COMPOSED WHILE SWIMMING. DELIGHTING toil! with arm of conscious pride, I dash away the waves, whose envious force Then wheresoe'er my future course shall lay, O let not thus my course be swept away. Aye leave a deathless track along the tide of time! ON THE PAVILION AT BRIGHTON. IMPERIAL Palace, that art seen to smile In Eastern splendour, on our English land, They bask in moonlight beauty, while Romance Then shall mine erring fancy rove anew And deem awhile their false enchantments true, That charm thro'out the night, and vanish with the morn! |