SONNET. WHEN last we parted, thou wert young and fair, Alas! since then, old time has stol'n away The dream of love and youth!--now both are grey, Yet still remembering that delightful day, Tho' time with his cold touch has blanch'd my hair, Since then; tho' I did never think to live As when I lov'd thee young and fair! ON THE KING'S ILLNESS. REST, rest, afflicted spirit, quickly pass Thy hour of bitter suffering! Rest awaits thee, Shall spectre kings rise from their burning thrones And point the vacant seat, and scoffing say, And thou hast knelt at meek religion's shrine With no mock homage, and hast own'd her rights Sacred in every breast; and therefore rise, Affectionate, for thee, the orisons And mingled prayers, alike from vaulted domes, Whence, the loud organ peals, and raftered roofs Of humbler worship. - Still remembering this, A nation's pity and a nation's love Linger beside thy couch, in this the day Of thy sad visitation, veiling faults Of erring judgment, and not will perverse. Yet, oh that thou hadst clos'd the wounds of war! TO MRS. ON RETURNING A FINE HYACINTH PLANT AFTER THE BLOOM WAS OVER. EVEN as a cherish'd daughter leaves her home Blushing and breathing sweets; her home, where, nurs'd With fond attendance every morn and eve, She grew and flourish'd, and put forth her charms In virgin purity; and to that home From the polluted commerce of the world, Returns with faded charms, forlorn and sad, And soil'd and drooping locks in such sad plight Send I your nurseling; breathing now no more not so the maid. TO THE LARK. MOUNT, child of Morning, mount and sing, And gaily beat thy fluttering wing, And sound thy shrill alarms: Bath'd in the fountains of the dew And spreads its earliest charms. Far shower'd around, the hill, the plain And fling their veil aside; While warm with hope and rapturous joy Love swells its notes, and liberty, And youth's exulting pride. G |