THE DIMPLE. IN bating hooks with tears and smiles On softest couch he now would seek He sees the bloom of Fanny's cheek, There slept he on a fairer bed O Love! in pity now, I pray, Tear from her smile your trace away, Or leave it on her heart. W. E. SURTEES, M. A. DISDAIN RETURNING. He that loves a rosie cheek, But a smooth and stedfast mind, No tears, Celia, now shall win And find nought but pride and scorn; Some Pow'r in my revenge, convey CAREW. THE CONFESSION. THERE is a language by the virgin made, Not read but felt, not utter'd but betray'd, A mute communion, yet so wondrous sweet, Eyes must impart what tongue can ne'er repeat. 'Tis written on her cheeks and meaning brows; In one short glance whole volumes it avows; In one short moment tells of many days, In one short speaking silence all conveys. Joy, sorrow, love, recounts,-hope, pity, fear, And looks a sigh, and weeps without a tear. Oh! 'tis so chaste, so touching, so refined,, So soft, so wistful, so sincere, so kind! Were eyes melodious, shower and could music From orient rays new striking on a flower, Such heavenly music from that glance might rise, And angels own the music of the skies. E. S. BARRET. SWEET ARE THE CHARMS OF HER I LOVE. SWEET are the charms of her I love, To sun-burnt climes, and thirsty plains. True as the needle to the pole, Whose swelling tides obey the moon; The lamb the flowery thyme devours, Of verdant spring, her note renews; Nature must change her beauteous face, As winter to the spring gives place, Death only with his cruel dart, The gentle godhead can remove; And drive him from the bleeding heart To mingle with the bless'd above, Where, known to all his kindred train, He finds a lasting rest from pain. Love, and his sister fair, the soul, Twin-born, from heaven together came: Love will the universe control, When dying seasons lose their name; Divine abodes shall own his power When time and death shall be no more. BOOTH. |