THE RESOLVE.1 IN IMITATION OF AN OLD ENGLISH POEM-1809. My wayward fate I needs must plain, I loved, and was beloved again, So it was quickly gone; No more I'll bask in flame so hot, Not maid more bright than maid was e'er My fancy shall beguile, By flattering word, or feigned tear, No more I'll call the shaft fair shot, Till it has fairly flown, Nor scorch me at a flame so hot;— I'll rather freeze alone. 1 [Published in the Edinburgh Annual Register of 1808.] Each ambush'd Cupid I'll defy, In cheek, or chin, or brow, I'll lightly hold the lady's heart, I'll steal my breast to beauty's art, The flaunting torch soon blazes out, Such gem I fondly deem'd was mine, And glow'd a diamond stone, I'll darking dwell alone. No waking dreams shall tinge my thought Shall tangle me again : No more I'll pay so dear for wit, I'll live upon mine own, Nor shall wild passion trouble it,— I'll rather dwell alone. And thus I'll hush my heart to rest,— "Thy loving labour's lost; Thou shalt no more be wildly blest, To be so strangely crost: The widow'd turtles mateless die, They seek no loves-no more will I--- EPITAPH.1 DESIGNED FOR A MONUMENT IN LICHFIELD CATHEDRAL, AT THE BURIAL-PLACE OF THE FAMILY OF MISS SEWARD. AMID these aisles, where once his precepts show'd The heavenward pathway which in life he trode, For him, for them, a Daughter bade it rise, Still wouldst thou know why o'er the marble spread, In female grace the willow droops her head; 1 [Edinburgh Annual Register, 1809.] |