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Through sunny hair. Add too, the sweetness

Of thy honied voice; the neatness

Of thine ankle lightly turn'd:

With those beauties scarce discern'd,

Kept with such sweet privacy,
That they seldom meet the eye

Of the little Loves that fly

Round about with eager pry.

Saving when with freshening lave,

Thou dipp'st them in the taintless wave;

Like twin water-lilies born

In the coolness of the morn.

O, if thou hadst breathed then,

Now the Muses had been ten.
Couldst thou wish for lineage higher
Than twin-sister of Thalia?

At least for ever, evermore

Will I call the Graces four.
Hadst thou lived when chivalry

Lifted up her lance on high,

Tell me what thou wouldst have been?

Ah! I see the silver sheen

Of the broider'd-floating vest

Cov'ring half thine ivory breast:

Which, O Heavens! I should see,

But that cruel Destiny

Has placed a golden cuirass there,

Keeping secret what is fair.

Like sunbeams in a cloudlet nested,

Thy locks in knightly casque are rested:

O'er which bend four milky plumes
Like the gentle lily's blooms
Springing from a costly vase.
See with what a stately pace

Comes thine alabaster steed;
Servant of heroic deed!

O'er his loins, his trappings glow
Like the northern lights on snow.
Mount his back! thy sword unsheath!
Sign of the enchanter's death;
Bane of every wicked spell;
Silencer of dragon's yell.

Alas! thou this wilt never do :

Thou art an enchantress too,

And wilt surely never spill

Blood of those whose eyes can kill.

TO HOPE.

WHEN by my solitary hearth I sit,

And hateful thoughts enwrap my soul in gloom;
When no fair dreams before my " mind's eye" flit,
And the bare heath of life presents no bloom;
Sweet Hope! ethereal balm upon me shed,
And wave thy silver pinions o'er my head.

Whene'er I wander, at the fall of night,

Where woven boughs shut out the moon's bright ray, Should sad Despondency my musings fright,

And frown, to drive fair Cheerfulness away,

Peep with the moonbeams through the leafy roof,
And keep that fiend Despondence far aloof.

Should Disappointment, parent of Despair,
Strive for her son to seize my careless heart

When, like a cloud, he sits upon the air,

Preparing on his spell-bound prey to dart: Chase him away, sweet Hope, with visage bright, And fright him, as the morning frightens night!

Whene'er the fate of those I hold most dear
Tells to my fearful breast a tale of sorrow,
O bright-eyed Hope, my morbid fancy cheer;
Let me awhile thy sweetest comforts borrow:
Thy heaven-born radiance around me shed,
And wave thy silver pinions o'er my head!

Should e'er unhappy love my bosom pain,
From cruel parents, or relentless fair,

O let me think it is not quite in vain

To sigh out sonnets to the midnight air! Sweet Hope! ethereal balm upon me shed, And wave thy silver pinions o'er my head.

In the long vista of the years to roll,

Let me not see our country's honour fade!

O let me see our land retain her soul!

Her pride, her freedom; and not freedom's shade. From thy bright eyes unusual brightness shedBeneath thy pinions canopy my head!

Let me not see the patriot's high bequest,
Great liberty! how great in plain attire !
With the base purple of a court oppress'd,
Bowing her head, and ready to expire:

But let me see thee stoop from Heaven on wings
That fill the skies with silver glitterings!

And as, in sparkling majesty, a star

Gilds the bright summit of some gloomy cloud; Brightening the half-veil'd face of heaven afar:

So, when dark thoughts my boding spirit shroud, Sweet Hope! celestial influence round me shed, Waving thy silver pinions o'er my head.

February, 1815.

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