But when the foe returns, High flames the sword in his hand once more: Is then the sound that charms, And brazen notes of war, that stirring trumpets pour;Then comes the Harp, when the combat is overWhen heroes are resting, and Joy is in bloomWhen laurels hang loose from the brow of the lover, And Cupid makes wings of the warrior's plume. Light went the harp when the War-God, reclining, The hero's eye breath'd flame : No other sounds were dear But brazen notes of war, by thousand trumpets sung. DID NOT. 'TWAS a new feeling-something more Than we had dared to own before, Which then we hid not-which then we hid not; We saw it in each other's eye, And wish'd, in every half-breath'd sigh, To speak, but did not-to speak, but did not. She felt my lips' impassioned touch; "Twas the first time I dared so much, And yet she chid not-and yet she chid not; But whisper'd o'er my burning brow, 'Oh! do you doubt I love you now?" Sweet soul! I did not-sweet soul! I did not. Warmly I felt her bosom thrill, I press'd it closer, closer still, Though gently bid not-though gently bid not; Till-oh! the world hath seldom heard Of lovers, who so nearly err'd, And yet who did not-and yet who did not. IMITATION OF CATULLUS. TO HIMSELF. Miser Catulle, desinas ineptire, etc. CEASE the sighing fool to play; Nor vainly think those joys thine own, Such were the hours that once were thine; In what she loved so dear before; Is to be proud and frigid too; Nor follow where the wanton flies, Nor sue the bliss that she denies. A REFLECTION AT SEA. SEE how, beneath the moonbeam's smile, Thus man, the sport of bliss and care, SONG. IF I swear by that eye, you'll allow Those babies that nestle so sly, Should I swear by the dew on your lip, I may kiss off the oath when I choose! Or a sigh may disperse from that flower But clear up that heaven of your brow, ELEGIAC STANZAS, SUPPOSED TO BE WRITTEN BY JULIA ON THE DEATH OF HER BROTHER. THOUGH Sorrow long has worn my heart; Though in my earliest life bereft Though hope deceived, and pleasure left; I still had hopes-for hope will stay So like the star which ushers day, We scarce can think it heralds night! I hoped that, after all its strife, My weary heart at length should rest, That brother's breast was warm with truth, He should have stayed, have lingered here, We saw his youthful soul expand In blooms of genius, nursed by taste; While Science, with a fostering hand, Upon his brow her chaplet placed. We saw his gradual opening mind Enriched by all the graces dear; Enlightened, social, and refined, In friendship firm, in love sincere. Such was the youth we loved so well; Such were the hopes that fate deniedWe loved, but, ah ! we could not tell How deep, how dearly, till he died! Close as the fondest links could strain, Twined with my very heart he grew; And by that fate which breaks the chain, The heart is almost broken too! SONG. SWEETEST love! I'll not forget thee; Yet, oh! yet again we'll meet, love, Yes, my girl, the distant blessing Still I feel my heart is breaking, Calm to peace thy lover's bosom— SONG. COME tell me where the maid is found Oh! tell me where's her sainted home, To catch one sparkle of her eye! And, if her cheek be rosy bright, While truth within her bosom lies, I'll gaze upon her, morn and night, Till my heart leave me through my eyes! Show me on earth a thing so rare, To make one maid sincere and fair, ΤΟ WITH all my soul, then, let us part, We've had some happy hours together, "Tis not that I expect to find A more devoted, fond, and true one, With rosier cheek or sweeter mindEnough for me that she's a new one. |