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Chase from our minds th' infernal foe,
Make us eternal truths receive,
Immortal honour, endless fame,
FASHION, leader of a chatt'ring train, Whom man for his own hurt permits to reign, Who shifts and changes all things but his shape, And would degrade her vot'ry to an ape, The fruitful parent of abuse and wrong, Holds a usurp'd dominion o'er his tongue, There sits and prompts him with his own disgrace, Prescribes the theme, the tone, and the grimace, And when accomplish'd in her wayward school, Calls gentleman whom she has made a fool.
BELIEVE me, if all those endearing young charms, Which gaze on so fondly to-day,
Were to change by to-morrow, and fleet in my arms, Like fairy-gifts, fading away!
Thou would'st still be adored, as this moment thou art,
Let thy loveliness fade as it will,
And, around the dear ruin, each wish of my heart
It is not, while beauty and youth are thine own,
That the fervour and faith of a soul can be known,
As the sun-flower turns to her god when he sets,
A WIFE'S DEFENCE OF HER HUSBAND.
To back his suit. Dishonour'd!-he dishonour'd!
SHE that would raise a noble love, must find
She must be that which she to the world would
For all true love is grounded on esteem:
Plainness and truth gain more a generous heart,
FLATTERY ADDRESSED TO A GREAT POET.
THERE are, who to my person pay their court:
LIKE to the falling of a star:
LIFE AND DEATH.
REFLECT that life and death, affecting sounds,
Not for itself but for a nobler end
Th' Eternal gave it, and that end is virtue.
HYMN FOR THE BLIND.
OH! thou, whose garment is the light,
Thou, at whose word Creation rose,
We waft the music of our hearts
For all the beams thy love imparts
We see thee in thy sacred truth,
We see thy hand direct our youth,
We see thee on our mental eye
Oh! Father, hear our feeble hymn-
TO A LADY.
IN thee alone, my brightest, fairest, best!
My wandering heart seeks refuge like the dove; Bearing the olive branch of peace and love, To find sweet shelter in its ark of rest; My flight has been wide o'er the angry wave, Nor bower nor tree nor mantling wine was there; But, like rich pearls deep in some ocean cave, Were hidden all things beautiful and fair.
me not forth again! though the blue sky Smile o'er the emerald garniture of Earth, Leaves, buds and roses spring once more to birth, And on the air float songs of melody; Still to its resting-place, that dove would fleeAngel of beauty, shall it dwell with thee?
ROMANCE OF CID RAMON.
I REMEMBER thee, Granada!
Cid Ramon spurr'd his good steed fast,
The watchmen fled with fear:
The town was leaguer'd sore,
I remember thee, Granada!
The Emir's powers were round and nigh,
And when Cid Ramon spurr'd his steed,
"But," quoth the Cid," a knight am I,
I remember thee, Granada!