Yet o'er his faults his valour still prevail'd, The hero, not the man, my heart assail'd. You too, have doubtless felt, my beauteous friends, What charms to love heroic valour lends! You too will own, if haply time discovers Some imperfections in your valiant lovers; You too will own, Love ne'er so blind is found As when his eyes with laurel wreaths are bound! SYBILLINE VERSES, AT A MASQUERADE. GEORGIANA DUCHESS OF DEVONSHIRE. ENCHANTRESS, Come! my mystic throne ascend, To pow'r like thine no sybil spells pretend Vain are my prophecies of weal or woe To those who thy superior influence know! If my keen sight approaching joy descries, One frown from thee, and joy for ever flies; One smile from thee, and all is happiness! THOMAS LAWRENCE, ESQ. R. A. Painting had claim'd all Lawrence for her own, But Music still to wave her right was loth; When Genius cried-Lawrence was mine alone, But I, too generous, gave him to you both. THE LADY DOUGLAS, OF BOTHWELL CASTLE. So wise, so witty, so belov'd! your state Can ne'er by sybil magic be improv'd; Wou'd you a miracle require of fate, Be then more wise, more witty, more belov'd! THE LADY CREWE. What! has that angel face receiv'd No hurt? has Time forgot his duty? Poor Time! like mortals you're deceiv'd, It is not youth-'tis only beauty! MISS BOUVERIE. Those eyes which now all radiant shed So pure, so blithe a day, Have wept in anguish o'er the bed S Where suff'ring friendship lay: Το prove that still (for art or guile That bosom ne'er came near) Those eyes which beam the brightest smile, Can shed the tend'rest tear. s Mrs. Spencer. |