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And I have known the slanderer's tongue
My fame with vile dishonour taint, Yet on my lips no curses hung,
Tho' mournful, mild was my complaint. And I was forced by cruel power
To leave the scenes I held most dear : O! 'twas indeed a trying hour!
Yet all my language was--A TEAR.
And I have known the youth I lov'd
Retract the vows he swore to me, Behold my pallid cheek unmoved,
And smiling boast that he was free! Yet I was calm-and (hour of dread !)
I saw him woo a maid more dearBut I was mute, I only shed
No-no!--I could not shed A TEAR!
Ah ! full was then my cup of grief
Friends, fortune, lover, fame, all lost
you chide me from
O spare me-spare me, Phoebus ! if indeed
What a joy,
In the gift shirt Deianeira sent,
Were it midnight, I should walk
Not a cloud nor breeze O you most heathen Deities ! if ever My bones reach home (for, for the flesh upon them That hath resolved itself into a dew), I shall have learnt owl-wisdom. Most vile Phæbus, Set me a Persian sun-idolater Upon this turnpike road, and I'll convert him With no inquisitorial argument But thy own fires. Now woe be to me wretch, That I was in a heretic country born! Else might some mass for the poor
souls that bleach, And burn away the calx of their offences In that great Purgatory crucible, Help me. O Jupiter! my poor complexion ! I am made a copper-Indian of already, And if no kindly cloud will parasol me, My very cellular membrane will be changed I shall be negrofied.
A brook! a brook! Oh what a sweet cool sound!
nectar! It runs like life thro' every strengthen'd limbNymph of the stream, now take a grateful prayer.
To a YOUNG LADY,
On her first Appearance
Written in the Spring, 1799.
Why need I say, Ophelia dear!
A lovely convalescent :-
And fev'rish heat incessant!
The breezy air, the sun, the sky,
Their vernal loves commencing,
With their sweet influencing.