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To dream of joy and wake to sorrow
What must they feel whom no false vision, But truest, tenderest passion warm'd? Sincere, but swift in sad transition;
As if a dream alone had charm'd? Ah! sure such grief is fancy's scheming, And all thy change can be but dreaming!
ON BEING ASKED WHAT WAS THE "ORIGIN OF LOVE."
THE "Origin of Love!"-Ah, why
And shouldst thou seek his end to know: My heart forebodes, my fears foresee,
He'll linger long in silent woe;
But live-until I cease to be.
["REMEMBER HIM," &c.]
REMEMBER him, whom passion's power
When neither fell, though both were loved.
That yielding breast, that melting eye,
Oh! let me feel that all I lost
But saved thee all that conscience fears; And blush for every pang it cost
spare the vain remorse of years.
Yet think of this when many a tongue, Whose busy accents whisper blame, Would do the heart that loved thee wrong, And brand a nearly blighted name.
Think that, whate'er to others, thou
Even now, in midnight solitude.
Oh, God! that we had met in time,
Our hearts as fond, thy hand more free; When thou hadst loved without a crime, And I been less unworthy thee !
Far may thy days, as heretofore,
This heart, alas! perverted long,
Then to the things whose bliss or woe,
Thy youth, thy charms, thy tenderness,
Oh! pardon that imploring tear,
Though long and mournful must it be,
The thought that we no more may meet;
Yet I deserve the stern decree,
And almost deem the sentence sweet.
Still, had I loved thee less, my heart
As if its guilt had made thee mine.
ON LORD THURLOW'S POEMS. (1) WHEN Thurlow this damn'd nonsense sent, (I hope I am not violent)
Nor men nor gods knew what he meant.
And since not ev'n our Rogers' praise
To me, divine Apollo, grant-0!
And thus to furnish decent lining,
(1) [See Moore's Notices, antè, Vol. II. p. 198. —E]
TO LORD THURLOW.
"I lay my branch of laurel down,
Let every other bring his own."
Lord Thurlow's lines to Mr. Rogers.
"I lay my branch of laurel down."
Does Rogers want it most, or thou?
"Then thus to form Apollo's crown."
Enquire amongst your fellow-lodgers,
"Let every other bring his own."
When coals to Newcastle are carried,
And thou shalt have plenty to spare.