When men exert their utmost pow'rs, To while away the tedious hours, With soothing Flatt'ry's art, When ev'ry art and work well skill'd, And ev'ry look with poison fill'd, Assail a woman's heart, ...
How like is childhood to the lucid tide That calmly wanders thro' the mossy dell, Sweeps o'er the lily by the margin's side, And, as it kisses, murmurs out, Farewell!
Whilst, in a dress that one might swear The whole was made of woven air, Pert Fashion spreads her senseless sway Over the giddy and the gay (Who think, by showing all their charms,...
In days that long have glided by, Beneath keen Scotia's weeping sky, On many a hill of purple heath, In many a gloomy glen beneath, The wand'ring Lyrist once was known...
Once, for a palace, Painting left her grove, And taught her royal fav'rite's hand to trace A beauteous maiden's tale of little Love, His silken wings, soft limbs, and laughing face! ...
Oh! why does sorrow shade thy face, Where mind and beauty vie with grace? Say, dost thou for thy hero weep, Who gallantly, upon the deep, Is gone to tell the madd'ning foe,...
Since Friendship soon must bid a fond adieu, And, parting, wish your charms she never knew, Dear Laura hear one genuine thought express'd, Warm from the heart, and to the heart address'd: -...
Within his cold and cheerless cell, I heard the sighing Censor tell That ev'ry charm of life was gone, That ev'ry noble virtue long Had ceas'd to wake the Minstrel's song,...
Well on that neck, sweet Kitty! may you wear The sparkling cross, with hopes to soften Heaven; For trust me, tho' so very young and fair, Thou hast some little sins to be forgiven: -...
The Moon had bespangled the murmuring wave, The dew-drop had moisten'd the moss of the cave, The summer night-breeze, like a sigh, was just heard, When thus flow'd the strains of the dark-warbling bird: ...
Much injur'd, Scotia! was thy genuine worth, When late the[A] surly Rambler wandered forth In brown[B] surtout, with ragged staff, Enough to make a savage laugh! And sent the faithless legend from his hand,...
Amid the ruins of monastic gloom, Where Nore's meand'ring waters wind along, Genius and Wealth have rais'd the tasteful dome, Yet not alone for Fashion's brilliant throng; - ...