VI. Some chosen partner's anxious breast, Their triumph with an answering smile; VII. When all those talents which combine, And when, perhaps, a mother's care IX. With rapture shall thy parents own, That, while they form'd thy tender mind, EPIGRAM. FROM THE GREEK. THE Miser, Hermon, in a dream G. L. S. I LOVE THEE. CAN'ST thou forget life's sweetest hour? My falt'ring lips first dar'd to breathe I love thee! Around thy form my arm was twin'd; I love thee! That blushing cheek you gently rais'd, But, oh! 'twas not the glance alone, I love thee! I love thee! 'Twas then I knew affection's kiss, I love thee! But woe betide the cruel hour, I love thee! Oh! Ellen, when the grave shall shrine I love thee! And finding then, that Fortune's beam Thou'lt wish the heart that's ceas'd to beat, I love thee! WHISTON BRISTOW. TO MISS S. IN IMITATION OF WALLER'S EPIGRAM," SUCH HELEN WAS." SUCH were the strains the tuneful Sappho sung! The nymph had triumph'd, and the boy had dy❜d. DR. RUSSEL. LINES Written on finding, when at Dumfries, in 1811, that the Poet Burns was buried in the Churchyard without any Monument erected to his Memory. SWEET bard! than whom no minstrel's art Thou bad'st all nature weep thy friend *; All through the midnight wails for thee! Thy land, before unnam'd, unprais'd. * See Burns's " Elegy on the Death of Matthew Henderson." †The old name of a district in Ayrshire, where Burns was born. The Nine such base neglect upbraid, MADRIGAL. FROM THE FRENCH OF MONTREUIL. H. P. COME, prithee, get rid of those whimsies and fancies, You think in the youth, who would fain be your lover, That each look, and each word, and each deed, should discover, He deems you a being divine. "Tis the wildest of visions! then cease to caress it; Nor to flattering praises give way. I'm no angel, nor hero, I frankly confess it; Do you the same candour display. No goddess are you, from the heavens transported, But as pretty a maiden as ever was courted, And Louisa, my dear, is your name. R. A. DAVENPORT. |