X. All hail, ye tender feelings dear! Long since, this world's thorny ways. Fate still has blest me with a friend, A tie more tender still. It lightens, it brightens To meet with, and greet with XI. O, how that name inspires my style! The ready measure rins as fine, And then he'll hilch, and stilt, and jimp, An' rin an unco fit : But lest then, the beast then, Should rue this hasty ride, THE LAMENT, OCCASIONED BY THE UNFORTUNATE ISSUE OF A FRIEND'S AMOUR. Alas! how oft does Goodness wound itself, I. HOME. O THOU pale orb, that silent shines, II. I joyless view thy rays adorn The faintly-marked distant hill; I joyless view thy trembling horn, Reflected in the gurgling rill: My fondly-fluttering heart, be still! Thou busy pow'r, Remembrance, cease! Ah! must the agonizing thrill For ever bar returning peace! III. No idly-feign'd poetic pains, My sad, love-lorn lamentings claim; No shepherd's pipe-Arcadian strains; IV. Encircled in her clasping arms, How have the raptur'd moments flown! How have I wish'd for fortune's charms, For her dear sake, and her's alone! And must I think it! is she gone, My secret heart's exulting boast? And does she heedless hear my groan? And is she ever, ever lost? V. Oh! can she bear so base a heart, The plighted husband of her youth! Her way may lie thro' rough distress! Then, who her pangs and pains will sooth, Her sorrows share, and make them less? VI. Ye winged hours that o'er us past, My fondly-treasur'd thoughts employ'd. That breast how dreary now, and void, For her too scanty once of room! Ev'n ev'ry ray of hope destroy'd, VII. The morn that warns the' approaching day, That I must suffer, lingering, slow. VIII. And when my nightly couch I try, Reigns haggard-wild, in sore affright: IX. O! thou bright queen, who o'er the' expanse, Now highest reign'st, with boundless sway! Oft has thy silent-marking glance Observ'd us, fondly-wand'ring, stray! The time, unheeded, sped away, While love's luxurious pulse beat high, Beneath thy silver-gleaming ray, X. Oh! scenes in strong remembrance set! Again I feel, again I burn! DESPONDENCY, AN ODE, I. OPPRESS'D with grief, oppress'd with care, A burden more than I can bear, O life! thou art a galling load, To wretches such as I! Too justly I may fear! Still caring, despairing, Must be my bitter doom; But with the closing tomb! |