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And eke with painful fingers she inwove
Many an uncouth stem of savage thorn-“ The willow garland, that was for her love,
And these her bleeding temples would adorn.” With sighs her heart nigh burst, salt tears fast fell, As mournfully she bended o'er that sacred well.
To whom when I addrest myself to speak,
She lifted up her eyes, and nothing said; The delicate red came mantling o'er her cheek,
And, gath'ring up her loose attire, she fled To the dark covert of that woody shade, And in her goings seem'd a timid gentle maid.
Gave to a treacherous WORLD my heart,
Revolving in my mind what this should mean,
And why that lovely lady plained so; Perplex'd in thought at that mysterious scene,
And doubting if 'twere best to stay or go, I cast mine eyes in wistful gaze around, When from the shades came slow a small and
“Now Christ restore thee soon”-I said, And thenceforth all my dream was fled.
DIALOGUE BETWEEN A MOTHER AND
“PSYCHE am I, who love to dwell
"O LADY, lay your costly robes aside, No longer may you glory in your pride."
At thy feet what thou dost see
Wherefore to-day art singing in mine ear
If haply so my day of grace
O mother, lay your costly robes aside,
“ Why dost thou weep, thou gentle maid !
I pray thee, pretty one, now hold thy tongue, Play with the bride-maids; and be glad, my boy. For thou shalt be a second father's joy.
“O! I have done a deed of shame,
One father fondled me upon his knee.' One father is enough, alone, for me.
" And who the promised spouse ? declare: And what those bridal garments were."
“Severe and saintly righteousness Composed the clear white bridal dress; Jesus, the Son of Heaven's high King, Bought with his blood the marriage ring.
QUEEN ORIANA'S DREAM. On a bank with roses shaded, Whose sweet scent the violets aided, Violets whose breath alone Yields but feeble smell or none, (Sweeter bed Jove ne'er reposed on When his eyes Olympus closed on)
A wretched sinful creature, I Deem'd lightly of that sacred tie,
While o'er head six slaves did hold
In a costly palace if the child with a pin
doctor is called in ; In a wretched workhouse men are left to perish For want of proper cordials, which their old age
In a costly palace Youth enjoys his lust;
to do, Had children to stand by him, both friends and
In a costly palace Youth his temples hides
sides; In a wretched workhouse Age's crown is bare, With a few thin locks just to fence out the cold
Thus far, in magnific strain, A young poet soothed his vein, But he had nor prose nor numbers To express a princess' slumbers.Youthful Richard had strange fancies, Was deep versed in old romances, And could talk whole hours upon The Great Cham and Prester John,-Tell the field in which the Sophi From the Tartar won a trophyWhat he read with such delight of, Thought he could as eas'ly write ofBut his over-young invention Kept not pace with brave intention. Twenty suns did rise and set, And he could no further get; But, unable to proceed, Made a virtue out of need, And, his labours wiselier deem'd of, Did omit what the queen dream'd of.
In peace, as in war, 'tis our young gallants
pride, To walk, each one i' the streets, with a rapier by
his side, That none to do them injury may have pretence Wretched Age, in poverty, must brook offence.
A BALLAD. NOTING THE DIFFERENCE OF RICH AND POOR, IN THE WAYS OF A RICH NOBLE'S PALACE AND A POOR
To the Tune of the “Old and Young Courtier.” In a costly palace Youth goes clad in gold; In a wretched workhouse Age's limbs are cold: There they sit, the old men by a shivering fire, Still close and closer cowering, warmth is their
In a costly palace, when the brave gallants dine, They have store of good venison, with old canary
wine, With singing and music to heighten the cheer; Coarse bits, with grudging, are the pauper's best
By myself walking, To myself talking, When as I ruminate On my untoward fate, Scarcely seem I Alone sufficiently, Black thoughts continually Crowding my privacy; They come unbidden, Like foes at a wedding, Thrusting their faces In better guests' places, Peevish and malecontent, Clownish, impertinent, Dashing the merriment: So in like fashions Dim cogitations Follow and haunt me, Striving to daunt me, In my heart festering, In my ears whispering, “ Thy friends are treacherous, Thy foes are dangerous, Thy dreams ominous.”
In a costly palace Youth is still carest
Lord's jest ;
to his tales.
And all about us does express (Fancy and wit in richest dress) A Sicilian fruitfulness.
Lucifer teareth me Jesu! Maria! liberate nos ab his diris tentationibus Inimici,
Thou through such a mist dost show us, That our best friends do not know us, And, for those allowed features, Due to reasonable creatures, Liken’st us to fell Chimeras, Monsters that, who see us, fear us; Worse than Cerberus or Geryon, Or, who first loved a cloud, Ixion.
