CXIII. TRANSLATION. THAT charming Paleness that o'erclouding threw my ravisht heart to meet it flew. 2. Each angel-look, each condescending grace Who from my side my faithful Friend would tear? ANON. CXIV. COLERIDGE. (VI.) ΤΟ BOWLES. MY heart has thankd thee, BOWLES, for those soft strains Whose sadness soothes me, like the murmuring Of wild Bees in the sunny showers of Spring; For hence not callous to the Mourner's pains 2. Through Youth's gay prime and thornless paths I went. And when the darker Day of Life began, And I did roam, a thought-bewilder'd Man, Their mild and manliest Melancholy lent 3. A mingled Charm, which oft the pang consign'd As made the Soul enamor'd of her Woe. No common praise, dear Bard, to thee I owe. CXV. HENRY HOWARD; EARL OF SURREY. SUMMER. ELEGIAC. THE soote Season that bud and bloom forth brings The Hart hath hung his old head on the pale; The Fishes fleete with new repayred scale: The Adder all her slough away she flinges; The swift Swallow pursueth the flies smalle. The busy Bee her honey how she minges! Winter is worne that was the floures bale. And thus I see among these pleasant things Eche care decays;—and yet my sorrow springs. From "PETRARCA;" a Selection of SONNETS. 1804. CXVI. JAMES JENNINGS. DESIRE OF SOLITUDE. OFT have I mixt the gaudy World among : Departing joys to melody of Song :— 2. Oft where the mighty, affluent, and great, The sense where every outward good combin'd 3. Pours forth, at once, a gust of sensual joy :- Not studious over much, but when alone EUROP. MAG. Anno 1794. I have ventured to transpose a word in the last line: where “haply” immediately preceded “hope.” CXVII. SHAKESPERE. REFLECTION ON THE DESTRUCTIVE POWER OF TIME. WHEN I have seen by TIME's fell hand defac'd 2. When I have seen the hungry Ocean gain 3. When I have seen such interchange of State, Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate That Time will come and take my Love away. This thought is as a Death: which cannot choose But weep to have that which it fears to lose *. In this beautiful line SHAKESPERE afterward, like HOMER and VIRGIL, borrow'd from himself. C. L. |