Poetical works, including the dramas of Wallenstein, Remorse, and Zapolya . limber elf,Singing, dancing to itself,A fairy thing with red round cheeksThat always finds, and never seeks,Makes such a vision to the sightAs fills a fathers eyes with light;And pleasures flow in so thick and fastUpon his heart, that he at lastMust needs express his loves excessWith words of unmeant tis pretty to force togetherThoughts so all unlike each other;To mutter and mock a broken charm,To dally with wrong that does no harm. 74 CHRISTABEL. Perhaps tis tender too and pretty At each wild word t
Poetical works, including the dramas of Wallenstein, Remorse, and Zapolya . limber elf,Singing, dancing to itself,A fairy thing with red round cheeksThat always finds, and never seeks,Makes such a vision to the sightAs fills a fathers eyes with light;And pleasures flow in so thick and fastUpon his heart, that he at lastMust needs express his loves excessWith words of unmeant tis pretty to force togetherThoughts so all unlike each other;To mutter and mock a broken charm,To dally with wrong that does no harm. 74 CHRISTABEL. Perhaps tis tender too and pretty At each wild word to feel within A sweet recoil of love and pity. And what, if in a world of sin (O sorrow and shame should this be true!) Such giddiness of heart and brain Comes seldom save from rage and pain, So talks as its most used to do. PROSE IN RHYME: OR, EPIGRAMS, MORALITIES, AND THINGSWITHOUT A NAME. In many ways does the fall heart reveal The presence of the love it would conceal; But in far more th estranged heart lets know The absence of the love, which yet it fain would shew*. DUTY SURVIVING SELF-LOVE, THE ONLY SURE FRIEND OF DECLINING LIFE. A SOLILOQUY. Unchanged within to see all changed without, Is a blank lot and hard to bear, no doubt. Yet why at others Wanings shouldst thou fret? Then only mightst thou feel a just regret, Hadst thou withheld thy love or hid thy light In selfish forethought of neglect and slight. O wiselier then, from feeble yearnings freed, While, and on whom, thou mayst—shine on! nor heedWhether the object by reflected lightReturn thy radiance or absorb it quite :And though thou notest from thy safe recessOld Friends burn dim, like lamps in noisome air,Love them for what they are : nor love them less,Because to thee they are not what they were. 78 PHANTOM OR FACT? PHANTOM OR FACT ? A DIALOGUE IN VERSE. AUTHOR. A lovely form there sate beside my bed,And such a feeding calm its presence shed,A tender Love so pure from earthly leavenThat I unnethe the fancy mi
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