"Angels with envious eyes have seen, Heaven gave to earth Loud echo rent the joyful skies: "Sweet visitant, with us remain; "Where'er you smile, Misfortune flies, "And Heaven enraptures all the plain. "Hail, to thee, Fame; "Long may'st thou claim They sung; the cloudy mists retire; From sickly fears The fair appears. Hail, golden years! TRANSLATED FROM SAPPHO. WELL may the happy youth rejoice, Who, to thy arms a welcome guest, Hears the soft musick of thy voice, And on thy smiles may freely feast. COLLEGE EXERCISES. As gods above, securely blest, He envies not the throne of Jove ; Endearing graces win his breast, And sweetly charm him into love. Ah, adverse fate! unhappy hour! Quick flames enkindle in my veins; My colour, like the lily, fades; Rude tremours seize my throbbing frame; A gelid sweat my limbs pervades, And strives to quench the vital flame; My quivering pulse forgets to play; Enraged, confused, I faint away! ODE TO WINTER, No fragrance fills the playful breeze; No flowers the fields adorn: But bare and leafless are the trees, And dreary is the lawn. For bliss-destroying Winter reigns, The Lapland tyrant of the plains. The crystal lakes unruffled stream, Whose surface in the solar beam, Shone with the smile of heaven; Chilled by cold Winter's frigid sway, Reflect no more the face of day! The nymphs no longer trip the field, And sylvan Pleasure's voice is hushed; And the sweet roseate dye, Which on the cheek of Nature blushed, No more delights the eye. Oh! thus the cheek of Beauty fades, When wintry age its bloom pervades ! Adorned by every grace; The pearls, that deck the dewy shade, Fairer confess her face. The sun has spots, the rose has thorns, The sparkling, soft, cerulean eye; The sun has spots, &c. The frozen veins of age have felt New youth in Eden grove; Her smiles, like spring, the frost can melt, The sun has spots, &c. The monarch quits his dazzling throne, And seeks her rural lot, To find in her a richer crown; A palace in a cot! The sun has spots, &c. While toy-enamoured eyes admire Her virtues brighter joys inspire, And softer honours claim. The sun has spots, &c. Her charms the noblest laurel prove, Perennial garlands twine. The sun has spots, &c. When Cupid all his darts has hurled, And Hymen's flambeau lights the world The sun has spots, &c. To her, sweet nymph, the captive soul, Pours forth its votive lay; 'Tis bliss to own her soft control; 'Tis rapture, to obey. The sun has spots, the rose has thorns, And poisons mix with love; But every spotless charm adorns The Lass of Eden grove. |