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Why, let the stingless critic chide
My fates had destined mo to rovo
TO A LADY, WITH SOME MANUSCRIPT POEMS,
ON LEAVING THE COUNTRY.
When, casting many a look behind,
I leave the friends I cherish herePerchance some other friends to find,
But surely finding none so dear
Haply the little simple page,
Which votive thus I've traced for thee, May now and then a look engage,
And steal one moment's thought for me
A dream, I find, illusory as sweet:
Far dearer were than passion's bland deceit!
But, oh! in pity let not those
Whose hearts are not of gentle mould, Let not the eye that seldom flows With feeling's tear, my song
But must we, must we part indeed?
Is all our dream of rapture over? And does not Julia's bosom bleed
To leave so dear, so fond a lover?
Does she too mourn ?—Perhaps she may ;
Perhaps she mourns our bliss so fleeting. But why is Julia's eye so gay,
If Julia's heart like mine is beating?
I oft have loved that sunny glow
Of gladness in her blue eye glearningBut can the bosom bleed with wo,
While joy is in the glances beaming ?
In vain we fondly strive to trace
many a sage and learned skull
No, no S-Yet, love, I will not chide;
Although your heart were fond of roving, Nor that, nor all the world beside
Could keep your faithful boy from loving.
You'll soon be distant from his eye,
And, with you, all that's worth possessing. Oh! then it will be sweet to die,
When life has lost its only blessing !
The learned Prue took a pert young thing,
To divert her virgin Muse with, And pluck sometimes a quill from his wing,
To indite her billet-doux with.
Her only eye, if you'd ask it;
Come buy my Loves, &c. &c.
The wreath you wove, the wreath you wove
Is fair—but oh, how fair,
One leaf to mingle there!
If every rose with gold were tied,
Did gems for dewdrops fall, One faded leaf where Love had sigh'd Were sweetly worth them all.
But one was left, when Susan came,
One worth them all together;
He smiled, and pruned his feather.
Her looks, her sighs betray'd it; But kisses were not enough for him, I ask'd a heart, and she paid it!
Good-by, my Loves,
Good-by, my Loves, 'Twould make you smile to've seen us
First trade for this
Sweet child of bliss,
The wreath you wove, the wreath you wovo
Our emblem well may be ;
THE SALE OF LOVES.
I DREAMT that, in the Paphian groves,
My nest by moonlight laying,
Among the rose-beds playing.
While some were full in feather;
Come buy my Loves,
Come buy my Loves,
They're new and bright,
The cost is light,
The world had just begun to steal
Each tope that led mo lightly on; I felt not, as I used to feel,
And life grew dark and love was gone.
No eye to mingle sorrow's tear,
No lip to mingle pleasure's breath, No circling arms to draw mo near
'Twas gloomy, and I wish'd for death
First Cloris came, with looks sedato,
Their coin on her lips was ready; “I buy," quo h she,“
Love by weight, * Full
grown, if you please, and steady." “Let mine be light,” said Fanny,“ pray
"Such lasting toys undo one ; "A light little Love that will last to-day, “To-morrow I'll sport a new one."
Come bay my Loves,
But when I saw that gentle eye,
Oh! something seem'd to tell me then, That I was yet too young to die,
And hope and bliss might bloom again.
With every gentle smile that cross'd
Your kindling cheek, you lighted home Some feeling, which my heart had lost,
And peace, which far had learn'd to roam.
There's some will keep,
Some light and cheap, At from ten to twenty kisses.
'Twas then indeed so sweet to live,
Hope look'd so new and Love so kind, That, though I mourn, I yet forgive
The ruin they have left behind.