INCONSTANCY. AND do I then wonder that Julia deceives me, Oh, woman! your heart is a pitiful treasure; And Mahomet's doctrine was not too severe, When he thought you were only materials of pleasure, And reason and thinking were out of your sphere. By your heart, when the fond sighing lover can win it, He thinks that an age of anxiety 's paid; But, oh! while he 's blest, let him die on the minuteIf he live but a day, he 'll be surely betray'd. IMITATION OF CATULLUS. ' TO HIMSELF. Miser Catulle, desinas ineptire, etc. CEASE the sighing fool to play; Nor vainly think those joys thine own, Is to be proud and frigid too; Nor follow where the wanton flies, Nor sue the bliss that she denies. False maid! he bids farewell to thee, To love, and all love's misery. Oh! none.-And he who loved before Can never, never love thee more! EPIGRAM.1 YOUR mother says, my little Venus, TO JULIA. THOUGH Fate, my girl, may bid us part, Our souls it cannot, shall not, sever; The heart will seek its kindred heart, 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 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! SONG. SWEET seducer! blandly smiling; Why that little wanton blushing, Glancing eye, and bosom flushing! Flushing warm, and wily glancingAll is lovely, all entrancing! Turn away those lips of blisses- Oh! be less, be less enchanting; I believe this epigram is originally French.-E. NATURE'S LABELS. A FRAGMENT. In vain we fondly strive to trace In vain we dwell on lines and crosses, And many a sage and learned skull Has peep'd through windows dark and dull! There we might read of all-But stay- The argument most apt and ample LABEL FIRST. Within this vase there lies enshrined Now, sirs, imagine, if you 're able, LABEL SECOND. When I composed the fustian brain TO MRS M SWEET lady! look not thus again: Oh! while this heart delirious took Sweet poison from her thrilling eye, Thus would she pout, and lisp, and look, And I would hear, and gaze, and sigh! Yes, I did love her-madly love She was the sweetest, best deceiver! And oft she swore she 'd never rove! And I was destined to believe her! Then, lady, do not wear the smile Again might steal my heart away. And when the spell that stole my mind I fear the heart which she resign'd SONG. WHY, the world are all thinking about it; And, as for myself, I can swear, If I fancied that heaven were without it, I'd scarce feel a wish to go there. If Mahomet would but receive me, But why should I think of a trip As my own little heaven of love? Oh, Phillis! that kiss may be sweeter TO JULIA. Mock me no more with love's beguiling dream, I've heard you oft eternal truth declare; 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! 't is 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. IMPROMPTU. Look in my eyes, my blushing fair! Thus in our looks some propagation lies, For we make babies in each other's eyes! TO ROSA. Does the harp of Rosa slumber? To her lover's throbbing breast- SULPICIA SYMPATHY. TO JULIA. -sine me sit nulla Venus. OUR hearts, my love, were doom'd 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. How often have I heard thee say, Were worse to thee than feeling none: And, oh! how often in those eyes, TO JULIA. I SAW the peasant's hand unkind From yonder oak the ivy sever; They seem'd in very being twined; Yet now the oak is fresh as ever. Not so the widow'd 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 disturb'd their tender ties: Thus gay indifference blooms in thine, While mine, deserted, droops and dies! Think that thou givest thy dearest kiss, * Oh! why should Platonic control, love, Enchain an emotion so free? If you think, by this coolness and scorning, 245 ΤΟ CAN I again that form caress, Or on that lip in rapture twine? No, no! the lip that all may press Shall never more be press'd by mine. Can I again that look recal Which once could make me die for thee? No, no! the eye that burns on all Shall never more be prized by me! WRITTEN IN THE BLANK LEAF OF A LADY'S HERE is one leaf reserved for me, SONG. AWAY with this pouting and sadness! Sweet girl! will you never give o'er? I love you, by Heaven! to madness, And what can I swear to you more? Believe not the old woman's fable, That oaths are as short as a kiss; I'll love you as long as I'm able, And swear for no longer than this. Then waste not the time with professions; That happen 'twixt woman and man.— If swearing, however, will do it, Come, bring me the calendar, pray- That e'er danced on the point of a needle,' Or rode on a beam of the sun! I believe Mr Little alluded here to a famous question among the early schoolmen: flow many thousand angels could dance upon the point of a very fine needle, without jostling one another ? If he could have been thinking of the schools while he was writing this song, we cannot say canit indoctum.. AN ARGUMENT. TO ANY PHILLIS OR CHLOE. I've oft been told by learned friars, That wishing and the crime are one, And Heaven punishes desires As much as if the deed were done. If wishing damns us, you and I Are damn'd to all our heart's content; Come then, at least we may enjoy Some pleasure for our punishment! TO ROSA. WRITTEN DURING ILLNESS. THE wisest soul, by anguish torn, But love's an essence of the soul, Which sinks not with this chain of clayWhich throbs beyond the chill control Of withering pain or pale decay. And surely when the touch of death Dissolves the spirit's mortal ties, Love still attends the soaring breath, And makes it purer for the skies! Oh, Rosa! when, to seek its sphere, My soul shall leave this orb of men, That love it found so blissful here Shall be its best of blisses then! And, as in fabled dreams of old, Some airy genius, child of time, Presided o'er each star that roll'd, And track'd it through its path sublime; So thou, fair planet, not unled, Shalt through thy mortal orbit stray; Let other spirits range the sky, And brighten in the solar gem; I'll bask beneath that lucid eye, Nor envy worlds of suns to them! And oh! if airy shapes may steal To mingle with a mortal frame, Then, then, my love!-but drop the veil! Hide, hide from Heaven the unholy flame. No!-when that heart shall cease to beat, And when that breath at length is free; ANACREONTIQUE. •—in lacrymas verterat omne merum. Tia. lib. i, eleg. 5, PRESS the grape, and let it pour Around the board its purple shower; And while the drops my goblet steep, I'll think-in woe the clusters weep. Weep on, weep on, my pouting vine! ANACREONTIQUE. FRIEND of my soul! this goblet sip, 'T will steal away thy mind; It leaves no sting behind! Come, twine the wreath, thy brows to shade; Like woman's love the rose will fade, For, though the flower 's decay'd, But once when love 's betray'd, The heart can bloom no more! . Neither do I condemn thee! go, and sin no more!ST JOHN, chap. viii. On, woman, if by simple wile Thy soul has stray'd from honour's track, 'T is mercy only can beguile, By gentle ways, the wanderer back. The stain that on thy virtue lies, Wash'd 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. Eque brevi verbo ferre perenne malum.-SECUNDUS, eleg, vii. STILL the question I must parry, Still a wayward truant prove: Were she fairest of creation, Wise enough, but never rigid; Gay, but not too lightly free; Chaste as snow, and yet not frigid; Warm, yet satisfied with me: Were she all this, ten times over, All that Heaven to earth allows, I should be too much her lover Ever to become her spouse. |