That Hope, which was his inward bliss and boast, Which waned and died, yet ever near him stood, Though changed in nature, wander where he wouldFor Love's despair is but Hope's pining ghost! For this one hope he makes his hourly moan, He wishes and can wish for this alone! Pierced, as with light from Heaven, before its gleams (So the love-stricken visionary deems) Disease would vanish, like a summer shower, THE HAPPY HUSBAND. OFT, oft methinks, the while with Thee I breathe, as from the heart, thy dear A promise and a mystery, A A pledge of more than passing life, puise Of transient joys, that ask no sting And into tenderness soon dying, And O! preserve my father too, An innocent and grateful heart, That after my last sleep I may Awake to thy eternal day! Amen. THE VISIONARY HOPE SAD He fain would frame a prayer within his breast. Would fain entreat for some sweet breath of healing, That his sick body might have ease and rest; He strove in vain! the dull sighs from his chest Some royal prisoner at his conqueror's feast, Though obscure pangs made curses of his dreams, That Hope, which was his inward bliss and boast, Which waned and died, yet ever near him stood, Though changed in nature, wander where he would'For Love's despair is but Hope's pining ghost! For this one hope he makes his hourly moan, He wishes and can wish for this alone! Pierced, as with light from Heaven, before its gleams (So the love-stricken visionary deems) Disease would vanish, like a summer shower, THE HAPPY HUSBAND. OFT, oft methinks, the while with Thee A promise and a mystery, A A pledge of more than passing life, puise of love, that ne'er can sleep! Of transient joys, that ask no sting Wheel out their giddy moment, then A more precipitated vein Of notes, that eddy in the flow RECOLLECTIONS OF LOVE. HOW I. OW warm this woodland wild Recess ! Love surely hath been breathing here: And this sweet bed of heath, my dear! Swells up, then sinks with faint caress, As if to have you yet more near. II. Eight springs have flown since last I lay On seaward Quantock's heathy hills, Where quiet sounds from hidden rills Float here and there, like things astray, And high o'er head the sky-lark shrills. III. No voice as yet had made the air Be music with your name; yet why That asking look? that yearning sigh? That sense of promise everywhere? Beloved! flew your spirit by? IV. As when a mother doth explore V. You stood before me like a thought, A dream remembered in a dream. VI. Has not, since then, Love's prompture deep, ON REVISITING THE SEA-SHORE, AFTER LONG ABSENCE, UNDER STRONG MEDICAL RECOMMENDATION NOT TO BATHE. GOD OD be with thee, gladsome Ocean! How gladly greet I thee once more! Ships, and waves, and ceaseless motion, And men rejoicing on thy shore. Dissuading spake the mild physician, “Those briny waves for thee are death!" But my soul fulfilled her mission, And lo! I breathe untroubled breath! |