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Poetry.
And light as thine , that fond heart beat , When to his arms I was consign'd , And saw him kneeling at my feet , And call'd me dear , and good , and kin ' . "When still amidst my father ' s walls , My happy moments fled away , And pleasure revell'd in the halls , For he was tender—I was gay .
Heav ' n crown'd our bliss : one lovely boy Was granted to our eager pray'r , His father ' s pride , his mother ' s joy , _ And more than that fond mother fair . O ' . I have watch'd my lovely child , As in his cradled pomp he slept , And o ' er his angel graces mild , In fulness of delight have wept :
And I have mark'd each op ' ning grace , As the dear being rose to youth ; Seen warm expression fill his face , Foretelling future sense and truth . And round my neck his little arms He oft would throw with weeping love ; And sooth me with ten thousand charms , From eyes more mild than mildest dove .
And he would sob , and bid me live For his , though not his father ' s sake : . Ah ! dearest friend , these tears forgive : Tears , tears will flow from hearts that break . Triarfather lov'd me not ; 'twas o ' er , The spell of novelty . was gone ; He came not near lonelbow ' r
my y , Or came to rend my heart alone . Sunk on a harlot's cruel breast , His ceas'd to beat for God and me , rid all by her vile aris possess'd , Was driven to deeds of cruelty .
O , mark the end!—she tore away My last , last comfoi t from my soul ; No time can blot that dreadful day , No years , tho' many o ' er me roll . And now , by stealth I wander where Among those trees the proud tow'rsrise Where lives that lovelycreature dear , Who soon no more shall meet my eyes .
Ah I prison'd there , his youth decays ; His smiles , his freshness , all are gone ,-Within his eye no spirit plays , Nought shines but agony alone . He bends to earth—and frantic , wild , De ^ p'raie , I haunt the cruel place , And , roving , a » k to see my child ,
But once to feel one fond embrace .. The rain beats oft , the storm shrieks round , They drench and drive my houseless form ; But nought can force me from that ground , While iu my heart the parent ' s warm . I watch at morn , I watch at night , Beneath the casement void and drear : 1 watch lo the last gleam of light , To see his angel form appear .
And sometimes , like a restless ghost , He seems . to flit before my eyes ; Then all the fortitude I boast Gives way before impassion'd sighs . I stretch my arms—while scalding tears Kain o ' er my face—he comes no more He seems to fly in trembling fears , For they would fling me from their door .
He flies , for he must fly—but O ! Hishealth , his youth , his peace , are gone In one cold grave we bo : h shall know That peace , till then for ever flown ! SriiiNi
LINES . ADDRESSED TO EMMA . SWEET maid , th'enraptur'd lover cries , For you alone ihese ardent sighs . Now swell my breast ,
Disturb my rest , And wreck my peace of mir . d ; Thy lures , too sure , have wen my heart , And Cupid ihere hasaim'd his dart , For which no cure I'll find . Did'st thou but know the pangs I feel , Which nought but thee alone can heal , Thy tender heart
Might then in-. part Some hopes . to ease my soul . O lovely maid , Oh fair divine I All , ' all my votive soul is thine !' Ah , thine without controul . Thy constant swain bewails his lot , Far from his Emma ' s happy cot ; He strives in vain
To ease that pain , And set his bosom free . His throbbing heart still owns thy sway . And hour to hour , and day to day , Kis thoughts are all on thee . At night , oft at the moon I gaze , And contemp late its watery rays ;
Its feeble light Gives awe to night , And mediiation peace ; My mind can then luxurious view Thy tranquil heart , and hopes renew , Then woes a moment cease . R
EPIGRAM . ' THE instant , ' cried Richard , ' I find the sweei maid , [ display'd , On whose rosy-ting'd cheek is fair virtue Who is free from all artfulcoquettish vain
, , pride , [ my bride . That moment I'll make the dear channel ' If , till then , ' answer'd Will , ' youihmk fit to tarry , Lmarry-I doubt , my dear fellow , you never wu-
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Poetry.
