“The gentleman that moves on wires' The youth "with such a frightful frown!" And "that extraordinary gown!" Now characters are much debated, From lips of beauties—after balls! And all those smiling cheeks have flown! Away!-the Rhymer is alone. Thou too, the fairest and the best, Hast fleeted from him with the rest; Thy name he will not, love! unite To the rude strain he pours to-night; Yet often hath he turned away And often hath his earnest eye And often hath his listening ear— But thou art gone!—what doth he here? TO JULIO ON HIS COMING OF AGE JULIO, while Fancy's tints adorn The first bright beam of manhood's morn, The cares of boyhood fleet away Like clouds before the face of day; And see, before your ravished eyes New hopes appear, new duties rise, Restraint has left his iron throne, And Freedom smiles on twenty-one. Count o'er the friends whom erst you knew With mincing gait and foreign air Which damsel hath the merrier eye, And shifts the Brummel's varying hue And hence the motley crowd, whoe'er And, such is Fashion's empty fame, The peasants gape in still amaze; The field unploughed, the ox unyoked, The farmer's mouth with pudding choked, The sexton's vest of decent brown, Right justly may the youthful squire |