In this life of probation for rapture divine, From him who has worshipp'd at love's gentle shrine, Who kneels to the god, on his altar of light Must myrtle and cypress alternately strew: His myrtle, an emblem of purest delight; His cypress the garland of love's last adieu! DAMÆETAS. Ix law an infant,' and in years a boy, From every sense of shame and virtue wean'd; Versed in hypocrisy, while yet a child; Woman his dupe, his heedless friend a tool; Old in the world, though scarcely broke from school; All I shall therefore say (whate'er I think, is neither here nor there) TO MARION. MARION! why that pensive brow? What disgust to life hast thou? Change that discontented air; Frowns become not one so fair. 'Tis not love disturbs thy rest, Love's a stranger to thy breast; He in dimpling smiles appears, Or mourns in sweetly timid tears, Or bends the languid eyelid down, But shuns the cold forbidding frown. Then resume thy former fire, Some will love, and all admire ; While that icy aspect chills us, Nanght but cool indifference thrills us. Wouldst thou wandering hearts beguile, Smile at least, or seem to smile. Eyes like thine were never meant To hide their orbs in dark restraint; Spite of all thou fain wouldst say, Still in truant beams they play. Thy lips-but here my modest Muse Her impulse chaste must needs refuse: She blushes, curt'sies, frowns-in short she Dreads lest the subject should transport me; And flying off in search of reason, Brings prudence back in proper season. In law every person is an infant who has not attained the age of twenty-one. When I went up to Trinity, in 1805, at the age of seventeen and a half, I was miserable and untoward to a Cegree. I was wretched at leaving Harrow-wretched at Being to Cambridge instead of Oxford-wretched from some vate domestic circumstances of different kinds; and, Consequently, about as unsocial as a wolf taken from the troop-Diary. Mr. Moore adds, "The sort of life which youag Byron led at this period, between the dissipations of Lordon and of Cambridge, without a home to welcome, or even the roof of a single relative to receive him, was but WHO TO A LADY PRESENTED TO THE AUTHOR A LOCK OF HAIR BRAIDED WITH HIS OWN, AND APPOINTED A NIGHT IN DECEMBER TO MEET HIM IN THE GARDEN.3 THESE locks, which fondly thus entwine, |