such a sigh which all have understood ; 
 Tis sweeter when it floats along the flood : 
 It hrings its pain, it brings its pleasure too, 
 And when in secret it is surely true. 
 She, like the sun, brings summer in her train, 
 Her radiance brightens all upon the plaiu : 
 And tho' her brilliancy may sometimes fail, 
 Her winning softness always will prevail. 
 For when she sings to charm the list'ning flock, 
 Subdu'd to melody, th' obdurate rock 
 Responding sweet, unconscious of its pow'r, 
 Re-echos back to love's enchanted bow'r. 
 The feather'd tribe in all their plumage gay, 
 Start into life, and charm the waning day 
 With their soft-warblings tun'd in am'rous lay. 
 The pow'r of beauty ever must beguile ; 
 \Ve gaze and wonder ; hardly dare to smile. 
 But, dearest girl, what is the present life? 
 'Tis joy and sorrow, whether maid, or wife ; 
 Hope, fear, bliss, pleasure, happiness, or grief, 
 With pains unknown which may have no relief.
 
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 But heav'n forefend such misery your lot ! 
 Fly guardian angels to my Mary's cot; 
 Ye smiling cherubs, hov'ring in the air 
 On wings of innocence, protect the fair : 
 Protect her whom we love with tenderness : 
 Go, heavenly messengers, for us caress, 
 And waft our praises with the breath of day, 
 Be gracious, smiling, affable, and gay : 
 Bedeck yourselves with all the sweets of May, 
 For 'tis a happy morn ; and bless'd shall be 
 All those assembled as her friends to see. 
 O yes ! I wish that I could near her stand, 
 Impart the kiss, or give my grateful hand, 
 To mingle with the love-assembled band : 
 O, could my voice but reach her sacred ear, 
 The pray'rs and praises that are utter'd here 
 Would fill her soul with gladness and with joy, 
 For thanks and blessings should our lives employ. 
 This morn, this happy morn, shall oft return, 
 To grace the day when beauteous Mary 's born, 
 Relations, friends, are eager for the bliss 
 Of wishing health ; and sealing with a kiss : 
 May health and peace, and ev'ry bliss attend ; 
 Be thou, O God, her father, and her friend.
 
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 May she receive her aid, her all, from heav'n, 
 We give to its own care, what it hath giv'n. 
 
 1823. 
 
 K 2
 
 SONG TUNE, "I'LL LOVE THEE EVER DEARLY." 
 
 ON A PUNCH BOWL, HOLDING FOURTEEN GALLONS, MADE 
 OF EARTHEN-WAKE 
 
 THE mighty bowl before us stands, 
 
 We'll drink a freeman's measure ; 
 Hearts, voices, lips in holy bands, 
 
 Shall quaff the glorious treasure ; 
 For who can here refuse to sip 
 
 Tbe sparkling wine that warms 
 The heart, to touch the tender lip, 
 
 Which leads to beauty's charms. 
 
 Avaunt the thought ! and can we dare 
 Forget in this our gladness, 
 
 To drink the health of all the fair, 
 Their health with sober madness, 
 
 For he who feels not beauty crown'd 
 With smiles, or deck'd in sorrow,
 
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 103 
 
 By human kind should be disown'd, 
 Or perish on the morrow. 
 
 Here then I'll pledge it with my soul, 
 
 For sure it is delicious ; 
 The very gods upon our bowl, 
 
 In drinking are officious ; * 
 They strive in vain to get on top, 
 
 Tho' Bacchus strides his barrel ; 
 But now and then a dear spilt drop, 
 
 Prevents their lordships' quarrel. 
 
 Shun not the bowl of earthen stuff, 
 
 Refreshing streams thus giving ; 
 Be scorn'd the man who cries enough, 
 
 While any soul is living ; 
 Our president we will support, 
 
 For he affords us pleasure : 
 The gods themselves would pay their court 
 
 To steal away our treasure. 
 
 But we forbid ! the gods may quaft 
 Their " hallelujah chorus j" 
 
 * It should be remarked, that ihe bowl is ornamented with the 
 heuthcu deities.
 
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 We mortals now have got the laugh 
 Of all the gods before us. 
 
 They furnish beverage to clay, 
 By some mysterious blunder : 
 
 And here we'll drink our cares away, 
 Tho' Jove may send bis thunder. 
 
 His lightning's flash can never fright, 
 
 His thunder is a bubble j 
 He sports in amourous deligbt, 
 
 While here we drown our trouble : 
 Health to the generous and brave ; 
 
 And here we pledge each other ; 
 Come drink confusion to the slave 
 
 Who dares enslave his brother. 
 
 May, 1324.
 
 EPISTLE TO A FRIEND. 
 
 AND what apology dare I pretend 
 
 For writing to ray much-lov'd worthy friend r 
 
 No, none — tho' enemies may fain abuse 
 
 My lines, and scorn to read my rustic muse, 
 
 Yet you, my friend, with kindred passions glow, 
 
 Your sympathy's excited by my woej 
 
 Your joys unfeign'd if my success be crown'd, 
 
 If not, thy friendship never is disown'd. 
 
 When conflicts of domestic kinds arose, 
 
 Or darts malignant fled from ambush'd foes ; 
 
 Thou too wast ready in the gap to stand, 
 
 And save thy friend with tby uplifted hand. 
 
 Thanks to thy love j companion of my youth, 
 
 Thou didst not prompt in vain to virtuous truth ; 
 
 And now that I'm to age maturer grown, 
 
 Take all I can afford, make it thine own.
 
