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LINES FOR A LADY'S ALBUM.
When Spring enamels with each early flower,
Here may our Petrarchs many a Laura charm, Praise the soft dimple, or the fine-turn'd arm; Here may our Sapphos many a flow'ret bring, From Tempe’s valley, or Castalia’s spring ; And when the Fates prepare their awful spear,
Nor youth nor beauty can the bosom cheer;
As Nature whispers “ from the stage retire,” Nor love nor friendship can the minstrel fire;
Should former dreams of happiness return,
(When at pale midnight, wintry tapers burn ;) If pensive thoughts o'er his cold relics stray, Recall the festive scenes, of many a blissful day. LINES UPON A PORTRAIT,
AFTER READING THE NINETEENTH CANTO OF ARIOSTO.
“ The fair outside
“Past times rush in upon me, with that face,
When Medor carv'd Angelica's fair name,
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The Cyprian Queen well knew such records fail,
Like adamant, those firm impressions rest;
Of temper, manners, and of virtue join'd,
With hasty wing, tho' all those pleasures flew,
Forbear to sigh, despondingly-adieu !
And to our closing scene, some fairy palace build.
ADDRESSED BY A LADY TO A GENTLEMAN,
EMBARKING FOR INDIA, UPON WHOSE HIGHLAND UNIFORM
SHE HAD DROPPED A RING.
“ Che dolce piu, che piu giocondo stato,
“ Che retrovarsi in servitu d'Amore ?”
The tune of a ballad, or scent of a flower,
May recall the remembrance of some festive hour ;
Or perchance will awaken, by touching the chain,
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Dropp'd a ring-gallant youth ! the best signal of love, When sanction’d by truth, and approv’d from above ; It reveals she would quit both each parent and friend, Your health to enliven, your sickness attend;
Thro' Scotia's wild mountains and forests would roam,
Where Spey's rapid torrents, and water-falls foam;
When the tumult of camps, and of senates is o'er;
When the trophies you gain'd in Iberia and Gaul,
Each companion in arms, a warm welcome should find,
And the vetran give sorrow and care to the wind.
* The ruins of Dunbar Castle, where Bothwell conveyed Queen Mary.