From Elba to Lyons and Paris he goes,
Making balls for the ladies, and bows tohis foes.
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Think’st thou I saw thy beauteous eyes,
And heard unmov’d thy plenteous sighs,Which said far more than words can say?Though keen the grief thy tears exprest,When love and hope lay both o’erthrown;Yet still, my girl, this bleeding breastThrobb’d, with deep sorrow, as thine own.But, when our cheeks with anguish glow’d,When thy sweet lips were join’d to mine;The tears that from my eyelids…
Written Under The Impression That The Author Would Soon Die.
Spread roses o’er my brow;Where Science seeks each loitering boyWith knowledge to endow.Adieu, my youthful friends or foes,Partners of former bliss or woes;No more through Ida’s paths we stray;Soon must I share the gloomy cell,Whose ever‑slumbering inmates dwellUnconscious of the day.Adieu, ye hoary Regal Fanes,Ye spires of Granta’s vale,Where Learning robed in sable reigns,And Melancholy…
‘OH! banish care’–such ever be
Perchance of mine, when wassail nightsRenew those riotous delights,Wherewith the children of DespairLull the lone heart, and `banish care.’But not in morn’s reflecting hour,When present, past, and future lower,When all I loved is changed or gone,Mock with such taunts the woes of one,Whose every thought–but let them passThou know’st I am not what I was.But,…
When Thurlow this damn’d nonsense sent
Nor men nor gods knew what he meant.And since not even our Rogers’ praiseTo common sense his thoughts could raise–Why would they let him print his lays’To me, divine Apollo, grant–O!Hermilda s first and second canto,I’m fitting up a new portmanteau;And thus to furnish decent lining,My own and others’ bays I’m twining,–So, gentle Thurlow, throw…
Ah! heedless girl! why thus disclose
Why thus destroy thine own reposeAnd dig the source of future tears?Oh, thou wilt weep, imprudent maid,While lurking envious foes will smile,For all the follies thou hast saidOf those who spoke but to beguile.Vain girl! thy ling’ring woes are nigh,If thou believ’st what striplings say:Oh, from the deep temptation fly,Nor fall the specious spoiler’s prey.Dost…
LARA. [1]
I.The Serfs are glad through Lara’s wide domain, [2]And slavery half forgets her feudal chain;He, their unhoped, but unforgotten lord —The long self-exiled chieftain is restored:There be bright faces in the busy hall,Bowls on the board, and banners on the wall;Far chequering o’er the pictured window, playsThe unwonted fagots’ hospitable blaze;And gay retainers gather round…