Youth's griefs are loud, but are not long ; 'Twas thine her infant mind to mould, I cannot weep, yet I can feel The pangs that rend a parent's breast; But, ah! what sorrowing can unseal } Those eyes, and wake the slumberer's rest! Macdiarmid. LINES ADDRESSED TO A LADY. Written after a Battle. Oh, Lady! breathe no sigh for those, And let no tear be shed, Who rest in battle-field their head, And sleep, amid their country's foes, The slumbers of the dead. Thy pearly tears may stream around And heart forlorn ne'er gave to love And let no tear be shed, Who rest in battle-field their head, And sleep, amid their country's foes, The slumbers of the dead. For, oh! the warrior's fate may A brighter meed, a higher fame: He in the fields of glory fell, claim And thundering cannon rung his knell. For him there is a holier sigh In every wind that passes by; And heaven more precious tears shall shed But oft at morn, and evening dim, The warmest blessings of thy heart! END OF VOLUME SECOND. Anon. Ann Mocheid 1839 THE POETICAL MELANGE. • The enjoyment of poetry demands no laborious intellectual intensity. It is upon the hours of our pleasure she descends,-it is our recreation she exalts. Thus, she makes our relaxations become the most dignified moments of our existence.' IN THREE VOLUMES. VOL. III. Rev. C. Wolfe. EDINBURGH: "PUBLISHED BY GEORGE A. DOUGLAS, 19. CASTLE STREET; AND SOLD BY CHARLES TILT, LONDON; AND W. CURRY JUN. AND COMPANY, DUBLIN. MDCCCXXVIII. AC: 鼎 |