POEMS. WRITTEN IN AN ALBUM. I. As o'er the cold sepulchral stone II. And when by thee that name is read, Reflect on me as on the dead, And think my heart is buried here. September 14th, 1809. TO *** OH Lady! when I left the shore, Where panting Nature droops the head, 1 On thee, in whom at once conspire All charms which heedless hearts can move, Whom but to see is to admire, And, oh! forgive the word to love. Thou lovely wand'rer, and be less? The Turkish tyrants now enclose; And though I bid thee now farewell, When I behold that wond'rous scene, Since where thou art I may not dwell, 'T will sooth to be, where thou hast been. September, 1809. STANZAS WRITTEN IN PASSING THE AMBRACIAN GULF. NOVEMBER 14, 1809. I. THROUGH cloudless skies, in silvery sheen, II. And now upon the scene I look, The azure grave of many a Roman; Where stern Ambition once forsook His wavering crown to follow woman. III. Florence! whom I will love as well (Since Orpheus sang his spouse from hell) IV. Sweet Florence! those were pleasant times, V. Though Fate forbids such things to be, But would not lose thee for a world. STANZAS COMPOSED OCTOBER 11TH, 1809, DURING THE NIGHT, IN A THUNDER-STORM, WHEN THE GUIDES HAD LOST THE ROAD TO ZITZA, NEAR THE RANGE OF MOUNTAINS FORMERLY CALLED PINDUS, IN ALBANIA. I. CHILL and mirk is the nightly blast, And angry clouds are pouring fast II. Our guides are gone, our hope is lost, And lightnings, as they play, But show where rocks our path have crost, III. Is yon a cot I saw, though low? When lightning broke the gloom How welcome were its shade ! — ah, no! |