LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP OPPOSITE. HER attachment may differ from yours in degree, But Friendship how tender so ever it be Love, that meets not with Love, its true nature revealing, Grows ashamed of itself, and demurs : If you cannot lift hers up to your state of feeling, You must lower down your state to hers. NOT AT HOME. THAT Jealousy may rule a mind Where Love could never be I know; but ne'er expect to find She has a strange cast in her ee, Ask for her and she'll be denied : - What then? they only mean TO A LADY, OFFENDED BY A SPORTIVE OBSERVATION THAT NAY, dearest Anna! why so grave? For what you are, you cannot have : I 'Tis I that have one since I first had you ! HAVE heard of reasons manifold Why Love must needs be blind, But this the best of all I hold His eyes are in his mind. What outward form and feature are He seeth with the heart. LINES SUGGESTED BY THE LAST WORDS OF BERENGARIUS. OB. ANNO DOM. 1088.* No more 'twixt conscience staggering and the Pope Soon shall I now before my God appear, * Literary Souvenir, 1827. By him to be acquitted, as I hope; REFLECTION ON THE ABOVE. Lynx amid moles! had I stood by thy bed, All are not strong alike through storms to steer death And dungeon torture made thy hand and breath Inconstant to the truth within thy heart? That truth, from which, through fear, thou twice didst start, Fear haply told thee, was a learned strife, Or not so vital as to claim thy life : And myriads had reach'd Heaven, who never knew Where lay the difference 'twixt the false and true! Ye, who secure 'mid trophies not your own, Prostrate alike when prince and peasant fell, Like the weak worm that gems the starless night, And was it strange if he withdrew the ray The ascending day-star with a bolder eye SANCTI DOMINICI PALLIUM; A DIALOGUE BETWEEN POET AND FRIEND, FOUND WRITTEN ON THE BLANK LEAF AT THE BEGINNING OF BUTLER'S BOOK OF THE CHURCH. I POET. NOTE the moods and feelings men betray, And heed them more than aught they do or say ; The lingering ghosts of many a secret deed Still-born or haply strangled in its birth; These best reveal the smooth man's inward creed! These mark the spot where lies the treasure Worth ! made up of impudence and trick, With cloven tongue prepared to hiss and lick, Absolves anew the Pope-wrought perfidy, FRIEND. Enough of! we're agreed, Who now defends would then have done the deed. POET (aside). (Rome's smooth go-between !) FRIEND. Laments the advice that sour'd a milky queen— (For "bloody" all enlighten'd men confess An antiquated error of the press :) Who rapt by zeal beyond her sex's bounds, With actual cautery staunch'd the Church's wounds! Yet blames them both-and thinks the Pope might err ! What think you now? Boots it with spear and shield Against such gentle foes to take the field Whose beckoning hands the mild Caduceus wield ? |