Her lip!-oh, call me not false-hearted, 'Twas Love some melting cherry parted, And when, with all thy murmuring tone, They sued, half-open, to be kiss'd, I could as soon resist thine own, And them, Heaven knows! I ne'er resist. Then, scorn me not, though false I be, WHEN I loved ΤΟ you, I can't but allow I had many an exquisite minute; Thus, whether we're on or we're off, And, oh! 'tis delicious to hate you! FROM THE GREEK OF MELEAGER.* FILL high the cup with liquid flame, Repeat its magic o'er and o'er, And let the sound my lips adore, Give me the wreath that withers there, It hung upon her wavy hair, And caught her eyes' reflected light! The loving rose-bud drops a tear, No longer, where she used to lie, Close to my heart's devoted sigh! * Εγχει, και παλιν ειπε, παλιν, παλιν, Ηλιοδώρας BRUNCK, Analect, tom. i. p. 28. LINES, WRITTEN IN A STORM AT SEA. THAT Sky of clouds is not the sky The swell of yonder foaming billow That rapture moves. Yet do I feel more tranquil now In this dark hour, Than when, in transport's young emotion, Oh! there's a holy calm profound 'Tis as a solemn voice from Heaven, And the soul, listening to the sound, Lies mute and still! 4. 'Tis true, it talks of danger nigh, Where pleasure's throb or tears of sorrow Well!-there are some, thou stormy bed, Whose lip hath drain'd life's cup of pleasure, Yes-he can smile serene at death: Kind Heaven! do thou but chase the weeping Tell them that he lies calmly sleeping, ODES TO NEA; WRITTEN AT BERMUDA. ΝΕΑ ΤΥΡΑΝΝΕΙ. EURIPID. Medea. v. 967. NAY, tempt me not to love again, There was a time when love was sweet; Dear NEA! had I known thee then, Our souls had not been slow to meet! But, oh! this So many a time, the rounds of pain, Not even for thee, thou lovely one! Would I endure such pangs again. If there be climes where never yet Where man may pass his loveless nights Thither my wounded soul would fly, Where rosy cheek or radiant eye Should bring no more their bliss, their pain, Or fetter me to earth again! |