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Queen of the night; the filmy shroud
Of many a mild transparent cloud
Hides yet adorns thee-meet disguise
To shield thy blush from mortal eyes.
Full many a maid hath loved to gaze
Upon thy melancholy rays;
And many a fond despairing youth
Hath breathed to thee his tale of truth:
And many a luckless rhyming wight
Hath look'd upon thy tender light,
And spill'd his precious ink upon it,
In Ode, or Elegy, or Sonnet.
Alas! at this inspiring hour
I feel not, I, thy boasted power!
Nor seek to gain thine approbation
By vow, or prayer, or invocation;
I ask not what the vapours are,
That veil thee like a white cymar;
Nor do I care a single straw
For all the stars I ever saw!
I fly from thee, I fly from these,
To bow to earthly Goddesses,
Whose forms in mortal beauty shine,
As fair, but not so cold, as thine!

But this is foolish! Stars and Moon, You look quite beautiful in June; But, when a Bard sits down to sing, Your beauty is a dangerous thing; To muse upon your placid beam One wanders sadly from one's theme, And when weak poets go astray, The stars are more in fault than they.* The Moon is charming! so, perhaps, Are pretty maidens in mob-caps;

"And when weak women go astray, The Stars are more in fault than they."

But, when a Ball is in the case,
They're both a little out of place.

I love a Ball! there's such an air
Of magic in the lustres' glare,
And such a spell of witchery
In all I hear, and all I see,
That I can read in every dance
Some relique sweet of old romance:
As fancy wills, I laugh and smile,
And talk such nonsense all the while,
That when Dame Reason rules again,
And morning cools my heated brain,
Reality itself doth seem

Nought but the pageant of a dream:
In raptures deep I gaze, as now,
On smiling lip, and tranquil brow,
While merry voices echo round,
And music's most inviting sound
Swells on mine ear; the glances fly,
And love and folly flutter high,
And many a fair romantic cheek,
Redden'd with pleasure or with pique,
Glows with a sentimental flush,
That seems a bright unfading blush;
And slender arms before my face
Are rounded with a statue's grace;
And ringlets wave, and beauteous feet
Swifter than lightning part and meet;

Frowns come and go; white hands are press'd,
And sighs are heard, and secrets guess'd,
And looks are kind, and eyes are bright,
And tongues are free, and hearts are light.

Sometimes upon the crowd I look,
Secure in some sequester'd nook,
And while from thence I look and listen,
Though ladies' eyes so gaily glisten,
Though ladies' locks so lightly float,
Though music pours her mellow'd note,

Some little spite will oft intrude,
Upon my merry solitude.

By turns the ever-varying scene
Awakes within me mirth and spleen ;
By turns the gay and vain appear-
By turns I love to smile and sneer,
Mixing my malice with my glee,
Good humour with misanthropy:
And while my raptured eyes adore
Half the bright forms that flit before,
I notice with a little laugh
The follies of the other half.

That little laugh will oft call down,
From matron sage, rebuke and frown;
Little in truth for these I care-
By Momus and his mirth I swear!
For all the dishes Rowley tastes,
For all the paper Courtenay wastes,
For all the punch his subjects quaff,
I would not change that little laugh.*

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Skill'd to deceive our ears and eyes

By civil looks and civil lies,

Skill'd from the search of men to hide
His narrow bosom's inward pride,
And charm the blockheads he beguiles
By uniformity of smiles,

"Hoc ego opertum,

Hoc ridere meum, tam nil, nullâ tibi vendo

Iliade."

PERS.

The County Member, bright Sir Paul,
Is Primo Buffo at the Ball.

;

Since first he long'd to represent
His fellow-men in Parliament,
Courted the coblers and their spouses,
And sought his honours in mud-houses,
Full thirty springs have come and fled
And though from off his shining head
The twin-destroyers, Time and Care,
Begin to pluck its fading hair,
Yet where it grew, and where it grows,
Lie powder's never-varying snows,
And hide the havoc years have made
In kind monotony of shade.

Sir Paul is young in all but years;
And when his courteous face appears,
The maiden wall-flowers of the room
Admire the freshness of his bloom,
Hint that his face has made him vain,
And vow "he grows a boy again;"
And giddy girls of gay fifteen
Mimic his manner and his mien,
And when the supple Politician
Bestows his bow of recognition,
Or forces on th' averted ear
The flattery it affects to fear;

They look, and laugh behind the fan,
And dub Sir Paul "the young old man."

Look! as he paces round, he greets With nod and simper all he meets :— "Ah! ha! your Lordship! is it you? Still slave to beauty and beaux yeux ? Well! well!—and how's the gout, my My dear Sir Charles! upon my word L'air de Paris, since last I knew you Has been Medea's cauldron to you:

Lord?

William! my boy! how fast you grow!
Yours is a light fantastic toe,

Wing'd with the wings of Mercury!
I was a scholar once, you see!

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And how's the mare you used to ride?
And who's the Hebe by your side?-
Doctor! I thought I heard you sneeze!
How is my dear Hippocrates?

What have you done for old John Oates,
The gouty merchant with five votes ?
What! dead! well! well! no fault of yours!
There is no drug that always cures !
Ah! doctor! I begin to break!
And I'm glad of it, for your sake—”

As thus the spruce M. P. runs on, Some quiet dame, who dotes upon His speeches, buckles, and grimace, Grows very eloquent in praise. "How can they say Sir Paul is proud? I'm sure, in all the evening's crowd, There's not a man that bows so low; His words come out so soft and slow; And, when he begg'd me' keep my seat,' He look'd so civil and so sweet.".

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Ma'am," says her spouse, in harsher tone, "He only wants to keep his own."

Her Ladyship is in a huff,

And Miss, enraged at Ma's rebuff,

Rings the alarm in t'other ear:

"Lord! now, Papa, you 're too severe;
Where in the county will you see
Manners so taking and so free?"
"His manners free? I only know
Our votes have made his letters so!"
"And then he talks with so much ease.
And then he gives such promises!"
"Gives promises? and well he may!
You know they're all he gives away!"

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