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This faint resemblance of thy charms,(Though strong as mortal art could give,)My constant heart of fear disarms,Revives my hopes, and bids me live. Here, I can trace the locks of goldWhich round thy snowy forehead wave;The cheeks which sprung from…
High in the midst, surrounded by his peers,“Magnus” his ample front sublime up rears:Placed on his chair of state, he seems a god.While Sophs and Freshmen tremble at his nod.As all around sit wrapt in speechless gloom,His voice in thunder…
Oh! mihi præteritos referat si Jupiter annos.~Virgil Ye scenes of my childhood, whose lov’d recollectionEmbitters the present, compar’d with the past;Where science first dawn’d on the powers of reflection,And friendships were form’d, too romantic to last; Where fancy, yet, joys…
1. You say you love, and yet your eye No symptom of that love conveys,You say you love, yet know not why, Your cheek no sign of love betrays. 2. Ah! did that breast with ardour glow,With me alone…
When, to their airy hall, my father’s voiceShall call my spirit, joyful in their choice;When, poised upon the gale, my form shall ride,Or, dark in mist, descend the mountains side;Oh! may my shade behold no sculptured urns,To mark the spot…
Ah! gentle, fleeting, wav’ring sprite,Friend and associate of this clay!To what unknown region borne,Wilt thou now wing thy distant flight?No more with wonted humour gay,But pallid, cheerless, and forlorn.
Oh, Friend! for ever loved, for ever dear!What fruitless tears have bathed thy honour’d bier!What sighs re’echo’d to thy parting breath,Wilst thou wast struggling in the pangs of death!Could tears retard the tyrant in his course;Could sighs avert his dart’s…
Where are those honours, Ida! once yow own,When Probus fill’d your magisterial throne?As ancient Rome, fast falling to disgrace,Hail’d a barbarian in her Cæsar’s place,So you, degenerate, share as hard a fate,And seat Pomposus where your Probus sate.Of narrow brain,…
Dear simple girl, those flattering arts,(From which thou’dst guard frail female hearts,)Exist but in imagination,Mere phantoms of thine own creation;For he who views that witching grace,That perfect form, that lovely face,With eyes admiring, oh! believe me,He never wishes to deceive…
‘Away, away, your fleeting artsMay now betray some simpler hearts;And you will smile at their believing,And they shall weep at your deceiving.’ -Answer to the foregoing, addressed to miss- Dear, simple girl, those flattering arts,From which thou’dst guard frail female…