To have no being in whose kindred breast To feel secluded in the world-alone! Love, trust, and life's sweet charities unknown; Cut off from social happiness, and left Of that rich boon invaluably given, Which points to kindred souls the path to heaven! Thus far, dear H., obedient to your will, These lays are penn'd; if small the poet-skill ΤΟ MR. THOMAS PERFECT HARDING. Kind friend and gentle minstrel! wilt thou take It worthier, and so strongly strike the string But it is now, perchance, a worthless token The charm dissolved whose strength seemed formed to last The freezing words of truth: I stand aghast- Where youth, and love, and pleasure chose to dwell As in a beauteous and unfading bower To eye of worldlings imperceptible— Where is this realm of fairy bliss and power? Reality but touched it-and it fell To utter ruin in one hapless hour When change, and death, and falsehood proved to me That ours is not the world of poesy. J. W. D. Count Julian. PERSONS. JULIAN. GUIDO. CONRADE. EVERARD. EVELINA, SCENE I. An Apartment in the Count's Castle. JULIAN alone. ALMIGHTY God! I know no keener pang Profoundest reverence-from many love- [Rises, and goes to the window. And calm my fever'd spirits. "Twill be vain: The night is gloomy, and its gloominess The spirit of the storm rides in yon clouds, And threats ere long to shake the subject earth! |