Accept, my charming Maid, the strain Which you alone inspire; To thee the dying strings complain, That quiver on my lyre. O! give this bleeding bosom ease, That knows no joys but thee: Teach me thy happy heart to please, Or deign to love like me! IMPERISHABLE LOVE. "GODS! shall a sordid son of earth The absent day-the broken dream - Howe'er the wind of fortune blows, My God! the pangs of nature past, Will e'er a kind remembrance last Of pleasures sadly sweet? Can love assume a calmer name? Ah! should that first of finer forms Require, through life's impending storms, A sympathy of soul; The lov'd MARIA of the mind Will send me, on the wings of wind, To Indus or the Pole!" FAIR MARIA. MARIA, come! Now let us rove; We'll hear the warblings of the wood; Fair as the lily of the vale, That gives it's bosom to the gale, And opens in the sun! And sweeter than thy favourite dove, Announcing to the choirs of love Now, now thy Spring of life appears; And May of beauty crown'd': And brighter days in better skies Elysium blooms around! Now is the morning of thy day: "Tis Nature's voice-'O! pull the rose, What youth, high-favour'd of the skies, Whose conscious eyes shall meet with thine? Not happier the primeval Pair, When all was fair to God's own eye; TO SLEEP. IN vain I court, till dawning light, Restless from side to side I turn; Arise, ye musings of the morn! Oh, Sleep! though banish'd from these eyes, In visions fair to DELIA rise; And o'er a dearer form diffuse Thy healing balm, thy lenient dews. Blest be her night, as infant's rest Remove the terrors of the night, Lead her aloft to blooming bowers, And golden skies, and glittering streams, Venus! present a lover near; Ilis woes, who, lonely and forlorn, Counts the slow clock from night till morn. Ah! let no portion of my pain, Save just a tender trace, remain; And wake with Daphnis in her mind. TO NANCY. O NANCY, Wilt thou go with me, O Nancy! when thou'rt far away, Wilt thou not cast a wish behind? Extremes of hardship learn to bear, O Nancy can'st thou love so true, Wilt thou assume the nurse's care; And when, at last, thy love shall die, And cheer with smiles the bed of death? LOVE AND BEAUTY. WHERE the loveliest expression to features is join'd, By Nature's most delicate pencil design'd; Where blushes unbidden, and smiles without art, Speak the softness and feeling that dwell in the heart; Where in manners, enchanting, no bleinish we trace, But the soul keeps the promise we had from the face; |