And when we bid adieu to youth, That world corrupts the noblest soul. Ah, joyous season! when the mind Not so in Man's maturer years, With fools in kindred vice the same, Such is the common lot of man: Can we then 'scape from folly free? Can we reverse the general plan, Nor be what all in turn must be? No; for myself, so dark my fate But thou, with spirit frail and light, Alas! whenever folly calls Where parasites and princes meet, (For cherish'd first in royal halls, The welcome vices kindly greet,) Ev'n now thou'rt nightly seen to add To join the vain and court the vroud. There dost thou glide from fair to fair, That taint the flowers they scarcely taste. But say, what nymph will prize the flame What friend for thee, howe'er inclined, In time forbear; amidst the throng No more so idly pass along; Be something, any thing, but-mean. 1808. LINES INSCRIBED UPON A CUP FORMED FROM A SKULL.9 START not-nor deem my spirit fled: I lived, I loved, I quaff'd, like thee: : Fill up-thou canst not injure me; The worm hath fouler lips than thine. Better to hold the sparkling grape, 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, Quaff while thou canst: another race, Why not? since through life's little day Newstead Abbey, 1808. WELL! THOU ART HAPPY.10 WELL! thou art happy, and I feel Thy husband's blest-and twill impart When late I saw thy favourite child, I kiss'd it, and repress'd my sighs And they were all to love and me. Mary, adieu! I must away: While thou art blest I'll not repine; But near thee I can never stay; My heart would soon again be thine. I deem'd that time, I deem'd that pride, My heart in all,-save hope,-the same. Yet was I calm: I knew the time My breast would thrill before thy look; But now to tremble were a crime We met, and not a nerve was shook. I saw thee gaze upon my face, Yet meet with no confusion there: One only feeling could'st thou trace; The sullen calmness of despair. Away! away! my early dream Remembrance never must awake: Oh where is Lethe's fabled stream? November 2, 1809.11 INSCRIPTION ON THE MONUMENT OF A NEWFOUNDLAND DOG.12 WHEN Some proud son of man returns to cartlı, While man, vain insect! hopes to be forgiven, Who knows thee well must quit thee with disgust, Thy love is lust, thy friendship all a cheat, Each kindred brute might bid thee blush for shame. Newstead Abbey, November 30, 1808. TO A LADY, ON BEING ASKED MY REASON FOR QUITTING ENGLAND IN THE SPRING. WHEN Man, expell'd from Eden's bowers, Each scene recall'd the vanish'd hours, But, wandering on through distant climes, And found in busier scenes relief. Thus, lady will it be with me, And I must view thy charms no more; For, while I linger near to thee, I sigh for all I knew before. In flight I shall be surely wise, I cannot view my paradise Without the wish of dwelling there.15 December 2, 1808. |