And fancy, falsehood gilds, for truth.) His head thus turn'd, he nearer drew, And thought yon glist'ning something new; Or pleasure, which was passing gains: He mourns his sad decisive fate. The spider scarcely staid to give REFLECTION. "Tis when the mind is cast in clouds. "Tis then that winged from above, Our painful groans he seems approve THE PAINTER. DIP your pencil in the beam, Dip your pencil in the wave, Where the milder beamlets lave; Join the soft of azure way, With the flow'r of op'ning may; Then to these the dew unite, April blossom spangling bright : Such as it appears above, As in th' soul renew'd by grace. A FRAGMENT. MY thoughts like waking billows roll Along the solemn shore O'er death's dark deep they wander, Calling up shadows past, The spirits of beloved dead Oh come, that I may view you once again, Rise up in vision, and, to my anxious eye, Now pondering past and future, Reveal Ah you come-but not from thence I see you from above Gliding with empyrean spirits down, Beauteous and lovely Where's your funereal robe? Your shroud? your coffin? Dwell they in the grave? And you with Heav'nly spirits now enjoy Extatick pleasure and extatick bliss! -Oh I ask no more There may I meet you→→ |