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 Accept my smiles if they can give relief, 
 
 Command my tears when thou art worn with grief ; 
 
 But yet I'd rather that our eyes appear, 
 
 As if not formed to shed one briny tear. 
 
 This wish, perhaps, is quite absurd and vain, 
 
 Mortality is not long free from pain ; 
 
 And tho' we 'scape a few short transient years, 
 
 A youth of gaiety, may end in tears. 
 
 Decrepid age comes on with boding fears, 
 
 Unless the mind has well retain'd that charm 
 
 Which can the monster of bis pow'r disarm. 
 
 But, ah, if thou could'st see this troubled breast, 
 
 And mark a heart by passions dire oppress'd ; 
 
 Sometimes with gaiety I bound along, 
 
 The woods re-echoing to my cheerful song. 
 
 My wandering feet now bear me to the grove, 
 
 Where last I heard the footsteps of my love ; 
 
 Where oft she walk'd behind some shady tree, 
 
 And heav'd a sigh when there she found not me. 
 
 Yet she has innocence and beauty too, 
 
 Her smile does each vain foolish thought subdue ; 
 
 For conscious virtue needs no foreign art, 
 
 Her frown would wound afresh her lover's heart. 
 
 She comes not yet — 'tis misery to feel 
 
 Deep thoughts in silence which one cant reveal.
 
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 The heav'n is all serene, the sky is bright j 
 
 The sun's meridian splendour gives its light, 
 
 Elivens nature with his cheering heat, 
 
 And makes some bosoms feel a joy complete: 
 
 No clouds are visible to blot the day, 
 
 No gath'ring storms their hideous fronts display, 
 
 No thunders loud afFrightning as they roll, 
 
 No vivid lightnings flash from pole to pole ; 
 
 And yet my fair one does not this way roam, 
 
 I fear some unexpected cause keeps her at home ; 
 
 Yet such the sweet delusion of this spot, 
 
 The blessings past will never be forgot. 
 
 She like the flow'r ai'orning nature's glade, 
 
 Must waste her brightest beauties in the shade, 
 
 May live one summer's sun and then must fade. 
 
 O friend belov'd, when to th' enchanting bovver, 
 
 You wander in the cool and fragrant hour, 
 
 Let not your heart susceptible of love, 
 
 E'er stoop to joys that so inconstant prove. 
 
 Hreak from love's bands, and tear your soul away, 
 
 And ne'er be subject to the tyrant's sway. 
 
 January, 1823.
 
 TO A LADY WHO SAID THE AUTHOR HAD NO 
 
 SOUL. 
 
 H4D I the pow'r of some fond fairy's art, 
 
 I then should prove the secrets of your heart ; 
 
 He whom you have accused of want of soul, 
 
 Would wander with you, yes, from pole to pole, 
 
 And like some guardian angel, he would fly, 
 
 And shield from ev'ry harm, invisibly. 
 
 Aided by hope, and with seraphic fire, 
 
 His hand, untaught, would sweep the heav'nly lyre, 
 
 With notes for ever rapt'rous to the ear, 
 
 Inspiring hope, a trophy bright would rear. 
 
 And have I not a soul ? O yes, O yes ; 
 
 I love, and suffer for my tenderness : 
 
 Alas too much I love for ray repose, 
 
 My keener feelings are become my foes. 
 
 No heart ! d'ye say ? O gracious God on high, 
 
 Why hast thou given to mortal minstrelsey,
 
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 That charm which lifts the soul so far above 
 
 The very object that inspires our love. 
 
 My hopes still bloom in one fair woman's eye, 
 
 My heart is open'd by philanthropy : 
 
 And wheresoe'er in this vain world I roam, 
 
 Dear woman still shall find my heart her home. 
 
 April 1825.
 
 TO A LADY WHO FELT AGGRIEVED AT A FEW 
 
 REMARKS THAT WERE MADE 
 
 TO HER. 
 
 WHY should I wish to pain so young a heart, 
 Since I have seen it but in tender mood ? 
 
 Why should my friendship pure, appear an art, 
 To damp your spirit in its solitude. 
 
 heaven forefend that I should cause one sigh, 
 One pang to any I have seen or known. 
 
 1 would not have a tear from beauty's eye, 
 Unless reflected from a tear my own. 
 
 O, no, I would not have the youthful breast, 
 
 Wounded by word or heedless thought of mine, 
 But as a flowret to my bosom press'd, 
 
 Around my heart her virtues should entwine. 
 I would not have her fear a single look, 
 
 Nor yet misconstrue friendship in my eye ; 
 But constant as the gently murmuring brook, 
 
 Respond still sweet to love and melody.
 
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 I wish her gay, and affable, and mild) 
 
 Her heart abounding in perpetual spring, 
 Her fancy as the distant desert, wild, 
 
 Whose charms are floating on the zephyr's wing. 
 I did not mean to call thy troubles o'er 3 
 
 And therefore hope to be by thee forgiven, 
 I would not to thy heart already sore, 
 
 Add one short misery, no, not for heaven. 
 
 May, 1825. 
 
 Rose, Printer, BroailuieaH, Bristol.
 
 ERRATA. 
 
 Page 7, I. 7 from bottom, omit the. 
 
 Page 18, I. 5, rescur'd, read rescued. 
 
 Page 49, I. 5, for she, read her. 
 
 Page 107, I. 7, for affrightning, read affrighting.
 
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