Ungenerous man, be first to shun thee; ANACREONTIC. in lachrymas verterat omne merum. TIB. lib. i. eleg. 5. PRESS the grape, and let it pour Around the board its purple shower; And, while the drops my goblet steep, I'll think in woe the clusters weep. Weep on, weep on, my pouting vine! TO. WHEN I loved you, I can't but allow I had many an exquisite minute; But the scorn that I feel for you now Hath even more luxury in it. Thus, whether we 're on or we 're off, TO JULIA. IN ALLUSION TO SOME ILLIBERAL CRIT- WHY, let the stingless critic chide 1 This alludes to a curious gem, upon which Claudian has left us some very elaborate epigrams. It was a drop of pure water enclosed within a piece of crystal. See Claudian. Epigram. de crystallo cui aqua inerat." Addison mentions a curiosity of this kind at Milan; and adds, "It is such a rarity as this that I saw at Vendôme in France, which they there pretend is a tear that our Saviour shed over Lazarus, and was gathered up by an angel, who put it into a little crystal vial, and made a present of it to Mary Magdalen. -ADDISON'S "Remarks on several Parts of Italy." Which mantles o'er the pedant fool, TO JULIA. But shall I still go seek within those arms A joy in which affection takes no part? No, no, farewell! you give me but your charms, When I had fondly thought you gave your heart. THE SHRINE. TO ...... My fates had destined me to rove I now have reached THE SHRINE at last! TO A LADY, WITH SOME MANUSCRIPT POEMS. ON LEAVING THE COUNTRY. Mock me no more with Love's beguiling WHEN, casting many a look behind, dream, A dream, I find, illusory as sweet: One smile of friendship, nay, of cold esteem, Far dearer were than passion's bland deceit ! I've heard you oft eternal truth declare; Your heart was only mine, I once believed. Ah! shall I say that all your vows were air? And must I say, my hopes were all deceived? Vow, then, no longer that our souls are twined, That all our joys are felt with mutual zeal; Julia! 't is pity, pity makes you kind; You know I love, and you would seem to feel. I leave the friends I cherish here Perchance some other friends to find, But surely finding none so dear Haply the little simple page, Which votive thus I 've traced for thee, May now and then a look engage, And steal one moment's thought for me. But, oh! in pity let not those Whose hearts are not of gentle mould, Let not the eye that seldom flows With feeling's tear, my song behold. For, trust me, they who never melt With pity, never melt with love; And such will frown at all I 've felt, And all my loving lays reprove. But if, perhaps, some gentler mind, Which rather loves to praise than blame, ΤΟ SWEET lady, look not thus again: Oh! while this heart bewildered took Yes, I did love her wildly love — She was her sex's best deceiver ! And oft she swore she'd never rove And I was destined to believe her! Then, lady, do not wear the smile Again could steal my heart away. For, when those spells that charmed my mind, On lips so pure as thine I see, NATURE'S LABELS. A FRAGMENT. IN vain we fondly strive to trace And many a sage and learned skull Since then, though art do all it can, The inward woman, from without, Like labels upon physic-bottles; And where all men might read -- but stay |