THE isles of Greece! the isles o
Where burning Sappho loved and su
Where grew the arts of war and pea
Where Delos rose, and Phoebus spr
Eternal summer gilds them yet,

Kind Reader! take your choice to
Here HAROLD lies, but where’s h
If such you seek, try Westminster
Ten thousand just as fit for him a
Athens

Sweet girl! though only once we me
That meeting I shall ne’er forget
And though we ne’er may meet again
Remembrance will thy form retain.
I would not say, ‘I love,’ but st

They say that Hope is happiness;
But genuine Love must prize the p
And Memory wakes the thoughts tha
They rose the first—they set the l
And all that Memory loves the mos

Oh! could Le Sage’s demon’s gift
Be realized at my desire,
This night my trembling form he’d
To place it on St. Mary’s spire.
Then would, unroof’d, old Granta’

I would I were a careless child,
Still dwelling in my Highland cav
Or roaming through the dusky wild,
Or bounding o’er the dark blue wav
The cumbrous pomp of Saxon pride,

Oh, Anne, your offences to me hav
I thought from my wrath no atoneme
But woman is made to command and d
I look 'd in your face, and I alm
I vow’d I could ne’er for a momen

Huzza! Hodgson, we are going,
Our embargo’s off at last;
Favourable breezes blowing
Bend the canvass o’er the mast.
From aloft the signal’s streaming,

Posterity will ne’er survey
A nobler grave than this:
Here lie the bones of Castlereagh
Stop, traveler—

Remember thee! remember thee!
Till Lethe quench life’s burning
Remorse and shame shall cling to t
And haunt thee like a feverish dre
Remember thee! Aye, doubt it not.