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FLED is that feafon of delight,
In which my heart from morn 'till night
Its fimple story joy'd to tell;
you approv'd, and—all was well.
Breathe (not unheard) the hope-mix'd fear
Such was my happy lot of yore;
Such lot, alas! is mine no more.
To love, and in
Now all is chang'd; if at your feet
With dull cold smile you bid me rife;
While anger flashes from your eyes.
Those eyes once Love and
With fofter radiance could inspire:
Mild luftre once their orbs could dart ;
Now all is chang'd-except my heart!
ON LEAVING A FAVOURITE RESIDENCE.
farewell! And with thee too adieu,
Joys left as foon as tafted! They are gone, Even like some pleasant dream by hasty dawn Scar'd from the lover's pillow: Fast they flew,
And long will they be abfent. I meanwhile
The lonely hour. But me whate'er betide,
Through fmiling 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 shades 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 PHŒBUS and his train inspire,
Delighted me, Ah! Time of bliss, return
With healing on thy wings!-In vain I cry : Deftin'd in hopeless mifery to mourn,
In vain I roam beneath another sky;
And 'mid new scenes the fugitive explore :
WRITTEN AT MATLOCK.
as through thy cliff-fprung woods I rove (Still pausing, while I muse 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
-But 'tis the season's wreck: Not unforeseen,
Scarce had my May begun her foft career,
IN times fo long paft (though I still 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;
My heart :-Could I offer thee more ?
Even now, when the fever of youth is gone by,
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 fhield thee, my Fair One, from winter's alarms:
Oh! listen to love, while 'tis spring.