FROM THE TURKISH. 1. THE chain I gave was fair to view, 2. These gifts were charm'd by secret spell 3. That chain was firm in every link, But not to bear a stranger's touch; That lute was sweet-till thou could'st think In other hands its notes were such. Let him, who from thy neck unbound VOL. III. R 5. When thou wert changed, they alter'd too; SONNET. TO GENEVRA. THINE eyes' blue tenderness, thy long fair hair, That but I know thy blessed bosom fraught When from his beauty-breathing pencil born, (Except that thou hast nothing to repent) 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 Gleams like a seraph from the sky descending, INSCRIPTION ON THE MONUMENT OF A NEWFOUNDLAND DOG. WHEN some proud son of man returns to earth, Who knows thee well must quit thee with disgust, Thy love is lust, thy friendship all a cheat, Thy smiles hypocrisy, thy words deceit ! By nature vile, ennobled but by name, Each kindred brute might bid thee blush for shame. Newstead Abbey, Oct. 30, 1808. |