FROM THE SAME.

BATHED in the fresh'ning dew of night Roses blush a softer light;

So blush thy lips from many a kiss Snatch'd in a long, long night of bliss, Blush, and steal a tint more bright

From thy skin of snowy white:

Thus violets shed a purer blue

Held in some hand of lily hue ;
Thus early-ripening cherries glow,
'Mid blossoms white that later blow,
When Summer drest in garlands sweet
And dew-eyed Spring together meet.
Ah must I leave thee, while I sip
Thy soul embodied on thy lip;
Then let thy pulpy lip retain
That dewy glow, till night again
Bring me, while others sink to rest,
To wake in raptures on thy breast.
But should those lovely lips of thine
Ere then bless any lips but mine,

Pale may they turn ! as deadly pale As I should turn to know thee frail!

TO LYDIA.

FROM GALLUS.

LOVELY Lydia, lovely maid,

Either rose in thee's display'd;

Roses of a blushing red

O'er thy lips and cheeks are shed;

Roses of a paler hue

In thy fairer charms we view

Now thy braided hair unbind;

Now luxuriant, unconfined

Let thy wavy tresses flow,
Tresses bright, of burnish'd glow.
Bare thy ivory neck, my fair,
Now thy snowy shoulders bare;
Bid the vivid lustre rise

In thy passion-streaming eyes:
See the lucent meteors gleam,

See! they speak the wishful flame:

And how gracefully above,

Modell'd from the bow of Love

Are thy arching brows display'd,
Soft'ning in a sable shade.

Let a warmer crimson streak

The velvet of thy downy cheek;
Let thy lips, that breathe perfume,
Deeper purple now assume:
Give me little billing kisses,
Intermixt with murmuring blisses;
Soft, my love-my angel, stay--
Soft!--you suck my breath away;
Drink the life-drops of my heart;
Draw my soul from every part;
Scarce my senses can sustain
So much pleasure, so much pain.

Hide thy broad, voluptuous breast;

Hide that balmy heaven of rest;
See! to feast th' enamour'd eyes,

How the snowy hillocks rise;
Parted by the luscious vale,
Whence luxurious sweets exhale,
Nature framed thee but t' inspire
Never-ending fond desire !

Again, above its envious vest,
See! thy bosom heaves confest.
Hide the rapturous dear delight,
Hide it from my ravish'd sight,
Hide it,--for through all my soul
Tides of madd'ning transport roll;
Heaving now th' impassion'd sigh,
See me languish, see me die!

Tear not from me, then, thy charms; Snatch, oh! snatch me to thy arms;

With a life-inspiring kiss,

Wake my sinking soul to bliss.

CUPID ROBBED.

FROM JULIUS ANGERIANUS.

As fast beside a murmuring stream,

In blissful visions Cupid lay,

Chloe, as she softly came,

Snatch'd his golden shafts away.

From place to place in sad surprize
The little angry godhead flew:
Trembling in his ruddy eyes

Hung the pearly drops of dew.

So on the rose, in blooming May,
When purple Phœbus rises bright,

Liquid gems of silver lay,

Pierc'd with glittering streams of light.

Fair Venus with a tender languish,

Smiling, thus her son addrest,

As he murmur'd out his anguish

Trembling on her snowy breast:

"Peace, gentle infant, I implore,
"Nor lavish precious tears in vain ;
"Chloe, when the jest is o'er,

"Brings the useless shafts again.

"Can Chloe need the shafts of love, "Young, blooming, witty, plump and fair? " Charms and raptures round her move, "Murmuring sighs and deep despair.