But should'st thou once, in vision sweet, Divest that brow of scorn; Ne'er know return of morn! W. P. TO DELIA. PERMITTED, unreproved, to gaze- If he, who feels the tropic SUN, The dweller on the polar shores Ne'er sees him shine but he adores! W. P. TO DELIA. Written on the Coast of Sussex. SOMETIMES the rugged shore I tread, O smile not at the tortured mind That 'midst the dreary scene complains! In nature what can be less kind Than her, who in this bosom reigns? Less kind?-For tho' no pity dwells The tree waves not its head in scorn. TO DELIA THE FAREWELL ! W. P. By unrelenting scorn subdued, When in the sleep of death I'm laid, My grave with pity will be view'd, And DELIA then may court my shade. The Martyr touch'd with holy zeal Amidst the flame makes others feel: The Scoffer, who his virtue eyes, Becomes his convert whilst he dies! W. P. TO FEBRIS. BY THE REV. J. WHITEHOUSE. I. SWART Demon! that amidst the breast of man Nor, O! forbid sweet sleep with opiates bland And yon sad Suppliant's frame with balmy slumbers bless. 11. Yet seldom sleep affords the wished-for rest, Of adamantine rocks incessant borne; Or marks the wan ghost quit his wormy bed, III. Fierce like thyself, but of a pallid hue, He chafes his shivering limbs, benumb'd with cold; While up his legs in many a tortuous chain, The dull Torpedo flings his icy fold, And Languor sits upon his leaden eye, And heaves his panting breast the involuntary sigh. IV. Spare, RUTHLESS POWERS, ah, spare that virgin bloom, That delicate soft cheek of vermeil die, That ruby lip, and liquid-beaming eye, Nor to the dank grave's cold obstruction doom Hang, like the blasted oak, and stretch his arms But mostly spare the highly-cultur'd mind, That thrills to every nerve with feelings too refin'd. THE NEW YEAR. BY EDMUND L. SWIFT, ESQ. THOUGH the wild Winter's wind I hear, Come, Winter, wave thy funeral robe, The hope of Spring, the Summer's pride! Thou ne'er shalt bid my bosom wear The sullen livery of Despair: When speeds THE SPRING OF LOVE, to ope Sweet promise of his SUMMER'S pleasure, |