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And lately had he learn'd with truth to deem
Full from the fount of Joy's delicious springs !
Pleasure's pall’d victim! life-abhorring gloom
LXXXIV. Still he beheld, nor mingled with the throng; But view'd them not with misanthropic hate : Fain would he now have join'd the dance, the song ; But who may smile that sinks beneath his fate? Nought that he saw his sadness could abate : Yet once he struggled 'gainst the demon's sway, And as in Beauty's bower he pensive sate,
Pour’d forth this unpremeditated lay, To charms as fair as those that soothed his happier day.
“ Medio de fonte leporum Surgit amari aliquid quod in ipsis floribus angat." -Luc. " Full from the heart of Joy's delicious springs
Some bitter bubbles up, and e'en on roses stings." – MS.)
1. Nay, smile not at my sullen brow;
Alas! I cannot smile again : Yet Heaven avert that ever thou
Shouldst weep, and haply weep in vain.
2. And dost thou ask what secret woe
I bear, corroding joy and youth ? And wilt thou vainly seek to know
A pang, ev'n thou must fail to soothe ?
3. It is not love, it is not hate,
Nor low Ambition's honours lost, That bids me loathe my present state,
And fly from all I prized the most :
4. Jt is that weariness which springs
From all I meet, or hear, or see : To me no pleasure Beauty brings;
Thine eyes have scarce a charm for me.
5. It is that settled, ceaseless gloom
The fabled Hebrew wanderer bore; That will not look beyond the tomb,
But cannot hope for rest before.
To zones though more and more remote,
The blight of life — the demon Thought. 2
And taste of all that I forsake;
And ne'er, at least like me, awake!
With many a retrospection curst;
Whate'er betides, I've known the worst.
In pity from the search forbear :
Man's heart, and view the Hell that's there, 3
• What exile from himself can flee?
To other zones, howe'er remote,
The blight of life — the demon Thought." - MS.]
Of northern climes and British ladies;
Like me, the lovely girl of Cadiz.
LXXXV. Adieu, fair Cadiz! yea, a long adieu ! Who may forget how well thy walls have stood ? When all were changing thou alone wert true, First to be free and last to be subdued : And if amidst a scene,
shock so rude,
Although her eye be not of blue,
Nor fair her locks, like English lasses,
The fire, that through those silken lashes
From eyes that cannot hide their flashes:
In lengthen'd flow her raven tresses,
And frigid even in possession;
Their lips are slow at Love's confession:
For love ordain'd the Spanish maid is,
Nor joys to see a lover tremble,
Alike she knows not to dissemble.
Howe'er it beats, it beats sincerely;
Ne'er taunts you with a mock denial,
Her passion in the hour of trial.
Some native blood was seen thy streets to die;
Here all were noble, save Nobility ;
Back to the struggle, baffled in the strife,
When thronging foemen menace Spain,
She dares the deed and shares the danger ;
She mingles in the gay Bolero,
Of Christian knight or Moorish hero,
Beneath the twinkling rays of Hesper,
Because her bosom is not colder :
Where many a soft and melting maid is,
May match the dark-eyed Girl of Cadiz. Alluding to the conduct and death of Solano, the governor of Cadiz, in May, 1809.
2“ War to the knife.” Palafox's answer to the French general