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Thanks for that lesson, it will prove
To after old men, this,
From any youthful Miss;
And never sigh for bliss
The wooing and the vanity
Of winning charming wife, That species of insanity
To thee, the breath of life !-
A sort of dizzy strife
Thy home is now so desolate,
Thy house so gloomy grown, I wonder thou canst stand a fate
So dark as thou hast known;
Or dread of death alone?
He who of old would rend the oak
A sad example stands
And caught him by the hands.
Caught in your silken bands-
But thou must be devour'd by shame.
Prometheus, who stole heav'nly fire,
As thou wouldst fain have done, Chain'd to a rock by heaven's great sire,
Could not his sentence shun-
And justly art undone-
He who disclosed what passed above,
The heathen gods among,
Into some river flung-
But could not reach his tongue-
When she of Lesbos could not urge
Young Phaon to her arms,
And drown'd all love's alarms.
Which love at once disarms ? 'Twould better far despair become, Than sitting thus alone, humdrum.
But thou !—from thy reluctant heart
All hope of her is wrung,
Nor by grapevine be swung,
To see thee so unstrung--
And earth hath lent her joys to him
Who thus can be cast down,
His ev'ry care to drown-
And yet that hideous frown! Oh! sharper than a serpent's tooth Is thine ingratitude-old youth !
Thy silly deeds are writ above,
Writ with a pen of light;
And fall-thou hapless wight!--
To shame us by his sightBut thou hast sunk in such deep gloom That all seem grinning at thy doom.
Weigh'd in the scales, a jester's clay
Is vile as other forms,
It's eaten up by worms;
His mettle to display-
And she, thy sweetly blooming flower,
That most transcendent maid !
In all her charms array'd ?-
As ever yet hath bray'd ?
Then sit thou in thy sullen hall,
And gaze upon the floor,
Or saunter to the door
Ảnd o'er the letters pore-
Thou small Napoleon! in thy trance
What thoughts thy bosom rule ?
But one-"I've been a fool” -
And thus at last get cool-
Make room for my ebon car,
I curtain the Moon and the Star :
To follow the hurricane's sweep,
Then down to the fathomless deep.
The lightning, it gleams, but I swallow its beams
My kingdom it cannot control,
And terror I strike to the soul ;
I darken my scowl with the wind's loud howl,
When God to the shipwreck'd speaks, And his thunderings drown, as the ship goes down,
Their wild and unearthly shrieks.
'Tis I who conceal the murderous steel,
The assassin's remorseless blow,
He beck’neth his sleepless foe :
Each sound I invest with dread,
Can waken the ghastly dead.
When the world I've hush'd with a face deep flush'd,
Some youth to his mistress hies,
From her home and her friends she flies;
Is marr'd by a cold disdain,
While her tears run down like rain.
When the merciless Jew, his Redeemer slew,
And the veil of the Temple was rent,
As I blacken'd the firmament;
Where the just and the sainted had lain;
Walk'd forth ’mongst the living again.
In the sulphurous flake of hell's dim lake,
I am "visible" ?midst the glare;
In the regions of dark despair;
* A dungeon, horrible on all sides round As one great furnace flamed, yet from those flames No light.--Milton.