By zephyrs wav'd, why does thy loose hair sweep
In simple curls around thy polish'd brow?
The wretch that loves thee now too soon shall weep
Thy faithless beauty and thy broken vow.

Though soft the beams of thy delusive eyes

As the smooth surface of th' untroubled stream; Yet, ah! too soon th' extatic vision fliesFlies like the fairy paintings of a dream.

Unhappy youth, oh, shun the warm embrace,
Nor trust too much affection's flattering smile;
Dark poison lurks beneath that charming face,

Those melting eyes but languish to beguile.

Thank heaven, I've broke the sweet but galling chain, Worse than the horrors of the stormy main !

Plain in thy neatness? Oh, how oft shall he
On faith and changed gods complain, and seas
Rough with black winds and storms

Unwonted shall admire !

Who now enjoys thee credulous, all gold,
Who always vacant always amiable

Hopes thee, of flattering gales

Unmindful. Hapless they

To whom thou untried seem'st fair. Me in my vow'd
Picture the sacred wall declares t' have hung

My dank and dropping weeds

To the stern god of sea.

ELEGY

ON MR. WILLIAM SMITH.*

ASCEND, my muse, on sorrow's sable plume,
Let the soft number meet the swelling sigh;

With Laureated chaplets deck the tomb,

The bloodstain'd tomb where Smith and comfort lie.

I loved him with a brother's ardent love,

Beyond the love which tenderest brothers bear; Though savage kindred bosoms cannot move, Friendship shall deck his urn and pay the tear.

Despised, an alien to thy father's breast,
Thy ready services repaid with hate;

By brother, father, sisters, all distrest,

They push'd thee on to death, they urged thy fate.

Ye callous-breasted brutes in human form,
Have you not often boldly wish'd him dead?
He's gone, ere yet his fire of man was warm,

O may his crying blood be on your head!

Happily mistaken, having since heard, from good authority, it is Peter.-CHATTERTON.

THE HAPPY PAIR.

STREPHON.

LUCY, since the knot was tied,
Which confirm'd thee Strephon's bride,

All is pleasure, all is joy,

Married love can never cloy;

Learn, ye rovers, learn from this,

Marriage is the road to bliss.

LUCY.

Whilst thy kindness ev'ry hour
Gathers pleasure with its power,

Love and tenderness in thee

Must be happiness to me.

Learn, ye rovers, learn from this,

Marriage is substantial bliss.

BOTH.

Godlike Hymen, ever reign,
Ruler of the happy train,
Lift thy flaming torch above
All the flights of wanton love;
Peaceful, solid, blest, serene,
Triumph in the married scene.

STREPHON.

Blest with thee, the sultry day
Flies on wings of down away,
Lab'ring o'er the yellow plain,
Open to the sun and rain;
All my painful labours fly,
When I think my Lucy's nigh.

LUCY.

O my Strephon, could my heart
Happiness to thee impart,

Joy should sing away the hour,
Love should ev'ry pleasure shower:
Search my faithful breast, and see,
I am blest in loving thee.

BOTH.

Godlike Hymen, ever reign,
Ruler of the happy train,
Lift thy flaming torch above
All the flights of wanton love;
Peaceful, solid, blest, serene,
Triumph in the married scene.

Bacchus, ever mirth and joy, Laughing, wanton, happy boy! Here advance thy clustered crown, Send thy purple blessings down; With the Nine to please conspire, Wreathe the ivy round the lyre.