Aw'd by stern Honour's watchful spies, Absent, the desert walks I view; "Where is his soul," the women cry, "The stupid lump! the lifeless earth!" "Where," say the men, "his brisk reply, His crimson glass, and noisy mirth!" Hast thou not mark'd my burning kiss, My lawless pulse, my bounding heart? How oft when, wild for farther bliss, All trembling from thy arms I start? Ah, spotless Fair! too well I find My passions strong, my reason frail: No! down in shades below we'll rove, Gaz'd at through all the myrtle grove Say, if thou lov'st, did ever youth, That wish'd like me, like me endure; Dost thou not blame this swainish truth, And wish my flame were not so pure? In pity hate me, tempting Fair! What feverish wretch his thirst can bear, Oh! I shall all my vows unsay, If once I gaze-my blood will glow; This virtuous frost will melt away, And Love's wild torment overflow. THE QUESTION. ADAM from Paradise exil'd, His heart with anguish torn, So I, excluded from my Dear, This renders my affliction more, Our crimes, since thus our sufferings suit, More parallel should lie : He tasted the Forbidden Fruit, Alas!-why should not I? ON A KISS: PHILOSOPHERS pretend to tell, But I, who am not half so wise, Think I have seen't in Chloe's eyes; ODE. CY A LADY, ON OBSERVING SOME WHITE HAIRS UTON THE HEAD OF HER HUSBAND. THOU to whose power reluctantly we bend, Foe to life's fairy dreams, relentless Time, Alike the dread of lover and of friend, Why stamp thy seal on manhood's rosy prime? Already twining 'mid my Thyrsis' hair, The snowy wreaths of age, the monuments of care. Through all her forms, though Nature own thy sway, Thyrsis shall view, unmov'd, thy potent reign. Tyrant! when from that lip of crimson glow, Swept by thy chilling wing, the rose shall fly; Then through her stores shall active Memory rove, And still the raptur'd eye of faithful Love Still shall he triumph with resistless pow'r, Still rule the conquer'd heart to life's remotest hour! ADDRESSED TO A LADY KNOWN FROM INFANCY. IN times so long past (though I still anı but young) 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, Oh! come then and give me, dear Maiden, thy charms, Our summer, ere long, will be fled; in these arms DIRECTIONS TO THE PORTER. THOU faithful guardian of these peaceful walls, I'll tell thee who shall enter, who shall wait. If Fortune, blindfold goddess, chance to knock, Shut, shut the door, good John! quick turn the lock; And shield thy master from their syren charms. If sober Wisdom hither deigns to roam, But hope she'll call again another day. If at my door a beauteous Boy be seen, His little feet have oft my threshold trod, You know the offspring of the Cyprian queen, His air-without his bow-bespeaks the god : His gentie smiles admittance ever win ; Though oft deceiv'd, I prize the fond deluder! Morn, noon, and night, be sure you let him in, For Love, dear Love, is never an Intruder. TO HIM WHO SAYS HE LOVES. You tell me, that you truly love; Ah! know you well what love does mean? Does neither whim nor fancy move The rapture of your transient dream? Tell me, when absent, do you think Do you in melancholy sink, And doubt, and fear, you know not why? Do you, when near her, die to say How much you love; you cannot tell? A touch, your nerves with transport swell? Could you for her, fame, wealth despise, |