Those babies that nestle so sly Such thousands of arrows have got, That an oath, on the glance of an eye Such as yours, may be off in a shot. Should I swear by the dew on your lip, Though each moment the treasure renews, If my constancy wishes to trip, I may kiss off the oath when I choose. Or a sigh may disperse from that flow'r But clear up the heav'n of your brow, Nor fancy my faith is a feather; On my heart I will pledge you my vow, And they both must be broken together! Still, my belov'd! still keep in mind, And though ungenial ties have bound No, no! that heart is only mine By ties all other ties above, For I have wed it at a shrine Where we have had no priest but Love. SONG. WHEN Time, who steals our years away, And half our joys renew. Then, Julia, when thy beauty's flow'r When thou alone wert fair. Our joys shall always last; For Hope shall brighten days to come, Come, Chloe, fill the genial bowl, I drink to Love and thee: Thou never canst decay in soul, That sorrow leaves behind. For Hope shall brighten days to come, And Mem'ry gild the past. But mark, at thought of future years They mingle with my bowl. Our loving life shall fleet; Though tears may sometimes mingle there, The draught will still be sweet. Then fill the cup-away with gloom! Our joys shall always last; For Hope will brighten days to come, SONG. HAVE you not seen the timid tear, Steal trembling from mine eye? Have you not mark'd the flush of fear, Or caught the murmur'd sigh? And can you think my love is chill, Nor fix'd on you alone? And can you rend, by doubting still, A heart so much your own? To you my soul's affections move, Devoutly, warmly true; If still my truth you'll try ; REUBEN AND ROSE. A TALE OF ROMANCE. THE darkness that hung upon Willumberg's walls Had long been remember'd with awe and dismay; For years not a sunbeam had play'd in its halls, And it seem'd as shut out from the regions of day. Though the valleys were brighten'd by many a beam, Yet none could the woods of that castle illume; And the lightning, which flash'd on the neighbouring stream, Flew back, as if fearing to enter the gloom! "Oh! when shall this horrible darkness disperse !" Said Willumberg's lord to the Seer of the Cave;"It can never dispel," said the wizard of verse, Till the bright star of chivalry sinks in the wave!" And who was the bright star of chivalry then ? Who could be but Reuben, the flow'r of the age? For Reuben was first in the combat of men, That hero could smile at the terrors of death, How strangely the order of destiny falls ! - There sorrow and terror lay gloomy and blank : Two days did she wander, and all the long night, In quest of her love, on the wide river's bank. Oft, oft did she pause for the toll of the bell, And saw but the foam of the white billow there. And often as midnight its veil would undraw, As she look'd at the light of the moon in the stream, She thought 'twas his helmet of silver she saw, As the curl of the surge glitter'd high in the beam. Though Youth had scarce written his name on And now the third night was begemming the sky; Is not thy mind a gentle mind? We love in woman's mind and face? No, no, be happy-dry that tear- ΤΟ THAT Wrinkle, when first I espied it ANACREONTIC. -in lachrymas verterat omne merum. PRESS the grape, and let it pour Weep on, weep on, my pouting vine! 1 This alludes to a curious gem, upon which Claudian has as this that I saw at Vendôme in France, which they there left us some very elaborate epigrams. It was a drop of pure pretend is a tear that our Saviour shed over Lazarus, and was water enclosed within a piece of crystal. See Claudian. Epi-gathered up by an angel, who put it into a little crystal vial, gram. "de Crystallo cui aqua inerat." Addison mentions a and made a present of it to Mary Magdalen."- Addison's curiosity of this kind at Milan; and adds, "It is such a rarity Remarks on several Parts of Italy. IN ALLUSION TO SOME ILLIBERAL CRITICISMS. WHY, let the stingless critic chide "He was, indeed, a tender soul No critic law, no chill control, Should ever freeze, by timid art, That, hov'ring like a snow-wing'd dove, TO JULIA. Mock me no more with Love's beguiling dream, THE SHRINE. ΤΟ ...... My fates had destin'd me to rove I now have reach'd THE SHRINE at last! NATURE'S LABELS. A FRAGMENT. In vain we fondly strive to trace And many a sage and learned skull And where all men might read- but stay The argument most apt and ample For common use is the example. |