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Are they shed for that moment of blissful delight.
Which dwells on her memory yet? Do they flow, like the dews of the amorous night,
From the warmth of the sun that has set? Oh! sweet is the tear on that languishing smile,
That smile, which is loveliest then; And if such are the drops that delight can beguile,
Thou shalt weep them again and again !
RONDEAU. “Good night! good night!"-And is it so? And must I from my Rosa go ? O Rosa ! say “Good night!” once more, And I'll repeat it o'er and o'er, Till the first glance of dawning light Shall find us saying still “Good night!" And still “Good night," my Rosa, sayBut whisper still, “A minute stay;" And I will stay, and every minute Shall have an age of rapture in it. We'll kiss and kiss in quick delight, And murmur, while we kiss, “Good night!" “Good night !" you'll murmur with a sigh, And tell me it is time to fly: And I will vow to kiss no more, Yet kiss you closer than before; Till slumber seal our weary sightAnd then, my love! my soul! “Good night!"
Will soon unlearn the lore it knew :
The gem within will tarnish too.
Which sinks not with this chain of clay :
Of withering pain or pale decay.
Dissolves the spirit's mortal ties,
And makes it purer for the skies !
My soul shall leave this orb of men,
Shall be its best of blisses then !
And, as in fabled dreams of old,
Some airy genius, child of time,
And tracked it through its path sublime;
Shalt through thy mortal orbit stray ;
Shall linger round thy wandering way.
And brighten in the solar gem;
Nor envy worlds of suns to them!
To mingle with a mortal frame,
Hide, hide from Heaven the unholy flame!
And when that breath at length is free;
And mingle to eternity!
ANACREONTIC. in lachrymas verterat omne merum.-Tib. lib. i. eleg. 5
Press the grape, and let it pour
'Twill chase that pensive tear; 'Tis not so sweet as woman's lip: But, oh! 'tis more sincere. Like her delusive beam,
'Twill steal away thy mind : But, like Affection's dream,
It leaves no sting behind ! Come, twine the wreath, thy brows to shade ;
These flowers were culled at noon ;Like woman's love the rose will fade,
But, ah ! not half so soon!
For though the flower's decayed,
Its fragrance is not o'er;
The heart can bloom no more !
CHARITY. “Neither do I condemn thee ; go, and sin no more !"
St. John, chap. viü. O WOMAN! if by simple wile
Thy soul has strayed from honour's track, 'Tis mercy only can beguile,
By gentle ways, the wanderer back. The stain that on thy virtue lies,
Washed by thy tears, may yet decay; As clouds that sully morning skies
May all be wept in showers away. Go, go–be innocent, and live
The tongues of men may wound thee sore; But Heaven in pity can forgive,
And bids thee “ go, and sin no more !”
LOVE AND MARRIAGE.
Secundus, eleg, vii.
Still a wayward truant prove :
Where I marry, cannot love.
With the least presuming mind :
Not deceitful, yet refined ;
Gay, but not too lightly free ;
Warm, yet satisfied with me:
All that Heaven to earth allows,
Ever to become her spouse.
Summer garments suit him best :
If we're by compulsion blest.
UN HER ASKING THE AUTHOR WHY SHE HAD SLEEPLESS NIGHTS
I'll ask the sylph who round thee flies,
And in thy breath his pinion dips,
And faints upon thy sighing lips :
That used to shade thy looks of light;
When other suns are sunk in night.
Has never throbbed with guilty sting;
Where Slumber could repose his wing !”
Which glow like roses in the sun,
Except for what her eyes have done !
Does slumber from her eyelids rove?
Perhaps, O sylph ! perhaps 'tis love!”
When Phoebus hastens to his pillow,
Dancing upon the western billow :
Floats wild along the winding shore :
If you have seen all this, and more,
ON HER BIRTH-DAY.
Which to crown my beloved was given,"
Yet the flowers were all gathered in heaven!
And long may this garland be sweet to the eye,
May its verdure for ever be new!
And Pity shall nurse it with dew!
Seducing all, and loving none;
Which every coxcomb thinks his own?
Which, powerless of enjoying any,
By trifling impotent with many)
And through a round of danglers run,
Could never wake to feel for one ?
And I shall calm my jealous breast;
And share your simpers with the rest.
Oh ! if another share that heart,
But mingle mercy with your art.
Than find you to be all divine,
Yet know that heart would not be mine!
Mon âme sur mon lèvre étoit lors tout entière.
Pour savourer le miel qui sur la vôtre étoit;
Tant de ce doux plaisir l'amorce l'arrestoit.-Voit.
To breathe his spirit through a kiss;