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COPIED FROM A SCRAP OF PAPER, WITHOUT A TITLE.
WHERE Missisipi's rapid wave
Around the pile the savage throng
Addressed to a lady who had written in the author's pocket-book,
Swift as a shadow.!”
“ SWIFT as a shadow!"- didst thou say?--
But, tho' I like a shadow flee,
For when the sun deserts the sky,
So light to pass, so soon forgot,
And as the vanish'd shade returns,
ON SEEING A CROSS WORN ON A LADY'S BREAST.
MYSTERIOUS symbol! oft with fervent care Hath meek devotion lowly bow'd the knee, Breath'd with warm sighs the intermingled pray'r, And trac'd the sufferings of her God in thee.
But here unhonour'd and unknown thou art:
Yet claim once more thy honours, and again Shall prostrate crowds thy matchless pow'r obey; For, though no more religion prompts thy reign, Yet beauty rules not with less potent sway.
On Delia's bosom borne, that sacred shrine
For in that bosom where thou lov'st to dwell,
That seat of bliss thy custom'd homage keeps,
Still, mystic talisman! thy post maintain;
Or, should some secret passion nestle there, With friendly magic blunt its pointed sting; Let not one anxious doubt the mansion share, But peace o'ershade it with her downy wing!
SONNET TO DELIA.
That won my
"TWAS not the liquid lustre of thine eye,
Nor thy fine form, to which might ill compare
The * bending statue, nor thy glossy hair, Nor thy cheek ting'd with health and beauty high, Nor yet thy honied lip, nor those bright rows Of pearl, thro' which thy breath more fragrant flows, Than balmy Zephyr when he wooes the May,
heart: for beauties I have known That almost equall'd thine, and have not lov'd!
It was thy gentleness my bosom mov’d, Thy heart to feel for others' miseries prone,
Thy converse sweet, and (unaffected) gay. These shall endure when other charms are past, And while these shall endure, so long my love shall
* “ The bending statue that enchants the world.”