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So to mankind, in darkness lost,
The beam of ardour dies.
Thou sinkest into rest ;
TO THE MUSE.
WRITTEN AT THE AGE OF FOURTEEN.
ILL-FATED maid, in whose unhappy train Chill poverty and misery are seen,
Anguish and discontent, the unhappy bane Of life, and blackener of each brighter scene.
Why to thy votaries dost thou give to feel
With apathy's invulnerable steel,
to heal ?
Ah! who would taste your self-deluding joys, That lure the unwary to a wretched doom,
That bid fair views and flattering hopes arise, Then hurl them headlong to a lasting tomb?
What is the charm which leads thy victims on
To persevere in paths that lead to woe?
In which innumerous before have gone,
Yet can I ask what charms in thee are found; I, who have drunk from thine ethereal rill,
And tasted all the pleasures that abound Upon Parnassus' loved Aonian hill? [thrill!
I, through whose soul the Muses' strains aye Oh! I do feel the spell with which I'm tied ;
And though our annals fearful stories tell, How Savage languish’d, and how Otway died, Yet must I persevere, let whate'er will betide.
Why should I blush to own I love?
Why should I seek the thickest shade,
HARK! how the merry bells ring jocund round,
Anon they thunder loud
Wafted in varying cadence, by the shore
A day of jubilee,
And lo! the rural revels are begun,
On the smooth shaven green
Alas! regardless of the tongue of Fate,
Who now are in their graves
And that another hour, and they must fall
Beneath the silent sod,
Yet why should thoughts like these intrude to scare
To smile upon us here,
Mortals! be gladsome while ye have the power,
In time the bell will toll
I to the woodland solitude will bend
There will I ponder on the state of man,
This day of jublilee
And I will cast my fond eye far beyond
Shall rock above the sod,
TO THE WIND, AT MIDNIGHT.
Not unfamiliar to mine ear,
My shuddering casement loud
With fitful force ye beat.
And when the passing gale
TO THE HARVEST MOON.
Cum ruit imbriferum ver :
Moon of Harvest, herald mild
Where Innocence and Peace reside! 'Tis thou that gladd'st with joy the rustic throng, Promptest the tripping dance, the exhilarating