CARROL'S COMPLAINT. WHERE Antrim's giant-pillars rise His big breast to the tempest bare, Smit with his country's wounds indignant Carrol stood. Responsive to his tuneful lore, Juverna's ancient harp he bore. Lapp'd the soul in heavenly slumber, Bade youth's impassion'd bosom bleed, Or wak'd the gen'rous mind to high heroic deed! Once through coral groves couldst stray, Thy pristine form reversely twin'd, Lo! still th' uninjur'd mermaid-shape remains; Nor Sol's bright tresses pour'd superior strains. Through ev'ry maze of harmony, The bard (erewhile whose magic measures Steep'd the tearful lid in pleasures, And grac'd the storied hall of chieftains and of king Never more thy birthright boast; Basely sold and ever lost; Henceforth shall glut a rav'ning host. Fiends of slaughter, say if yet Martyr'd peace be in your debt; Not enough of carnage, say ; The father's wither'd breast explor'd? The peasant tribe, an easy prey; The bold-fac'd thief, th' assassin dark; HYMN TO BEAUTY. MISTRESS of magic wiles, whose humid glance, So oft my breast have steep'd in heav'nly trance, Still let thy charming agonies invade; O'er Plato's sapient thought 'twas thou didst stream Visions of joy and philosophic bliss; And sweetest still has been the poet's dream, Nectareous flavour'd by a fragrant kiss. Whence doth bright Painting cull her graceful line, Her glowing tints, her captivating dyes; And whence the poet form his fair design; But from th' inspiring lustre of thine eyes? Those heaving hillocks where twin-strawb'ries grow, Though flutt'ring Loves the blissful confines keep, Insatiate let me print their yielding snow, And press the pouting cherry on thy lip. Askance pale Care, a wither'd crone, may view But still to youth and youthful passion true, Be mine the transport prudence would destroy. |