And tears from pity's fount will flow, Of joy the fond presage! Thy days shall onward wing their way, CANZONET. By John Bird, Esq. LOVE farewell! Fickle as fair, Hope's fond spell Fades into air Like pale leaves of autumn sighing, All our joys are drooping,-dying!— Love farewell! Fickle as fair, Hope's fond spell Fades into air! Love farewell! Moments are dear, When eyes tell Parting is near Kindred heart to heart appealing Kindred glances love-vows sealing! Love farewell! Moments are dear, When eyes tell Parting is near!— Love farewell! After soft showers, Spring-buds swell, Into fair flowers Bright o'er passing storm-clouds bending, Rainbow hues are richly blending!— Love farewell! After soft showers, Spring-buds swell, Into fair flowers. STANZAS ADDRESSED TO A LADY ON HER RECOVERY, WITH UNBLEMISHED LOOKS, FROM A SEVERE ATTACK OF PAIN. By S. T. Coleridge, Esq. 'Twas my last waking thought, How can it be, That thou, sweet friend, such anguish should'st endure? When strait from Dreamland came a Dwarf, and he Could tell the cause, forsooth, and knew the cure. Methought he fronted me with peering look, In every heart (quoth he) since Adam's sin, But she, whose aspect I find imaged here, Of pleasure only will to all dispense, That Fount alone unlock, by no distress Choked or turn'd inward; but still issue thence As on the driving cloud the shiny bow, As though the spirits of all lovely flowers, Ev'n so, Eliza! on that face of thine, On that benignant face, whose look alone (The soul's translucence through her chrystal shrine!) Has power to soothe all anguish but thine own. A Beauty hovers still, and ne'er takes wing Who then needs wonder, if (no outlet found And in wild flashes shoots from heart to brain? |