Hush'd every fear, in love repose;
Still to my vows be not unjust!
Suspicion breeds her fancied woes :
They suffer most, who most mistrust.

FEIGN no more, though feign'd, to flout me; Kindness best by truth is bred:

O! if now you meanly doubt me,

All the heaven of bliss is fled!

Lovely are the hopes that blind me;
Beauty's smiles, and Virtue's charms!

Gentle are the ties that bind me
Firmly to thy spotless arms.

Life in me is dead without thee!
Nights nor days I call my own;
Nightly wings my Soul about thee,
Daily breathes for thee alone.

Aн, me !And need I to be told,
That she to all my vows is cold?
Still, that she turns the deafen'd ear
To every sigh; that not a tear

I shed, could yet one transient smart
To her relentless soul impart.

I lov'd-be her's the bitter lot!-
I lov'd the heart that lov'd me not!
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N

LOYAL to Love, nor yet a slave,

The yoke I spurn if once it fetter; Others may joy in chains to rave,

But none-Ah, none! shall love thee better.

Let others then, thy smiles beholding,
Still sigh to find those smiles decoy;
Let others then, thy charms enfolding,
Still revel in deceitful joy.

With me,

each dear delusion ends!

Me ever fated to discover,

Friendly myself, small faith in friends;
In woman less to fix the lover.

THE heart to which I fondly clung,

Exults in me no more;

Chang'd is the softness of that tongue,
Whose language charm'd before;
Sighs still are breath'd, but not for me;
And frowns, where once were smiles, I see.

O beauteous smile! O blissful sigh!

O heart I did adore!

To what kind refuge shall I fly,

Since ye will soothe no more?

Ah! who like Her shall now deceive

A mind still destin'd to believe?

FORGIVE me, if I do not trust
Those eyes of tender blue!
For she was to my hopes unjust,
Who look'd as sweetly true.

Forgive, if caution now denies
The heart's responsive swell!
For hollow were her deepest sighs,
Whom I believ'd so well.

WHEN on thy lips I dwell no more,
Those charms when I no longer see,

Since the few faults I had before,

Dearest! were all through love of thee, Kindly remember me!

When failings can no more offend;

When Time shall bear the dread decree,

And all of human hope shall end

End the fond wish that beats for thee:
Dearest!-remember me!

YES, I will try to love no more;
Of every charm my mind divest,
Forget the name I must adore,
`And lull to apathy my breast!

Though once I could thy fondness claim,
I'll look no anguish in thy face;
Nor, if I clasp thy trembling frame,
Exceed a brother's cold embrace.

Now, when the moonlight path we tread,
While only love the groves resound,
Calm as the silence of the dead-

Not on my tongue shall love be found:

Heavenward I'll gaze; and think that there,
Life's feverish stage of being past,
I yet shall meet thee, sainted Fair !
And fold thee to my soul at last.

END OF VOL. II.

C.WHITTINGHAM, Printer, Dean Street.