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Louisa: A Funereal Wreath.
LOUISA : A FUNEREAL WREATH .
Said to b .-wiueo 0 / li'i n . it :..::,., rt . e r ' reiicii ConuiKinr . cr , „ diVna Ink-. SON KPT I . O YE groves ! where so oft with LOUISA I've stray'd , [ shade!—Then , lovely thy grottos and grateiul ' . hy Alas ! ivith LOUISA no longer I stray ,
But lonely I wander , and woeful my lay ; For , my Love i lament , in the dust lowly laid— [ .. IttK ' e . And thy grots are ungrateful , and sad is thy Thy songsters , late warbling the lovelabot'r'd lay , . [ spray ; Now droot \ s * dly mute , on the woe-wither'd Save the Nightingale , wailing her tviduiv'd
esta'e , [ her '" ate . And the Dove , lonely mourner ! bemoaning Oh ! ruthless the sportsman that aiili'd the fell blow ! [ law Oh ! Fate , cruel Fate ! thus to lay my Love But where , O ye groves ! are the myrtles so gay , [ brief day ? Where blest with LOUISE oft I pass'd the
. Sad the scene I survey , and no myrtle I see , But each shade , each dun shade seems a cypress to me ! [ laid- — For my Lo \ eI lament , in the dust lowly And sad are thy songsters , funereal thy shade !
Sonnet Ii.
SONNET II .
O I HEAVY and sore fell the storm on my head 1 From their wint ' ry caves bursting , the warring winds groan ! Nor a shrub kindly tender ' c ! a sheltering shade , As thro' the wide desart I wandcr'd alone ! A myrtle at length cheer'd my languishing
vie ; ' . ' ;— [ itgretv ' l On tiie blighted heath lonely , but lovel y O sweetest oi' myrtles that e ' er b ' uom'd on ground ! [ thy fair shade ! How I biess'd ! how I prais'd I how I lov'd And while thy fond branches enfolded me round , [ head . Unheeded the tempest pass'd over my
But a bh . st , a fell blast from the fatal East bleu-, [ threw ! And ruthless , alas ! my lov'd Myrtle u'er-Kov . ' he ' . vy and sere falls the storm on my head ! ¦ From their wint'ry caves bursting , the w . iv m ; 5 wiiwis gretm ! Nor a hrub kindly tenders a sheltering
shr : c [ . ' , [ alone . As thro' Life's weary desart I wander Oh ! Louis 11 my Love ! how severe is the bla . c I Oh ! my Love ! Oh ! LOUISA !—untimely laid low !
Lines, Add11essed To A Young Lady,
LINES , ADD 11 ESSED TO A YOUNG LADY ,
OCCASIONED BY THE DEATH OF AN AFFECTIONATE WIFE . LHE brilliant tear in Virtue's eye , The force of generous sympathy , Sooths the mind oppress'd with care , Suspends the fcrceof paleCespair : What tho" keen anguish rends my heart ,
Since I have lost my better part , Yet her blestsriril dwells above , Where glows the source of endless love : Wou'd I then wish here to be , In st . ite . (' chequer'd misery ? Lite's brightest views no . . ov impart . Without pure rectitude of lieirt : Gay smiling Innocence and Truth , Tlie sweet companions of thv youth , True inward peace of mind bestow , , And make each scene with beauty glow .
On Eternity.
ON ETERNITY .
TRANSISN T as the glow-worm ' s fire . Are the objects tve admire ; Like th' ephemeron seen in May . Scarce existing through a day ; Like the sun ' s reflected beam , Glitterittg on the lucid stream ; Like the meteor in the sky , Pleasure strikes ihe gazing eye ;
Trii ! es shill we thus pursue , Dread eternity in view ? When each radiant orb of light Shall be sunk in endless night , And our better part shall be In state of joy or misery .
Sonnet.
SONNET .
THE . purest love which fondest hopes could ten r , In early days stole o'er my youthful frame ; Regard more ardent , passion more sincere , Esteem more pure , did Lover ne'er proclaim . The gentle graces of her form and mind
, Whose image love imprinted on my heart , E ' en with iny growth , expanded , unconfin'd , Th ^ re solely reign'd , pervading every part . Cherisli'd v . irh rare , and fosier'd unre " strn ' m'cl , „ Ur . check'd beneath the fair Eliza ' s eye , I thought the object of my seul attain'd
Anticipated years of ecstacy . Ah sad reverse ! the victim now 1 prove Of pure , unalterable , hopeless . Love . Brighton .
