WOMAN. A FRAGMENT. WOMAN! thou loveliest gift that here below (1818.) MUNITO. FROM A POEM ON DOGS. THOUGH great Spadille, or that famed Prince of Loo, All-conquering Pam, turn backward from his view, Swift in the noble chase, Munito tracks Happy were men, if thus in graver things (1818.) LINES IN VOLTAIRE'S CHARLES XII. 245 LINES WRITTEN IN THE FIRST LEAF OF VOLTAIRE'S 66 HISTOIRE DE CHARLES XII." THOU little Book, thy leaves unfold Thy vein is noble; meet and fit Thy tales are sweet, but they renew Thou bidd'st me think upon the hours When Susan's voice of tenderness When study wore its fairest dress, Alas! too soon before mine eye Was spread the page of ancient lore; Too soon that meeting fleeted by, Too soon those dreams of bliss were o'er. I look on thee, and think again Upon those halcyon days of gladness, Ye friends with whom I may not be, Ye forms that I have loved and left, What pleasure now shall beam on me, Of home and of your smiles bereft ? My lot and yours are parted now; Long weeks must pass, ere I may greet Ere I may fly again to meet A cousin's smile, a sister's kiss. (ETON, 1820.) TO FLORENCE. LONG years have passed with silent pace, And unremembered-save by thee! So long bewailed-so dearly prized. When gifts of love are doubly dear; You gave it-and one tender leaf Glistened the while with Beauty's tear. A tear-oh, lovelier far to me, Shed for me in my saddest hour, Than bright and flattering smiles could be, In courtly hall or summer bower. |