BRITONS! although our task is but to shew 70 LINES SPOKEN ON THE DEATH For her, the royal flower, low laid in dust, That was your fairest hope, your fondest trust. That ev'n these walls, ere many months should pass, Perhaps had witness'd her benignant brow, Cheer'd by the voice you would have raised on high, In bursts of British love and loyalty. But, Britain! now thy chief, thy people mourn, And Claremont's home of love is left forlorn :- Torn from an agonized husband's side, Who "long as Memory holds her seat" shall view That speechless, more than spoken last adieu, The sacred march, and sable-vested wall,- On thine existence, beautiful and brief. 72 ON THE DEATH of the PRINCESS CHARLOTTE. Fair spirit! send thy blessing from above A sorrowing, but a soul-ennobling zeal- And loftiest principles of England's breast! Still may thy name speak concord from the tomb- To paint-yet feel it, Britons, in your hearts! LINES ON RECEIVING A SEAL WITH THE CAMPBELL CREST, FROM K. M—, BEFORE HER MARRIAGE. THIS wax returns not back more fair Th' impression of the gift you send, Than stamp'd upon my thoughts I bear The image of your worth, my friend! We are not friends of yesterday ;— But poet's fancies are a little Disposed to heat and cool, (they say,)— By turns impressible and brittle. |