And light as thine , that fond heart beat , When to his arms I was consign'd , And saw him kneeling at my feet , And call'd me dear , and good , and kin ' . "When still amidst my father ' s walls , My happy moments fled away , And pleasure revell'd in the halls , For he was tender—I was gay .
Heav ' n crown'd our bliss : one lovely boy Was granted to our eager pray'r , His father ' s pride , his mother ' s joy , _ And more than that fond mother fair . O ' . I have watch'd my lovely child , As in his cradled pomp he slept , And o ' er his angel graces mild , In fulness of delight have wept :
And I have mark'd each op ' ning grace , As the dear being rose to youth ; Seen warm expression fill his face , Foretelling future sense and truth . And round my neck his little arms He oft would throw with weeping love ; And sooth me with ten thousand charms , From eyes more mild than mildest dove .
And he would sob , and bid me live For his , though not his father ' s sake : . Ah ! dearest friend , these tears forgive : Tears , tears will flow from hearts that break . Triarfather lov'd me not ; 'twas o ' er , The spell of novelty . was gone ; He came not near lonelbow ' r
my y , Or came to rend my heart alone . Sunk on a harlot's cruel breast , His ceas'd to beat for God and me , rid all by her vile aris possess'd , Was driven to deeds of cruelty .
O , mark the end!—she tore away My last , last comfoi t from my soul ; No time can blot that dreadful day , No years , tho' many o ' er me roll . And now , by stealth I wander where Among those trees the proud tow'rsrise Where lives that lovelycreature dear , Who soon no more shall meet my eyes .
Ah I prison'd there , his youth decays ; His smiles , his freshness , all are gone ,-Within his eye no spirit plays , Nought shines but agony alone . He bends to earth—and frantic , wild , De ^ p'raie , I haunt the cruel place , And , roving , a » k to see my child ,
But once to feel one fond embrace .. The rain beats oft , the storm shrieks round , They drench and drive my houseless form ; But nought can force me from that ground , While iu my heart the parent ' s warm . I watch at morn , I watch at night , Beneath the casement void and drear : 1 watch lo the last gleam of light , To see his angel form appear .
And sometimes , like a restless ghost , He seems . to flit before my eyes ; Then all the fortitude I boast Gives way before impassion'd sighs . I stretch my arms—while scalding tears Kain o ' er my face—he comes no more He seems to fly in trembling fears , For they would fling me from their door .
He flies , for he must fly—but O ! Hishealth , his youth , his peace , are gone In one cold grave we bo : h shall know That peace , till then for ever flown ! SriiiNi
LINES . ADDRESSED TO EMMA . SWEET maid , th'enraptur'd lover cries , For you alone ihese ardent sighs . Now swell my breast ,
Disturb my rest , And wreck my peace of mir . d ; Thy lures , too sure , have wen my heart , And Cupid ihere hasaim'd his dart , For which no cure I'll find . Did'st thou but know the pangs I feel , Which nought but thee alone can heal , Thy tender heart
Might then in-. part Some hopes . to ease my soul . O lovely maid , Oh fair divine I All , ' all my votive soul is thine !' Ah , thine without controul . Thy constant swain bewails his lot , Far from his Emma ' s happy cot ; He strives in vain
To ease that pain , And set his bosom free . His throbbing heart still owns thy sway . And hour to hour , and day to day , Kis thoughts are all on thee . At night , oft at the moon I gaze , And contemp late its watery rays ;
Its feeble light Gives awe to night , And mediiation peace ; My mind can then luxurious view Thy tranquil heart , and hopes renew , Then woes a moment cease . R
EPIGRAM . ' THE instant , ' cried Richard , ' I find the sweei maid , [ display'd , On whose rosy-ting'd cheek is fair virtue Who is free from all artfulcoquettish vain
, , pride , [ my bride . That moment I'll make the dear channel ' If , till then , ' answer'd Will , ' youihmk fit to tarry , Lmarry-I doubt , my dear fellow , you never wu-