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Fly, perjured girl !—but whither fly?
Our souls it cannot, shall not sever;
And cling to it as close as ever. But must we, must we part indeed ?
Is all our dream of rapture over? And does not Julia's bosom bleed
To leave so dear, so fond a lover ? Does she too mourn ?—Perhaps she may;
Perhaps she weeps our blisses fleeting: But why is Julia's eye so gay,
If Julia's heart like mine is beating? I oft have loved the brilliant glow
Of rapture in her blue eye streamingBut can the bosom bleed with woe,
While joy is in the glances beaming? No, no !-Yet, love, I will not chide,
Although your heart were fond of roving : Nor that, nor all the world beside,
Could keep your faithful boy from loving. You'll soon be distant from his eye,
And, with you, all that's worth possessing. Oh! then it will be sweet to die,
When life has lost its only blessing!
A FRAGMENT. IN vain we fondly strive to trace The soul's reflection in the face; In vain we dwell on lines and crosses, Crooked mouth, or short proboscis ; Boobies have looked as wise and bright As Plato or the Stagirite: And many a sage and learned skull Has peeped through windows dark and dull!
Since then, though art do all it can,
LABEL FIRST, Within this vase there lies enshrined The purest, brightest gem of mind ! Though Feeling's hand may sometimes throw Upon its charms the shade of woe, The lustre of the gem, when veiled, Shall be but mellowed, not concealed.
Now, sirs, imagine, if you're able,
TO MRS. M--
Those little pouting smiles recall
Who was my love, my life, my all!
Oh! while this heart delirious took
Sweet poison from her thrilling eye,
And I would hear, and gaze, and sigh !
She was the sweetest, best deceiver !
And I was destined to believe her!
Of her whose smile could thus betray.
Again might steal my heart away.
Will err again, and fly to thee!
A dream, I find, illusory as sweet :
Is dearer far than passion's bland deceit !
Your heart was only mine, I once believed. Ah! shall I say that all your vows were air !
And must I say, my hopes were all deceived ? Vow, then, no longer that our souls are twined,
That all our joys are felt with mutual zeal : Julia ! 'tis pity, pity makes you kind;
You know I love, and you would seem to feel. But shall I still go revel in those arms
On bliss in which affection takes no part? No, no! farewell! you give me but your charms,
When I had fondly thought you gave your heart !
To her lover's throbbing breast-
TO JULIA. - sine me sit nulla Venus.-Sulpicia. Our hearts, my love, were doomed to be The genuine twins of Sympathy:
They live with one sensation : In joy or grief, but most in love, Our heart-strings musically move,
And thrill with like vibration.
When mine no more is moving !
Such sympathy in loving !
In dewy vernal weather-
“Now, love, we feel together!”
From yonder oak the ivy sever;
Yet now the oak is fresh as ever. Not so the widowed ivy shines :
Torn from its dear and only stay, In drooping widowhood it pines,
And scatters all its blooms away! Thus, Julia, did our hearts entwine,
Till Fate disturbed their tender ties: Thus gay indifference blooms in thine,
While mine, deserted, droops and dies.
ON THE DEATH OF A LADY. Sweet spirit ! if thy airy sleep
Nor sees my tears, nor hears my sighs, Oh! I will weep, in luxury weep,
Till the last heart's-drop fills mine eyes.
And mingles in our misery;
Thou shalt not hear one sigh from me!
But sullen clouds the day deform:
And death, alas! that sullen storm.
For thou wert kindred with the sky;
We thought thou wert not formed to die !
WRITTEN IN THE BLANK LEAF
OF A LADY'S COMMON-PLACE BOOK.
And puts his little bark to sea,
Consigns his simple heart to thee.
And sadly may the bark be tost ;
And then the wretched heart is lost !
At a meeting of rapture like this,
Have been paid by a moment of bliss?