FROM THE SAME. BATHED in the fresh'ning dew of night Roses blush a softer light; So blush thy lips from many a kiss Snatch'd in a long, long night of bliss, Blush, and steal a tint more bright From thy skin of snowy white: Thus violets shed a purer blue Held in some hand of lily hue ; Pale may they turn ! as deadly pale As I should turn to know thee frail! TO LYDIA. FROM GALLUS. LOVELY Lydia, lovely maid, Either rose in thee's display'd; Roses of a blushing red O'er thy lips and cheeks are shed; Roses of a paler hue In thy fairer charms we view Now thy braided hair unbind; Now luxuriant, unconfined Let thy wavy tresses flow, In thy passion-streaming eyes: See! they speak the wishful flame: And how gracefully above, Modell'd from the bow of Love Are thy arching brows display'd, Let a warmer crimson streak The velvet of thy downy cheek; Hide thy broad, voluptuous breast; Hide that balmy heaven of rest; How the snowy hillocks rise; Again, above its envious vest, Tear not from me, then, thy charms; Snatch, oh! snatch me to thy arms; With a life-inspiring kiss, Wake my sinking soul to bliss. CUPID ROBBED. FROM JULIUS ANGERIANUS. As fast beside a murmuring stream, In blissful visions Cupid lay, Chloe, as she softly came, Snatch'd his golden shafts away. From place to place in sad surprize Hung the pearly drops of dew. So on the rose, in blooming May, Liquid gems of silver lay, Pierc'd with glittering streams of light. Fair Venus with a tender languish, Smiling, thus her son addrest, As he murmur'd out his anguish Trembling on her snowy breast: "Peace, gentle infant, I implore, "Brings the useless shafts again. "Can Chloe need the shafts of love, "Young, blooming, witty, plump and fair? " Charms and raptures round her move, "Murmuring sighs and deep despair. |