Bacchus we know, and we allow His tipsy rites. But what art thou, That but by reflex canst show What his deity can do, As the false Egyptian spell Aped the true Hebrew miracle? Some few vapours thou may’st raise, The weak brain may serve to amaze, But to the reins and nobler heart Canst nor life nor heat impart.
A FAREWELL TO TOBACCO.
May the Babylonish curse
Brother of Bacchus, later born, The old world was sure forlorn Wanting thee, that aidest more The god's victories than before All his panthers, and the brawls Of his piping Bacchanals. These, as stale, we disallow, Or judge of thee meant: only thou His true Indian conquest art; And, for ivy round his dart, The reformed god now weaves A finer thyrsus of thy leaves.
Sooty retainer to the vine, Bacchus' black servant, negro fine; Sorcerer, that mak'st us dote upon Thy begrimed complexion, And, for thy pernicious sake, More and greater oaths to break Than reclaimed lovers take 'Gainst women: thou thy siege dost lay Much too in the female way, While thou suck'st the lab'ring breath Faster than kisses or than death.
Scent to match thy rich perfume Chemic art did ne'er presume Through her quaint alembic strain, None so sov'reign to the brain. Nature, that did in thee excel, Framed again no second smell. Roses, violets, but toys For the smaller sort of boys, Or for greener damsels meant; Thou art the only manly scent.
Stinking'st of the stinking kind, Filth of the mouth and fog of the mind, Africa, that brags her foison, Breeds no such prodigious poison, Henbane, nightshade, both together, Hemlock, aconite
Thou in such a cloud dost bind us, That our worst foes cannot find us, And ill fortune, that would thwart us, Shoots at rovers, shooting at us; While each man, through thy height'ning steam, Does like a smoking Etna seem,
Nay, rather, Plant divine, of rarest virtue; Blisters on the tongue would hurt you.
Sidelong odours, that give life
TO T. L. H.
'Twas but in a sort I blamed thee :
MODEL of thy parent dear,
Or, as men, constrain'd to part With what's nearest to their heart, While their sorrow's at the height, Lose discrimination quite, And their hasty wrath let fall, To appease their frantic gall, On the darling thing whatever, Whence they feel it death to sever, Though it be, as they, perforce, Guiltless of the sad divorce.
For I must (nor let it grieve thee, Friendliest of plants, that I must) leave thee. For thy sake, TOBACCO, I Would do anything but die, And but seek to extend my days Long enough to sing thy praise. But, as she, who once hath been A king's consort, is a queen Ever after, nor will bate Any tittle of her state, Though a widow, or divorced, So I, from thy converse forced, The old name and style retain, A right Katherine of Spain; And a seat, too, 'mongst the joys Of the blest Tobacco Boys; Where, though I, by sour physician, Am debarr'd the full fruition Of thy favours, I may catch Some collateral sweets, and snatch
But the clouds, that overcast Thy young morning, may not last; Soon shall arrive the rescuing hour That yields thee up to Nature's power : Nature, that so late doth greet thee, Shall in o'erlowing measure meet thee. She shall recompense with cost For every lesson thou hast lost. Then wandering up thy sire's loved hill, * Thou shalt take thy airy fill Of health and pastime. Birds shall sing For thy delight each May morning. Mid new-yean'd lambkins thou shalt play, Hardly less a lamb than they. Then thy prison's lengthen'd bound Shall be the horizon skirting round: And, while thou fillest thy lap with flowers, To make amends for wintry hours, The breeze, the sunshine, and the place, Shall from thy tender brow efface Each vestige of untimely care, That sour restraint had graven there;
This was he, that saintly John, Who in the wilderness alone Abiding, did for clothing wear A garment made of camel's hair; Honey and locusts were his food, And he was most severely good. He preached penitence and tears, And waking first the sinner's fears, Prepared a path, made smooth a way, For his diviner Master's day.
DAVID IN THE CAVE OF ADULLAM.
David and his three captains bold
Herod kept in princely state His birth-day. On his throne he sate, After the feast, beholding her Who danced with grace peculiar ; Fair Salome, who did excel All in that land for dancing well. The feastful monarch's heart was fired, And whatsoe'er thing she desired, Though half his kingdom it should be, He in his pleasure swore that he Would give the graceful Salome. The damsel was Herodias' daughter: She to the queen hastes, and besought her To teach her what great gift to name. Instructed by Herodias, came The damsel back : to Herod said, “Give me John the Baptist's head; And in a charger let it be Hither straightway brought to me." Herod her suit would fain deny, But for his oath's sake must comply.
When painters would by art express Beauty in unloveliness, Thee, Herodias' daughter, thee, They fittest subject take to be. They give thy form and features grace; But ever in thy beauteous face They show a steadfast cruel gaze, An eye unpitying; and amaze