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No, no, my flame was not pretended;
For, oh! I loved you most sincerely;
My bosom still esteems you dearly.
Absence has made me prone to roving;
Have found monotony in loving.
New beauties still are daily bright’ning,
The forge of love's resistless lightning.
Many will throng to sigh like me, love!
Fonder, alas ! they ne'er can be, love !
LINES ADDRESSED TO A YOUNG LADY,
WHO HAD BEEN ALARMED BY A BULLET FIRED BY THE AUTHOR
WHILE DISCHARGING HIS PISTOLS IN A GARDEN.
DOUBTLESS, sweet girl! the hissing lead,
Wafting destruction o'er thy charms,
Has fill'd that breast with fond alarms.
Vex'd to behold such beauty here,
Diverted from its first career.
The ball obey'd some hell-born guide ;
In pity turn'd the death aside.
Upon that thrilling bosom fell;
Extracted from its glistening cell :
For such an outrage done to thee?
What punishment wilt thou decree?
This word is used by Gray, in his poem to the Fatal Sisters
Iron sleet of arrowy shower
Might I perform the judge's part,
The sentence I should scarce deplore ;
Which but belong'd to thee before.
Is to become no longer free;
Thou shalt be all in all to me.
Such expiation of my guilt :
Let it be death, or what thou wilt.
Nought shall thy dread decree prevent;
Let it be ought but banishment.
LOVE'S LAST ADIEU.
'Αεί, δ' αεί με φεύγει.-ANACREON. THE roses of love glad the garden of life,
Though nurtured ’mid weeds dropping pestilent dew,
Or prunes them for ever, in love's last adieu.
In vain do we vow for an age to be true;
Or death disunite us in love's last adieu !
Will whisper, “Our meeting we yet may renew :".
Nor taste we the poison of love's last adieu !
Love twined round their childhood his flowers as they grew; They flourish awhile in the season of truth,
Till chill’d by the winter of love's last adieu ! Sweet lady! why thus doth a tear steal its way
Down a cheek which outrivals thy bosom in hue ? Yet why do I ask ?-to distraction a prey,
Thy reason has perish'd with love's last adieu !
From cities to caves of the forest he flew :
The mountains reverberate love's last adieu !
Now hate rules a heart which in love's easy chains
Once passion's tumultuous blandishments knew,
He ponders in frenzy on love's last adieu !
His pleasures are scarce, yet his troubles are few,
And dreads not the anguish of love's last adieu !
No more with love's former devotion we sue :
The shroud of affection is love's last adieu !
Astrea declares that some penance is due ;
The atonement is ample in love's last adieu !
Must myrtle and cypress alternately strew : His myrtle, an emblem of purest delight;
His cypress the garland of love's last adieu !
DAMÆTAS. In law an infant, and in years a boy, * In mind a slave to every vicious joy ; From every sense of shame and virtue wean'd; In lies an adept, in deceit a fiend; Versed in hypocrisy, while yet, a child ; Fickle as wind, of inclinations wild ; Woman his dupe, his heedless friend a tool ; Old in the world, though scarcely broke from school ; Damætas ran through all the maze of sin, And found the goal when others just begin : Even still conflicting passions shake his soul, And bid him drain the dregs of pleasure's bowl ; But, palld with vice, he breaks his former chain, And what was once his bliss appears his bane.
Love's a stranger to thy breast; . In law, every person is an infant who has not attained the age of twenty.one.
He in dimpling smiles appears, Or mourns in sweetly timid tears, Or bends the languid eyelid down, But shuns the cold forbidding frown. Then resume thy former fire, Some will love, and all admire ; While that icy aspect chills us, Nought but cool indifference thrills us. Wouldst thou wandering hearts beguile, Smile at least, or seem to smile. Eyes like thine were never meant To hide their orbs in dark restraint; Spite of all thou fain wouldst say, Still in truant beams they play. Thy lips—but here my modest muse Her impulse chaste must needs refuse : She blushes, curt’sies, frowns-in short she Dreads lest the subject should transport me; And flying off in search of reason, Brings prudence back in proper season ; All I shall therefore say (whate'er I think, is neither here nor there) Is, that such lips, of looks endearing, Were form’d for better things than sneering : Of smoothing compliments divested, Advice at least's disinterested ; Such is my artless song to thee, From all the flow of flattery free; Counsel like mine is like a brother's, My heart is given to some others; That is to say, unskill'd to cozen, It shares itself among a dozen. Marion, adieu ! oh, prythee slight not This warning, though it may delight not; And, lest my precepts be displeasing To those who think remonstrance teasing, At once I'll tell thee our opinion Concerning woman's soft dominion: Howe'er.we gaze with admiration On eyes of blue or lips carnation, Howe'er the flowing
locks attract us, Howe'er those beauties
TO A LADY,
WHO PRESENTED TO THE AUTHOR A LOCK OF HAIR BRAIDED
WITH HIS OWN, AND APPOINTED A NIGHT IN DECEMBER TO MEET HIM IN THE GARDEN.
THESE locks, which fondly thus entwine,
• In the above little piece, the author has been accused by some candid readers of introducing the naine of a lady from whom he was some hundred miles distant at the time this was written; and poor Juliet, who has slept so long in " the tomb of all the Capulets," has been converted, with a trifling alteration of her name, into an English damsel, walking in a garden of their own creation, during the nionth of December, in a village where the author never passed a winter. Such has been the candour of some ingenious critics. We would advise these liberal commentators on taste and arbiters of decorum to rend Shakspeare.