14. Do thou amidst the fair white walls, At times from out her latticed halls 15. Then think upon Calypso's isles, 16. And when the admiring circle mark A half-form'd tear, a transient spark Of melancholy grace, 17. Again thou❜lt smile, and blushing shun Some coxcomb's raillery; Nor own for once thou thought'st of one, Who ever thinks on thee. 18. Though smile and sigh alike are vain, WRITTEN AT ATHENS. JANUARY 16, 1810. THE spell is broke, the charm is flown! Each lucid interval of thought Recalls the woes of Nature's charter, And he that acts as wise men ought, But lives, as saints have died, a martyr. WRITTEN AFTER SWIMMING FROM SESTOS TO ABYDOS.(1) MAY 9, 1810. 1. Ir, in the month of dark December, 2. If, when the wintry tempest roar'd, 3. For me, degenerate modern wretch, And think I've done a feat to-day. 4. But since he cross'd the rapid tide, 5. 'Twere hard to say who fared the best: Sad mortals! thus the Gods still plague you! He lost his labour, I my jest: For he was drown'd, and I've the ague. SONG. Ζώη με, σας αγαπώ. (2) ATHENS, 1810. 1. MAID of Athens, ere we part, Give, oh, give me back my heart! Keep it now, and take the rest! 2. By those tresses unconfined, 3. By that lip I long to taste; 4. Maid of Athens! I am gone: Think of me, sweet! when alone. Though I fly to Istambol, (4) Athens holds my heart and soul: |