For ever fatal, yet for ever dear; My bursting heart, and close my eyes in death; That, here my urn may rest, When to its mansion flies my vital breath. This pleasing hope will smooth My anxious mind, and sooth The pangs of that inevitable hour; My spirit will not grieve Her mortal veil to leave In these calm shades, and this enchanting bower. Haply, the guilty maid Through yon accustom'd glade To sad tomb will take her lonely way; my Where first her beauty's light O'erpower'd my dazzled sight, When love on this fair border bade me stray: Beneath an aged tree, Her true, but hapless, lover's lowly bier; Too late, her tender sighs Shall melt the pitying skies, And her soft veil shall hide the gushing tear. O! well remember'd day, When on yon bank she lay, Meek in her pride, and in her rigour mild; Falling in fragrant showers, Shone on her neck, and on her bosom smiled : Some on her mantle hung, Some in her locks were strung, Like orient gems in rings of flaming gold; Descending, call'd aloud, 'Here Love and Youth the reins of empire hold.' I view'd the heavenly maid; And, rapt in wonder, said The groves of Eden gave this angel birth ;' That might all Heaven beguile, The star-bespangled skies Were open'd to my eyes; scene?' Sighing I said, 'Whence rose this glittering Since that auspicious hour, This bank, and odorous bower, My morning couch and evening haunt have been. Well mayst thou blush, my song, To leave the rural throng, And fly thus artless to my Laura's ear; But, were thy poet's fire Ardent as his desire, Thou wert a song that Heaven might stoop to hear. How sweet the gale of morning breathes! Sweet news of my delight he brings; News, that the rose will soon approach the tuneful bird of night, he brings. false tales, contrived in spite, he brings. THE MUSE RECALLED. An Ove. ON THE NUPTIALS OF LORD VISCOUNT ALTHORP, NOW EARL SPENSER, AND MISS LAVINIA BINGHAM, ELDEST DAUGHTER OF CHARLES, LORD LUCAN. MARCH 6, 1781. RETURN, celestial Muse! By whose bright fingers o'er my infant head, Chorded with sunny rays of temper'd fire, My voice is tuneless, and my harp unstrung. Haste! the well wrought basket' bring, Daughters fair of early spring, Laughing sweet with sapphire eyes, Or with Iris' mingled dyes: Miss Louisa Bingham, and Miss Frances Molesworth her cousin, decked a basket with ribands and flowers to hold the nuptial presents. K Then around the basket go, Names of more than mortal power, Names that from her shadiest bower First, I with living gems enchase Two names of unresisted power, Behold, in radiant characters I write : For they, who all thy nymphal train outshine, Duncannon', heavenly Muse, and Devonshire invite. 2 Lady Henrietta Spencer, second daughter of John Earl Spenser, and wife of Lord Viscount Duncannon, eldest son of the Earl of Besborough. |