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Therefore, farewell, old Granta's spires:
No more thy theme my muse inspires:
ON A DISTANT VIEW OF THE VILLAGE AND SCHOOL OF HARROW-ON-THE-HILL.
"O! mihi præteritos referat si Jupiter annos."—VIRGIL.
YE scenes of my childhood, whose loved recollection
Of comrades, in friendship and mischief allied;
Again I revisit the hills where we sported,
The streams where we swam, and the fields where we fought; The school, where, loud warn'd by the bell, we resorted,
To pore o'er the precepts by pedagogues taught.
Again I behold where for hours I have ponder'd,
I once more view the room, with spectators surrounded,
Or, as Lear, I pour'd forth the deep imprecation,
By my daughters, of kingdom and reason deprived; Till, fired by loud plaudits and self-adulation,
I regarded myself as a Garrick revived.
Ye dreams of my boyhood, how much I regret you!
To Ida full oft inay remembrance restore me,
While fate shall the shades of the future unroll! Since darkness o'ershadows the prospect before me, More dear is the beam of the past to my soul.
But if, through the course of the years which await me,
• A natemporary of Garrick. famous for his performance of Zangs
On! did those eyes, instead of fire,
With bright but mild.ffection shine, Though they might kindle less desire,
Love more than mortal would be thin
For thou art form'd so heavenly fair,
Howe'er those orbs may wildly beam, We must admire, but still despair;
That fatal glance forbids esteem.
When Nature stamp'd thy beauteous birth,
The skies might claim thee for their own;
Therefore, to guard her dearest work,
Lest angels might dispute the prize, She bade a secret lightning lurk
Within those once celestial eyes.
These might the boldest sylph appal,
When gleaming with meridian blaze; Thy beauty must enrapture all;
But who can dare thine ardent gaze!
"Tis said that Berenice's hair
In stars adorns the vault of heaven; But they would ne'er permit thee there,Thou wouldst so far outshine the seven.
For did those eyes as planets roll,
Thy sister-lights would scarce appear: E'en suns, which systems now control,
Would twinkle dimly through their sphere.*
WOMAN! experience might have told me,
O memory! thou choicest blessing,
When hope is fled, and passion 's over..
Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
Having some business, do entreat her eyes
To twinkle in their spheres till they return."--SHAKSPEALE
Woman, that fair and foud deceiver,
TO M. S. G.
WHEN I dream that you love me, you'll surely forgive;
For in visions alone your affection can live,-
Then, Morpheus! envelop my faculties fast,
Should the dream of to-night but resemble the last,
They tell us that slumber, the sister of death,
To fate how I long to resign my frail breath,
Ah! frown not, sweet lady, unbend your soft brow,
If I sin in my dream, I atone for it now,
Thus doom'd but to gaze upon bliss.
Though in visions, sweet lady, perhaps you may smile,
ON RECEIVING HER PICTURE.
THIS faint resemblance of thy charms,
This line is almost a uteral translation from a Spanish proverb.
Here I can trace the locks of gold
Here I can trace-ah, no! that eye,
And bid him from the task retire.
Here I behold its beauteous hue;
But where's the beam so sweetly straying, Which gave a lustre to its blue,
Like Luna o'er the ocean playing?
Sweet copy far more dear to me,
Lifeless, unfeeling as thou art, Than all the living forms could be,
Save her who placed thee next my heart.
She placed it, sad, with needless fear,
Lest time might shake my wavering soul, Unconscious that her image there
Held every sense in fast control.
Through hours, through years, through time, 'twill cheer; My hope, in gloomy moments raise;
In life's last conflict 'twill appear,
LESBIA! since far from you I've ranged,
Our souls with fond affection glow not;
I'd tell you why, but yet I know not.
Or told my love, with hope grown bolder.
Two years have lingering past away, love!
"Tis I that am alone to blame,
I, that am guilty of love's treason;
1 do not, love! suspect your truth,
With jealous doubt my bosom heaves not;
One trace of dark deceit it leaves not.
No, no, my flame was not pretended;
No more we meet in yonder bowers;
Have found monotony in loving.
Your cheek's soft bloom is unimpair'd,
New beauties still are daily bright'ning,
The forge of love's resistless lightning.
Arm'd thus to make their bosoms bleed,
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 AUTEO WHILE DISCHARGING HIS PISTOLS IN A GARDEN.
DOUBTLESS, Sweet girl! the hissing lead,
Surely some envious demon's force,
Vex'd to behold such beauty here,
Diverted from its first career.
Yes! in that nearly fatal hou
The ball obey'd some hell-born guide;
Yet, as perchance one trembling tear
Say, what dire penance can atone
For such an outrage done to thee?
What punishment wilt thou decree?
This word is used by Gray, in his poem to the Fatal Sister
Hurtles through the darken'd air."