Few years have pass’d since thou a
Were firmest friends, at least in
And childhood’s gay sincerity
Preserved our feelings long the sa
But now, like me, too well thou kn

Thy cheek is pale with thought, bu
And yet so lovely, that if Mirth
Its rose of whiteness with the bri
My heart would wish away that rude
And dazzle not thy deep-blue eyes—

The morning watch was come; the ve
Her course, and gently made her li
The cloven billow flashed from off
In furrows formed by that majestic
The waters with their world were a

Dear Doctor, I have read your pla
Which is a good one in its way,­
Purges the eyes and moves the bowe
And drenches handkerchiefs like to
With tears, that, in a flux of gri

If, in the month of dark December
Leander, who was nightly wont
(What maid will not the tale remem
To cross thy stream, broad Helles
If, when the wintry tempest roar’d

In one dread night our city saw, a
Bow’d to the dust, the Drama’s to
In one short hour beheld the blazi
Apollo sink, and Shakspeare cease
Ye who beheld, (oh! sight admired

The roses of Love glad the garden
Though nurtur’d 'mid weeds droppin
Till Time crops the leaves with u
Or prunes them for ever, in Love’
In vain, with endearments, we soot

O! had my Fate been join’d with t
As once this pledge appear’d a tok
These follies had not, then, been
For, then, my peace had not been b
To thee, these early faults I owe

No breath of air to break the wave
That rolls below the Athenian’s g
That tomb which, gleaming o’er the
First greets the homeward-veering
High o’er the land he saved in vai

In the valley of the waters we wep
When the host of the stranger made
And our heads on our bosoms all dr
And our hearts were so full of the
The song they demanded in vain—it