Poems . rrow re-tained. 72 ON READING LORD BYRONS LINES ONTH E DEATH OF HENRY KIRKE WHITE, IN ENGLISH BARDS AND SCOTCH REVIEWEIIS. Unhappy White I — Ah ! Byron, say not so! 0, may thy spirit be as happy now! Well did an ancient sage the caution breathe, Say not what man is happy, ere his death ! And when Kirke White expired, ah! who could fear,That that pure soul winged not its bright careerTo an exalted, a celestial sphere ?Then say not, Byron, all its promise fairBut sought the grave to sleep for ever there !That noble heart by death was not undone ;Heaven called, not Science slew, her favor
Poems . rrow re-tained. 72 ON READING LORD BYRONS LINES ONTH E DEATH OF HENRY KIRKE WHITE, IN ENGLISH BARDS AND SCOTCH REVIEWEIIS. Unhappy White I — Ah ! Byron, say not so! 0, may thy spirit be as happy now! Well did an ancient sage the caution breathe, Say not what man is happy, ere his death ! And when Kirke White expired, ah! who could fear,That that pure soul winged not its bright careerTo an exalted, a celestial sphere ?Then say not, Byron, all its promise fairBut sought the grave to sleep for ever there !That noble heart by death was not undone ;Heaven called, not Science slew, her favorite son,— ON THE DEATH OF HENRY KIRKE AVHITE. T3 Called him to realms of clear and perfect light,The mysteries of science opened to his sight,Unveiling beauties which the mists of senseEnveloped in thick clouds, obscure and hke an eagle stretched upon the plain,No more on venturous wing to soar like Him who descended from the skiesTo raise man there, Kirke White but fell to rise !. 74 L INCONSTANT. He saw, he admired her, and sought to inspireHer susceptible heart with loves sweetest emo-tion ; He strove to anticipate every desire, And silently paid her the deepest devotion. He saw the deep blush he could call to her cheek,And vainly imagined the conquest his own ; Then heartlessly left her, fresh triumphs to seek,And exult in the victory he thought he had won. But he knew not the spirit of womanly pride Which, though sweetness itself, she could call toher aid; linconstant. 75 She summoned it now, and successfully triedTo forget the impression his falsehood made. He saw, and too late, with remorse and regret,That she viewed him with feelings allied to dis-dain ; He felt that like him she could learn to forget,And neer trifled with womans affections again.
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