4. Let him, who from thy neck unbound Restring the chords, renew the clasp. 5. When thou wert changed, they alter'd too; The chain is broke, the music mute: "Tis past-to them and thee adieu— False heart, frail chain, and silent lute. SONNET. TO GENEVRA. THINE eyes blue tenderness, thy long fair hair, When from his beauty-breathing pencil born, The Magdalen of Guido saw the morn— Such seem'st thou--but how much more excellent! With nought Remorse can claim-nor Virtue scorn. SONNET. TO GENEVRA. THY cheek is pale with thought, but not from woe, And into mine my mother's weakness rush, Gleams like a seraph from the sky descending, Above all pain, yet pitying all distress; At once such majesty with sweetness blending, I worship more, but cannot love thee less. INSCRIPTION ON THE MONUMENT OF A NEWFOUNDLAND DOG. WHEN some proud son of man returns to earth, The sculptor's art exhausts the pomp of woe, Not what he was, but what he should have been : Oh man! thou feeble tenant of an hour, Who knows thee well must quit thee with disgust, Thy love is lust, thy friendship all a cheat, Each kindred brute might bid thee blush for shame. Newstead Abbey, Oct. 30, 1808. |