TRANSLATED. FLED is that feason of delight, In which my heart from morn 'till night Its fimple story joy'd to tell ; And you approv'd, and—all was well. To love, and in offer'd ear your Breathe (not unheard) the hope-mix'd fear Such was my happy lot of yore; Such lot, alas! is mine no more. Now all is chang'd; if at your feet My tender paffion I repeat, With dull cold smile you bid me rise; ON LEAVING A FAVOURITE RESIDENCE. farewell! And with thee too adieu, Joys left as foon as tasted! They are gone, Even like fome pleasant dream by hafty dawn Scar'd from the lover's pillow: Faft they flew, And long will they be absent. I meanwhile (Sooth'd by the memory of the white-arm'd maid, With whom among thy moonlight scenes I ftray'd) With melancholy minstrelfy beguile The lonely hour. But me whate'er betide, Whether on life's tempeftuous ocean toft Hopeless I view the ftill-retiring coast, Or my frail bark propitious Tritons guide DOMINA Through smiling feas-on Her may profperous fate, With its long train of changeless raptures, wait! ON THE SAME SUBJECT. GROVES, that of late I lov'd so well, adieu! Dear to my foul, accept its parting figh: Yet oft fhall Memory your loft fhades review, There was a time when through your bowers to rove, And with untutor'd fingers touch the lyre; My breast unvifited of other love, Than fuch as PH BUS and his train inspire, Delighted me, Ah! Time of bliss, return With healing on thy wings!-In vain I cry: Destin'd in hopeless mifery to mourn, In vain I roam beneath another sky; And 'mid new scenes the fugitive explore : WRITTEN AT MATLOCK. MATLOCK, as through thy cliff-fprung woods I rove (Still paufing, while I mufe on Youth's brief day: How faft his fhadowy raptures fleet away; How oft his heart, that seat of faithful love, Is doom'd to love in vain) my anguish'd mind Thy foliage, scatter'd by the wild Northwind, -But 'tis the feason's wreck: Not unforeseen, Scarce had my May begun her foft career, SONG. IN times fo long paft (though I ftill am but young) That I scarcely their transports can trace, Enraptur'd I caught the soft lifp of thy tongue; And totter'd-for then I but totter'd-along, To clasp thee in childish embrace. As we grew up together, each day I beheld, Thy yesterday's beauties by new ones excell'd; Even now, when the fever of youth is gone by, Delighted I dwell on thy foul-beaming eye; And, heaving perhaps ftill too ardent a figh, Survey thee with chaften'd defire. Oh! come then and give me, dear Maiden, thy charms; For life is alas! on the wing: Our fummer ere long will be fled; in these arms Let me shield thee, my Fair One, from winter's alarms: Oh! liften to love, while 'tis fpring. |