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His grief in soothing slumbers
No balmy power could steep; So sweetly flowed his numbers,
The music seemed to weep. Unfeeling sons of folly!
To you the mourner sung, While tender melancholy
Inspired his plaintive tongue :
“Now reigns the moon in splendour,
Amid the heaven serene;
And glitter round their queen:
When I, the still night long, Was wont to pour my passion,
And breathe my soul in song.
“But now, delicious season!
In vain thy charms invite:
I sicken at the sight.
The happiest bird was I,
Or swam the liquid sky.
“In yonder breezy bowers,
Among the foliage green,
În solitude serene:
First fired my ravished eye:
She looked-half kind, half shy!
"My plumes, with ardour trembling,
I fluttered, sighed, and sung ; The fair one, still dissembling,
Refused to trust my tongue :
A thousand arts I tried;
“Deep in the grove retiring
To choose our secret seat, We found an oak aspiring,
Beneath whose mossy feet, Where the tall herbage swelling
Had formed a green alcove, We ailt our humble dwelling,
And hallowed it with love.
“Sweet scene of vanished pleasure !
This day, this fatal day, My little ones, my treasure,
My spouse, were stolen away!
All in a napkin bound;
I fluttered on the ground !
“O man ! beneath whose vengeance
All Nature bleeding lies ! Who charged thine impious engines
With lightning from the skies? Ah! is thy bosom iron ?
Does it thine heart enchain ? As these cold bars environ,
And, captive, me detain
“Where are my offspring tender ?
Where is my widowed mate?Thou guardian Moon ! defend her!
Ye Stars ! avert their fate !
In iron cage, forlorn,
I hear their mother mourn !
“O Liberty! inspire me,
And eagle strength supply! Thou, love almighty! fire me !
I'll burst my prison-or die !" He sung, and forward bounded;
He broke the yielding door ! But with the shock confounded, Fell, lifeless, on the floor !
Farewell, then, Philomela !
Poor martyred bird ! adieu !
Who thinks, who feels, like you:
Amidst a prison's gloom,
But Freedom, or thy tomb !
ODE TO THE EVENING STAR.
HAIL! resplendent Evening Star !
Now thy mild and modest ray
In these calmly pleasing hours,
Softly sliding from thy sphere,
In the circle of this cell
Deign then, gentle Star! to shed Thy soft lustre round mine head : With cheering radiance gild the room, And melt the melancholy gloom. When I see thee, from thy sphere, Trembling like a brilliant tear, Shed a sympathizing ray On the pale expiring day, Then a welcome emanation Of reviving consolation, Swifter than the lightning's dart, Glances through my glowing heart; Soothes my sorrows, lulls my woes In a soft, serene repose, Like the undulating motion Of the deep, majestic ocean,
When the whispering billows glide
But when, through clouds, thy beauteous light
Thus my prison moments gay,
Rise to set the captive free;
SOLILOQUY OF A WATER-WAGTAIL,
ON THE WALLS OF YORK CASTLE.
On the walls that guard my prison,
Swelling with fantastic pride,
I a feathered coxcomb spied :