With those who, scatter'd far, perchance deplore, Mine eyes admire, my heart adores thee still, And seem to whisper, as they gently swell, And unremember'd by the world beside. September 2nd, 1807. LINES INSCRIBED UPON A CUP FORMED FROM A SKULL. START not-nor deem my spirit fled : I lived, I loved, I quaff'd, like thee: Than nurse the earth-worm's slimy brood; And circle in the goblet's shape The drink of gods, than reptile's food. Where once my wit, perchance, hath shone, And when, alas! our brains are gone, Quaff while thou canst: another race, Why not-since through life's little day Newstead Abbey, 1808. ON REVISITING HARROW.* HERE once engaged the stranger's view, Deeply she cut-but not erased, The characters were still so plain, That Friendship once return'd, and gazed,- Repentance placed them as before; Thus might the record now have been: • These lines were suggested by finding the names of himself and a friend, which had been cut as a memorial, erased by that friend on account of some offence taken. "The recording angel dropp'd a tear upon the word as he wrote it, and blotted it out for ever."-Sterne's Story of Lefevre. |