ON ... ASLEEP. SLEEP on, and dream of Heaven awhile. Tho' shut so close thy laughing eyes, Thy rosy lips still wear a smile, And move, and breathe delicious sighs!— Ah, now soft blushes tinge her cheeks, She starts, she trembles, and she weeps! Her fair hands folded on her breast. -And now, how like a saint she sleeps! A seraph in the realms of rest! Sleep on secure! Above control, Remain within its sanctuary! FROM A GREEK EPIGRAM. WHILE on the cliff with calm delight she kneels, FROM EURIPIDES. THERE is a streamlet issuing from a rock. Dip their white vestments in its waters clear, : And hang them to the sun. There first I saw her; At once spoke joy and sadness to my soul! Dear is that valley to the murmuring bees; The small birds build there; and, at summer-noon, Oft have I heard a child, gay among flowers, As in the shining grass she sate concealed, FROM AN ITALIAN SONNET. LOVE, under Friendship's vesture white, But now as Rage the God appears! 'Tis Love; and Love is still the same. A CHARACTER. As thro' the hedge-row shade the violet steals, AN EXTRACT. CAGED in old woods, whose reverend echoes wake When the hern screams along the distant lake, Her little heart oft flutters to be free, Oft sighs to turn the unrelenting key. In vain the nurse that rusted relic wears, A FAREWELL. 1797. ADIEU! A long, a long adieu! The sweet expression of that face, Ah no, I dare not turn to trace It melts my soul, it fires my frame! Yet give me, give me, ere I go, -Say, when, to kindle soft delight, A sigh so short, and yet so sweet? O say-but no, it must not be. |