WOMAN.

AWAY, away, you're all the same,
A fluttering, smiling, jilting throng!
Oh! by my soul, I burn with shame,

To think I've been your slave so long!

Slow to be warm'd, and quick to rove, From folly kind, from cunning loath, Too cold for bliss, too weak for love,

Yet feigning all that's best in both.

Still panting o'er a crowd to reign,
More joy it gives to woman's breast,
To make ten frigid coxcombs vain,
Than one true manly lover blest!

Away, away-your smile's a curse
Oh! blot me from the race of men,
Kind pitying heaven! by death, or worse,
Before I love such things again!

BALLAD STANZAS.

I KNEW by the smoke, that so gracefully curl'd
Above the green elms, that a cottage was near,
And I said," If there's peace to be found in the world,
"A heart that was humble might hope for it here !"

It was noon, and on flowers that languish'd around
In silence repos'd the voluptuous bee:

Every leaf was at rest, and I heard not a sound
But the wood-pecker tapping the hollow beech-tree.

And "Here in this lone little wood," I exclaim'd "With a maid who was lovely to soul and to eye, "Who would blush when I praic'd her and weep when

I blam'd,

"How blest could I live, and how calm could I die!

66 By the shade of yon sumach, whose red berry dips "In the gush of the fountain, how sweet to recline, "And to know that I sigh'd upon innocent lips,

"Which had never been sigh'd on by any but mine!

TO. *** ***:

***.

ΝΟΣΕΙ ΤΑ ΦΙΛΤΑΤΑ.

Euripides.

1803.

COME, take the harp-'tis vain to muse

Upon the gathering ills we see !
Oh! take the harp, and let me lose
All thoughts of ill in hearing thee!

Sing to me, love!-though death were near Thy song could make my soul forgetNay, nay, in pity, dry that tear,

All may be well, be happy yet!

Let me but see that snowy arm

Once more upon the dear harp lie,

And I will cease to dream of harm,

Will smile at fate, while thou art nigh!

Give me that strain, of mournful touch,
We us'd to love long, long ago,
Before our hearts had known as much

As now, alas! they bleed to know!

Sweet notes! they tell of former peace,
Of all that look'd so rapturous then,
Now wither'd, lost-oh! pray thee, cease,
I cannot bear those sounds again!

Art thou too wretched? yes, thou art;
I see thy tears flow fast with mine-

Come, come to this devoted heart,
'Tis breaking, but it still is thine!

A VISION OF PHILOSOPHY.

'TWAS on the Red Sea coast, at morn, we met
The venerable man ;* a virgin bloom

Of softness mingled with the vigorous thought
That tower'd upon his brow; as when we see

* In Plutarch's Essay on the Decline of the Oracles, Cleombrotus, one of the interlocutors, describes an extraordinary man whom he had met with, after long research, upon the banks of the Red Sea. Once in every year this supernatural personage appeared to mortals, and conversed with them; the rest of his time he passed among the Genii and the Nymphs. Пɛg την ερυθραν θαλασσαν εύρον, ανθρωποις ανα παν ετος άπαξ εντυγχανοντα, τ' αλλα δε συν ταις νυμφαις, νομασι και δαίμοσι, ὡς paans. He spoke in a tone not far removed from singing, and whenever he opened his lips, a fragrance filled the place:

φθεγγόμενος δε τον τοπον evadia κατείχε, τ8 ςοματος ηδιςον αποπ

νέοντος. From him Cleombrotus learned the doctrine of plurality of worlds.

The gentle moon and the full radiant sun
Shining in heaven together. When he spoke

'Twas language sweeten'd into song-such holy sounds

As oft the spirit of the good man hears,

Prelusive to the harmony of heaven,

When death is nigh!* and still, as he unclosed
His sacred lips, an odour, all as bland
As ocean-breezes gather from the flowers
That blossom in elysium,† breath'd around!
With silent awe we listen'd, while he told
Of the dark veil, which many an age had hung
O'er Nature's form, till by the touch of Time
The mystic shroud grew thin and luminous,
And half the goddess beam'd in glimpses through it!
Of magic wonders, that were known and taught

By him (or Cham or Zoroaster named)
Who mus'd, amid the mighty catyclysm,
O'er his rude tablets of primeval lore,‡

*The celebrated Janus Dousa, a little before his death, imagined that he heard a strain of music in the air. See the poem of Heinsius, "In harmoniam quam paulo ante obitum audire sibi visus est Dousa," Pag. 501.

Depa de xęvos Preyε........Pindar. Olymp. ii.

Cham, the son of Noah, is supposed to have taken with him into the ark the principal doctrines of magical, or rather of hatural science, which he had inscribed upon some very durable