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But see him now for pardon sue!
See, how his eye of glossy blue
Ah! lovely boy, thy fears dismiss,
Convinced by that forgiving kiss, That I can never part from Julia and from thee.
M. G. LEWIS.
TO MISS SARAH FOWLER. WHEN first Aurora's gorgeous car
Springs from night's dreary vault released, And beauty's consecrated star
Retires behind the blushing east,
To animate the exulting earth
It gives the fruits of genius birth,
By the dim taper's sickly ray, Sunk in the rust of Greece and Rome
Does Genius point the doubtful way,
Or by the tedious rules of art
Unseen and unattain's depart.
The myrtle's fragrant branches twine. Beneath the Pleasures' nimble feet
Upstarts the new born columbine. VOL. III.
Methinks I see the jocund band
Their artless symphony inspire;
And wake the sympathetic lyre.
The rose's aromatic bloom
Adorns their wild fantastic grove, And o'er the violet's perfume
Angelic forms delighted rove; Fair Sappho in Elysian bowers Beguiles the gently stealing hours,
And soothes entranced Despair to rest; Her strains so feelingly express The force of elegant distress,
Implanted in a female breast.
Careless tripping o'er the green
The sprightly Deshoulieres appears With winning air and brow serene,
Unclouded by the frown of years ; Around the Nymph in graceful state A thousand smiling Cupids wait,
And each performs his destined part; Some give the cheeks a livelier glow, Some tune the lyre, some twang the bow,
To pierce the most obdurate heart.
The plaintive Rowe, whose warbling breath
Dispersed the melancholy gloom Which at her dear Alexis' death
O’erhung the sickening vales of Frome, To the soft Cyprian lute recites The fears, the hopes, the fond delights,
The tender blandishments of love, Their mutual happiness completing, Where Innocence and Pleasure meeting
Have fix'd them in the realms above. Beside them Cytherea stands
In Virtue's snowy garb array'd,
Severed by Death's remorseless blade:
In which their mortal ashes lie,
The pledge of immortality.
Whene'er I wake the Teian string,
To' unlock Castalia's vaunted spring : The palms of Genius thinly spread Where cypress glooms o'erarch the dead
Let others glean :-My raptured ear Has caught the soul-enchanting strains That on Salopia's happy plains
The bright Sabrina joys to hear : She, blameless Nymph, whose piteous doom
Poetic annalists relate, Immersed in Severn's watery tomb
By Guendoline's remorseless hate, O'er the smooth current still presides, And bids the spring flowers on its sides
Diversify the broider'd green, Where to the spheres' aerial sound The light Fays trip their antic round,
By meditating shepherds seen.
If worn Tradition's specious tales,
In Fiction's gaudy mantle dress’d, Were wont to celebrate her vales
With Nature's bounteous treasures bless'd; Fame hiding more than half her blaze Reserved to crown these later days
Her greatest her most envied pride, That while her banks thy numbers grace, The Goddess sees thy fairer face
Reflected in her glassy tide, Ask we on what terrestrial plain
The Graces condescend to dwell,
So aptly strikest the chorded shell?
Euphrosyne derived her birth,
ON A SERMON AGAINST GLORY.
So conciliate Reason's choice,
If to spurn at noble praise
Than Timoleon's arms acquire,
THE MAN OF TASTE.
HENCE! phantom! weak and vain,
Nursed by Conceit and Scorn!
Go! Hoyden, as thou art
Changed, evermore to change!
The shifting vane to catch,