TO MY RIVAL. TELI me, poor Rival! tell me why, By many a prayer her favour wooing? Dost thou not mark, how deaf an ear In vain her face and form you praise; Each gem that Earth's dark caves contain My Lelia still would mine remain, And proudly spurn thy dazzling offer! No! never shalt thou triumph o'er Her heart, for me with passion glowing! One smile of mine she prizes more Than boundless wealth of thy bestowing. What madness in thy soul would dwell! As fond she clasps her arms around me ; To see me on her breast recline, Entranc'd in more than mortal pleasure, While from her lips she showers on mine Of kisses her ambrosial treasure. Then soft she breathes th' impassion'd vow"Dearest! no time our bands shall sever'; "For, truly as I love thee now, "So truly will I love thee ever. Yes, my belov'd, thy Lelia lives "For thee alone; nor wilt thou doubt me; "Yes, all that e'er existence gives, "Is cold and valueless without thee!" More close to mine her lovely form Quit then, poor Rival! quit a chace Yet, still mayst thou pursue my fair, IGNOTO. STANZAS. WRITTEN DURING A STORM, A. D: 1804 BY W. PRESTON, ESQ. WHAT Demons wing the troubled air, Ye fearful Ministers of Death, Who plough the billows with portentous breath? Oh, rage ye thus, that man may find An image of the mortal coil, That agitates the general mind, That dies, with blood, full many a soil; While vain Philosophy, and Pride, With mad Ambition swell Confusion's tide? Again, again, the pealing storm! To stain the wintry flood, with gore, The songs of death I hear you sing, Intestine wars, and flame and dearth; Again I understand that yell Ye call the ships from Gallia's coast"Waft-hither waft the dogs of hell, "Imprison'd, for a day we boast, "To keep the matchless naval host, "That Albion's conquering thunder bear; "To fill th' astonish'd world with awe and fear." If led by destinies of ill, That human prudence may not mar, What blood shall stream! what flames shall burn! |