Her lips blash deeper sweets; she breathes of youth; The shining moisture swells into her eyes, look, Down-cast, and low, in meek submission drest, But full of guile. Let not the fervent tongue, Prompt to deceive, with adulation smooth, Gain on your purpos'd will. Nor in the AND let th' aspiring youth beware of love, Of the smooth glance beware; for 'tis too late, 980 When on his heart the torrent-softness pours. Then wisdom prostrate lies, and fading fame Dissolves in air away; while the fond soul, Wrapt in gay visions of unreal bliss, Still paints th' illusive form; the kindling grace; Th'inticing smile; the modest-seeming eye, 986 Beneath whose beauteous beams, belying heaven, Lurk searchless cunning, cruelty, and death: And still, false-warbling in his cheated ear, Her syren voice, enchanting, draws him 990 To guileful shores, and meads of fatal joy. on EVEN présent, in the very lap of love Inglorious laid; while music flows around, Perfumes, and oils, and wine, and wanton Rache in each thought, by restless musing fed, Prone into ruin, fall his scorn'd affairs. 'Tis nought but gloom around: The darken'd sun Loses his light. The rosy-bosom'd Spring 1006 To weeping Fancy pines; and yon bright arch, Contracted, bends into a dusky vault. thought, every ΙΟΙΟ Fills every sense, and pants in every vein. Books are but formal dulness, tedious friends; And sad amid the social band he sits, Lonely, and unattentive. From the tongue Th' unfinish'd period falls: while borne away, 1015 On swelling thought, his wafted spirit flies To the vain bosom of his distant fair; And leaves the semblance of a lover, fix'd In melancholy site, with head declin'd, And love-dejected eyes. Sudden he starts, 1020 Shook from his tender trance, and restless runs To glimmering shades, and sympathetic glooms; Where the dun umbrage o'er the falling stream, Romantic, hangs; there thro' the pensive dusk Strays, in heart-thrilling meditation lost, 1025 Indulging all to love: or on the bank Thrown, amid drooping lillies, swells the breeze D With sighs unceasing, and the brook with tears. Thus in soft anguish he consumes the day, Nor quits his deep retirement, till the Moon 1030 Peeps thro' the chambers of the fleecy east, Enlighten'd by degrees, and in her train. Leads on the gentle hours; then forth he walks, ་་ Beneath the trembling languish of her beam, With soften'd soul, and wooes the bird of eve 1035 To mingle woes with his: or while the world And all the sons of Care lie hush'd in sleep, 1050 And in black colours paint the mimic scene. Oft with th' enchantress of his soul he talks; Sometimes in crowds distress'd; or if retir'd Το secret-winding flower enwoven bo wers, 1055 Far from the dull impertinence of man, how, Thro' forests huge, and long untravel'd heaths 1069 With desolation brown, he wanders waste, In night and tempest wrapt; or shrinks aghast, Back, from the bending precipice; or wades The turbid stream below, and strives to reach The farther shore; where succourless, and sad, 1065 She with extended arms his aid implores; But strives in vain: borne by th' outrageous flood To distance down, he rides the ridgy wave Corroding every thought, and blasting all 1075 |