LOVE'S CAPTIVITY. Bel piacer di un core amante, &c. Metastasio OH sweetest pleasure of a heart that feels THE SAME SUBJECT. SWEET privilege of a loving soul, To own the spell of Love's control, To boast its chains-nor wish them less. Should Reason's voice the bliss commend, How innocent the fond delight! The' enraptured spirit joys to blend The tenderest breathings with the sternest right. SONNET. From Tasso. I WATCH the stars ;- -some walk their gorgeous maze, Some shooting tremulous from Heaven's blue shade Flash like the bright eyes of a joyful maid, When to her beauty loved ones tune their lays: Those stars, they surely love; and, pitying, gaze On our affections, prone as flowers to fade; And pure young joys life's thorny cares invade; Their love is truth-their truth, eternal praise! Were I Leander on the midnight sea, Or tossed adventurer bound to climes unknown, Would ye, bright spirits! grudge your courtesy? May you so shine as ye have ever shone! Do but befriend my hapless bark and meMy compass, Love hath in the rude waves thrown. EPITAPH ON A YOUNG LADY. From the French. FAREWELL! farewell! like flowers that wither, Pain's gentlest tear was Sorrow weeping In the warm tears that Sorrow shed. |