Like early unrequited Love!
One spot exists-which ever blooms,
Ev'n in that deadly grove.-
A single rose is shedding there,
It's lonely Justre, meek and pale,
It looks as planted by Despair--

So white so faint-the slightest gale
Might whirl the leaves on high;

And yet, though stours and blight assail,
And hands more rude than wintry sky
May wring it from the stem-in vain-
To-morrow sees it bloom again!

The stalk some spirit gently rears,
And waters with celestial tears.
For well may maids of Helle deem
That this can be no earthly flower,

Which mocks the tempest's withering hour
And buds unsheltered by a bower,

Nor droops-though spring refuse her shower
Nor woos the summer beam.-

To it the livelong night there sings

A bird unseen-but not remote--
Invisible his airy wings,

But soft as harp that Houri strings
His long entrancing note!

It were the Bulbul-but his throat,

Though mournful, pours not such a strain;

For they who listen cannot leave

The spot, but linger there and grieve

As if they loved in vain!

And yet so sweet the tears they shed,
'Tis sorrow so unmixed with dread,
They scarce can bear the morn to 'break
That melancholy spell,

And longer yet would weep and wake,
He sings so wild and well!

But when the day-blush bursts from high-
Expires that magic melody.

And some have been who could believe,
(So fondly youthful dreams deceive,

Yet harsh be they that blame,)
That note so piercing and profound
Will shape and syllable its sound
Into Zuleika's name.

'Tis from her cypress' summit heard,
That melts in air the liquid word-
"Tis from her lowly virgin earth
That white rose takes its lender birth,

MODERATE

MODERATE WISHES.

[From Mr. BLAND's Collections of the Greek Anthology, &c.]

L

ET Alexander's discontented soul

Pine for another world's increased control";
Ill-weaved ambition has no charms for me,
Nor, sordid avarice, am I slave to thee.

I only ask twelve thousand pounds a year,
And Curwen's country seat on Windermere.
A mistress, kind, and sensible, and fair,
And many a friend, and not a single care.
I am no glutton-no-I never wish
A sturgeon floating in a golden dish;
At the Piazza satisfied to pay

Two guineas for my dinner every day.

What though famed Erskine at the bar we view
As learn'd as Crassus, and as wealthy too,

I only ask the eloquence of Fox,

To paint like Reynolds, and like Belcher box,
To act as Garrick did,-or any how

Unlike the heroes of the buskin now;
To range like Garnerin through fields of air,
To win, like Villiers, England's richest fair,
To vault, like Astley, o'er a horse's back,
To fight like Nelson, and to run like Mack,
Like Pinto fiddle, and with Newton's eye
Pierce through the stars, and count the galaxy;
With Jonas conjure, light as Vestris bound,
Grin broad as Colman, though as Locke profound..
Let heirs unblushing pray for boundless lands,
And streams that ripple clear o'er golden sands.
I only ask, that all my heart's desire
Come with a wish, and leave me ere it tire,
All arts, all excellence, myself to hold,

Learn'd without labour, without danger bold.

I only ask, these blessings to enjoy,

And every various talent well employ ;
Thy life, Methusalem, or, if not thine,

An immortality of love and wine.

Fate heard the wish,-and smiling gave me clear,
Besides a wooden leg, twelve pounds a year.

TH

INTEMPERANCE..

[From the same.]

HREE cups of wine a prudent man may take;
The first of these, for constitution's sake;
The second, to the girl he loves the best;
The third and last, to lull him to his rest;
Then home to bed!-but if a fourth he pours,
That is the cup of folly, and not ours;
Loud noisy talking on the fifth attends;
The sixth breeds teuds and falling out of friends;
Seven beget blows, and faces stain'd with gore;
Eight-and the watch-patrole breaks ope the door
Mad with the ninth, another cup goes round;
And the swill'd sot drops senseless to the ground.

INSCRIPTION FOR A MONUMENT INTENDED TO BE ERECTED IN THE CHURCH AT HAFOD.

[From the same.]

THEN at the holy altar's foot is given

WH

The blushing maiden to the enamour'd youth
Whose long tried honour, constancy, and truth,
Yield the fair promise of an earthly beaven,
Though to far distant friends and country led,
Fond parents triumph 'mid the tears they shed.

Shall we then grieve, that a celestial spouse
Hath borne this virgin treasure from our sight,
To share the glories of the eternal light,
The end of all our prayers and all our vows?
We should rejoice-but cannot as we ought-
Great God! Forgive the involuntary fault. M.

I

LOVE SONG.

[From the same.]

WOULD not change for cups of gold

This little cup that you behold:

'Tis from the beech that gave a shade

At noon-day to my village maid.

I would

ON A PAIR OF LEAN LOVERS.

[From AGATHIAS, by the same.}

O shadow-like a form you bear,
So near allied to shapeless air, -
That with some reason you may fear,
When you salute, to draw too near,
Lest, if your friend be short of breath,
The dire approach may prove your death,
And that poor form, so light and thin,
Be at his nostrils taken in.

Yet, if with philosophic eye

You look, you need not fear to die ;
For (if poetic tales be true)
No transformation waits for you;
You cannot, ev'n at Pluto's bar,
Be more a phantom than you are.

DOMESTIC

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