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Louisa: A Funereal Wreath.
LOUISA : A FUNEREAL WREATH .
Said to b .-wiueo 0 / li'i n . it :..::,., rt . e r ' reiicii ConuiKinr . cr , „ diVna Ink-. SON KPT I . O YE groves ! where so oft with LOUISA I've stray'd , [ shade!—Then , lovely thy grottos and grateiul ' . hy Alas ! ivith LOUISA no longer I stray ,
But lonely I wander , and woeful my lay ; For , my Love i lament , in the dust lowly laid— [ .. IttK ' e . And thy grots are ungrateful , and sad is thy Thy songsters , late warbling the lovelabot'r'd lay , . [ spray ; Now droot \ s * dly mute , on the woe-wither'd Save the Nightingale , wailing her tviduiv'd
esta'e , [ her '" ate . And the Dove , lonely mourner ! bemoaning Oh ! ruthless the sportsman that aiili'd the fell blow ! [ law Oh ! Fate , cruel Fate ! thus to lay my Love But where , O ye groves ! are the myrtles so gay , [ brief day ? Where blest with LOUISE oft I pass'd the
. Sad the scene I survey , and no myrtle I see , But each shade , each dun shade seems a cypress to me ! [ laid- — For my Lo \ eI lament , in the dust lowly And sad are thy songsters , funereal thy shade !
Sonnet Ii.
SONNET II .
O I HEAVY and sore fell the storm on my head 1 From their wint ' ry caves bursting , the warring winds groan ! Nor a shrub kindly tender ' c ! a sheltering shade , As thro' the wide desart I wandcr'd alone ! A myrtle at length cheer'd my languishing
vie ; ' . ' ;— [ itgretv ' l On tiie blighted heath lonely , but lovel y O sweetest oi' myrtles that e ' er b ' uom'd on ground ! [ thy fair shade ! How I biess'd ! how I prais'd I how I lov'd And while thy fond branches enfolded me round , [ head . Unheeded the tempest pass'd over my
But a bh . st , a fell blast from the fatal East bleu-, [ threw ! And ruthless , alas ! my lov'd Myrtle u'er-Kov . ' he ' . vy and sere falls the storm on my head ! ¦ From their wint'ry caves bursting , the w . iv m ; 5 wiiwis gretm ! Nor a hrub kindly tenders a sheltering
shr : c [ . ' , [ alone . As thro' Life's weary desart I wander Oh ! Louis 11 my Love ! how severe is the bla . c I Oh ! my Love ! Oh ! LOUISA !—untimely laid low !
Lines, Add11essed To A Young Lady,
LINES , ADD 11 ESSED TO A YOUNG LADY ,
OCCASIONED BY THE DEATH OF AN AFFECTIONATE WIFE . LHE brilliant tear in Virtue's eye , The force of generous sympathy , Sooths the mind oppress'd with care , Suspends the fcrceof paleCespair : What tho" keen anguish rends my heart ,
Since I have lost my better part , Yet her blestsriril dwells above , Where glows the source of endless love : Wou'd I then wish here to be , In st . ite . (' chequer'd misery ? Lite's brightest views no . . ov impart . Without pure rectitude of lieirt : Gay smiling Innocence and Truth , Tlie sweet companions of thv youth , True inward peace of mind bestow , , And make each scene with beauty glow .
On Eternity.
ON ETERNITY .
TRANSISN T as the glow-worm ' s fire . Are the objects tve admire ; Like th' ephemeron seen in May . Scarce existing through a day ; Like the sun ' s reflected beam , Glitterittg on the lucid stream ; Like the meteor in the sky , Pleasure strikes ihe gazing eye ;
Trii ! es shill we thus pursue , Dread eternity in view ? When each radiant orb of light Shall be sunk in endless night , And our better part shall be In state of joy or misery .
Sonnet.
SONNET .
THE . purest love which fondest hopes could ten r , In early days stole o'er my youthful frame ; Regard more ardent , passion more sincere , Esteem more pure , did Lover ne'er proclaim . The gentle graces of her form and mind
, Whose image love imprinted on my heart , E ' en with iny growth , expanded , unconfin'd , Th ^ re solely reign'd , pervading every part . Cherisli'd v . irh rare , and fosier'd unre " strn ' m'cl , „ Ur . check'd beneath the fair Eliza ' s eye , I thought the object of my seul attain'd
Anticipated years of ecstacy . Ah sad reverse ! the victim now 1 prove Of pure , unalterable , hopeless . Love . Brighton .