Corinth a Tragedy And Other Poems

of thy virtues rare. Relentless fate denied the boon Thy worth first taught my heart to crave; It crush'd affection's flower at noon, Its blossoms deck thy early grave. Though rudely pluckt from nature's soil, 'Twill flourish e'en within thy tomb ; Whence, freed from earthly care and toil, With thee 't will rise to endless bloom ! ON HEARING OF A LITTLE POEM WRITTEN BY THE DAUGHTER OF SIR NATHANIEL PEACOCKE, AT THE AGE OF NINE YEARS. To cheer thee in life's chequer'd scene, Sweet girl! do the muses combine ; And a wreath for thy juvenile brow Early genius and fancy entwine ! May virtue's ineffable grace Thy talents improve and refine ; May science thy footsteps attend, And her beautiful blossoms be thine. Pursue thy poetical taste: New lustre 't will add to thy bloom; And in sorrow, which Heaven avert, It will aid to enlighten the gloom. Let truth and sweet hope be thy theme : Teach man, whatsoever be given, That happiness dwelleth not here; The Christian must seek it in heaven! 1809. " Loin de moi, loin d'ici, portez vos soupirs: " Dc 1'amour jc n'cn veux ni les peines ni les plaisirs.' No peace the restless heart can know Where love usurps tyrannic power; The wretched sport of varied woe, It ne'er can boast one peaceful hour. It flutters like imprison'd bird, That vainly beats the cage's wire ; Or, moth-like, heedless and absurd, A willing victim courts the fire....