James Thomson. TO MYRA. O thou, whose tender serious eyes The pensive shadows of the grove: O mix the beauteous beams with mine, Ah! 'tis too much! I cannot bear At once so soft, so keen a ray: In pity then, my lovely fair, O turn those killing eyes away! But what avails it to conceal One charm, where nought but charms I see? Their lustre then again reveal, And let me, Myra, die of thee! James Thomson, geb. zu Rorburgh den 11. September 1700. gest. zu Kew Lane, bei Richmond den 27. August 1748. An Myra. O! wie dein Auge, ernst und mild, Und finnender Schatten im Waldesthal! Daß Seel' in Seele überwall", ström' in meins den Zauberschein ! Laß lächeln mir sein Süßes all, Ach! 's ist zu viel! den Strahl, so lind Und doch, in deiner Reize Kranz Thomas Percy's Reliques of Ancient English Poetry. SIR CAULINE. THE FIRST PART. In Ireland, ferr over the sca, The kinge had a ladye to his daughter Syr Cauline loveth her best of all, Ne descreeve his counsayl to no man, |