WH 71. LOVE. HERE the golden hand of morn There a maiden, lowly born, Guides her flock along the mountain. Bashful as the fawn, and fleet, She invests the world with beauty, Simple grace and manners sweet Dignify her humble duty. Sudden light has wreathed the earth, Robed the fields and flowers in gladness; New delights too deep for mirth, Gentle griefs too sweet for sadness. Surely 'tis some angel strayed, Not a shepherd's daughter solely, Glimmer o'er the singing water, There I'll woo my mountain girl, 2 73. ODE. WRITTEN AFTER READING SOME MODERN LOVE VERSES. AKE hence this tuneful trifler's lays! TAKE I'll hear no more the unmeaning strain Bring me the muse whose tongue has told Bring these, I like their grief sincere, For oh! love's genuine pains I've borne, And death's dread rage has made me mourn ; And dropt the tear on beauty's tomb. John Scott. I 74. WOMAN'S INCONSTANCY. LOV'D thee once, I'll love no more, Thine be the grief, as is the blame; Nothing could have my love o'erthrown, When new desires had conquer'd thee, Not constancy-to love thee still. Since we are taught no prayers to say Yet do thou glory in thy choice: Sir Robert Ayton. 75. GO, LOVELY ROSE! Go, lovely rose! Tell her that wastes her time and me, That now she knows When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. 3 Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied, In deserts, where no men abide, Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired; Suffer herself to be desired, Then die! That she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee, How small a part of time they share 76. SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY. HE walks in beauty like the night SH Of cloudless climes and starry skies; One shade the more, one ray the less. How A mind at peace with all below, Byron. 1 77. HONOUR AND LOVE. TELL ELL me not, sweet, I am unkind, Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, True, a new mistress now I chase;— And with a stronger faith embrace Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore, I could not love thee dearest, much Lovelace. 78. LURKING LOVE. WH HEN lurking love in ambush lies When, like Sorrow, he seduces; 2 Mrs. Piozzi. 3 79. TO THE MEMORY OF A LADY. HIGH peace to the soul of the dead From the dreams of the world she has gone; On the stars in her glory to tread, To be bright in the blaze of the throne. |