The WREATH and the CHAIN SONG. "I ne'er on that lip for a minute have gaz'd" TO HIS SERENE HIGHNESS the DUKE of MONTPENSIER The PHILOSOPHER ARISTIPPUS to a Lamp which was given him by LAIS. . 196 To Mrs. BL-HD. Written in her Album LINES written on leaving PHILADElphia "That wrinkle, when first. I espied it," ANACREONTIC, "She never look'd so kind before" To Mrs. "Is not thy mind a gentle mind ?” LINES written at the Coнos, or FALLS of the MOHAWK RIVER LIBRARY. Leadenhall EPISTLE I. St ΤΟ LORD VISCOUNT STRANGFORD. ABOARD THE PHAETON FRIGATE, OFF THE AZORES, BY MOONLIGHT. 1 SWEET WEET Moon! if like Crotona's sage', By any spell my hand could dare To make thy disk its ample page, And write my thoughts, my wishes there; The recollection, kind and sweet, Pythagoras; who was supposed to have a power of writing upon the Moon by the means of a magic mirror. See Bayle, Art. Pythag. Sex Ersela The reveries of fond regret, The promise, never to forget, Oh STRANGFORD! when we parted last, To turn to rapture all we knew! When, mingling lore and laugh together, We lean'd the book on Pleasure's bowl, And turn'd the leaf with Folly's feather! I little thought that all were fled, That, ere that Summer's bloom was shed, My eye should see the sail unfurl'd That wafts me to the Western World! But, oh! 'twas time—in youth, awhile, To cool the season's burning smile, |