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To her lover's throbbing breast-
TO JULIA. --sine me sit nulla Venus.--Sulpicia. Our hearts, my love, were doomed to be The genuine twins of Sympathy:
They live with one sensation : In joy or grief, but most in love, Our heart-strings musically move,
And thrill with like vibration.
When mine no more is moving !
Such sympathy in loving !
In dewy vernal weather-
“Now, love, we feel together !”
From yonder oak the ivy sever;
Yet now the oak is fresh as ever. Not so the widowed ivy shines :
Torn from its dear and only stay, In drooping widowhood it pines,
And scatters all its blooms away! Thus, Julia, did our hearts entwine,
Till Fate disturbed their tender ties: Thus gay indifference blooms in thine,
While mine, deserted, droops and dies! ON THE DEATH OF A LADY. Sweet spirit ! if thy airy sleep
Nor sees my tears, nor hears my sighs, Oh! I will weep, in luxury weep,
Till the last heart's-drop fills mine eyes.
And mingles in our misery;
Thou shalt not hear one sigh from me!
But sullen clouds the day deform: Thou wert, indeed, that morning beam,
And death, alas! that sullen storm. Thou wert not formed for living here,
For thou wert kindred with the sky; Yet, yet we held thee all so dear
We thought thou wert not formed to die!
WRITTEN IN THE BLANK LEAF
OF A LADY'S COMMON-PLACE BOOK.
And puts his little bark to sea,
Consigns his simple heart to thee.
And sadly may the bark be tost;
And then the wretched heart is lost !
At a meeting of rapture like this,
Have been paid by a moment of bliss?
For though the flower's decayed,
Its fragrance is not o'er ;
The heart can bloom no more !
CHARITY. “Neither do I condemn thee ; go, and sin no more !"
St. John, chap. viii. O WOMAN! if by simple wile
Thy soul has strayed from honour's track, 'Tis mercy only can beguile,
By gentle ways, the wanderer back. The stain that on thy virtue lies,
Washed by thy tears, may yet decay ; As clouds that sully morning skies
May all be wept in showers away. Go, go-be innocent, and live
The tongues of men may wound thee sore; But Heaven in pity can forgive,
And bids thee "go, and sin no more !”
LOVE AND MARRIAGE.
Secundus, eleg. vü
Still a wayward truant prove :
Where I marry, cannot love.
With the least presuming mind :
Not deceitful, yet refined ;
Gay, but not too lightly free;
Warm, yet satisfied with me:
All that Heaven to earth allows,
Ever to become her spouse.
Summer garments suit him best •
If we're by compulsion blesta
I'll ask the sylph who round thee flies,
And in thy breath his pinion dips,
And faints upon thy sighing lips :
That used to shade thy looks of light;
When other suns are sunk in night.
Has never throbbed with guilty sting;
Where Slumber could repose his wing!"
Which glow like roses in the sun,
Except for what her eyes have done !
Does slumber from her eyelids rove?
Perhaps, O sylph ! perhaps 'tis love ! ”
ON HER BIRTH-DAY.
Which to crown my beloved was given,
Yet the flowers were all gathered in heaven!
Of follies scribbled o'er and o'er,
And chilly was the midnight gloom,
Sweet maid ! it was her Lindor's tomb!
Congealed it as it flowed away:
At morn it glittered in the ray!
Who saw this bright, this frozen gem
And hung it on her diadem !
TO JULIA, WEEPING.
If real woe disturbs your peace,
And I will bid your weeping cease.