She looks! she lives! this trancèd hour, Yes, Genius, yes! thy mimic aid A treasure to my soul has given, No spectre forms of pleasure fled, Thy softening, sweetening, tints restore ; For thou canst give us back the dead, E'en in the loveliest looks they wore. Then blest be Nature's guardian Muse, Whose hand her perish'd grace redeems! Whose tablet of a thousand hues The mirror of creation seems. From Love began thy high descent; And call thee brightest of the Nine! THE MAID'S REMONSTRANCE. NEVER wedding, ever wooing, Still a love-lorn heart pursuing, All my life with sorrow strewing, Rivals banish'd, bosoms plighted, Still our days are disunited; Now half-quench'd appears, Damp'd, and wavering, and benighted, 'Midst my sighs and tears. Charms you call your dearest blessing, Lips that thrill at your caressing, Soon you'll make them grow ABSENCE. "Tis not the loss of love's assurance, The fondest thoughts two hearts can cherish, Are fruits on desert isles that perish, What though, untouch'd by jealous madness, Absence! is not the soul torn by it From more than light, or life, or breath? 'Tis Lethe's gloom, but not its quiet, The pain without the peace of death! LINES INSCRIBED ON THE MONUMENT LATELY FINISHED BY MR. CHANTREY, Which has been erected by the Widow of Admiral Sir G. Campbell, K. C. B. to the memory of her Husband. To him, whose loyal, brave, and gentle heart, STANZAS ON THE BATTLE OF NAVARINO. HEARTS of oak that have bravely deliver'd the brave, [grave, And uplifted old Greece from the brink of the 'Twas the helpless to help, and the hopeless to save, That your thunderbolts swept o'er the brine: And as long as yon sun shall look down on the wave, The light of your glory shall shine. For the guerdon ye sought with your bloodshed and toil, Was it slaves, or dominion, or rapine, or spoil? No! your lofty emprise was to fetter and foil The uprooter of Greece's domain ! When he tore the last remnant of food from her soil, Till her famish'd sank pale as the slain! Yet, Navarin's heroes! does Christendom breed The base hearts that will question the fame of your deed? |