Will charm my heart while anxious care While Love and Henry are away. III. FROM the wild raging ocean, the barbarous coast, And behold the dear scenes of my country once more. The blast of the storm, and the swell of the wave, Compar'd with the torment my bosom must prove, O'er the shoal and the rock often flows the smooth tide, IV. DEAR idol of my panting heart! My lovely charmet, see, O let me clasp thee to my breast, If If Heaven will grant my fond request, To let us part no more. V. To thy fields, happy Britain, adieu! And adieu to the scenes they disclose, And adieu to the maiden whose numberless charms To Ocean's stern bosom I fly, To the tumult of waves and of wind; Their tumult I brave, and their thunder defy, But I sigh for my love left behind. VI. WHILE on thee my soul's best treasure, I can taste no other pleasure,- But should storms of war returning Never 4 Never shall this arm inglorious Rest at home in slothful ease, Yet if fame and wealth combining, TO A LADY, ON HER BIRTH-DAY, JANUARY 10, 1796, To crown fair Ella's Natal Hour The Muses sought for many a flower, Apollo laugh'd to see their care, VOL. III. R "The "The labours of the Nine; "Let on her breast your myrtle blow, Thus both their choicest gifts confer: Then fly her Syren voice, ye swains! HEAR STANZAS. ye yon bell, its sullen sound that flings In solemn cadence o'er the echoing vale?Το every ear a gloomy thought it brings, Mirth laughs no more, even Valour's spirits fail. But hark! the knell is drown'd-tempestuous floats On the swoll'n breeze the tumult of the war; Shrill sound the cheering trumpet's martial notes, And loud the battery thunders from afar : With kindling flame reviving Valour hears, Strong beats his breast; while e'en the coward slave, Stung by the rousing peel, forgets his fears, Pants for the field, and fancies he is brave." O say, why this, ye wise!-The death-bell shows But shouting squadrons at the trumpet's breath Its slaughter'd myriads from the light of day. Not worn with pain, not struck by palsied age, Grave Wisdom pauses-stares with both her eyes, Sagacious, to the question then replies, "The thing is so-but why-I cannot tell." |