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ELL me no more of pointed darts, Of flaming eyes, and bleeding hearts,
The hyperboles of love!
Why call me angel! why divine!
Can-such deceit prevail ? For shame! forbear this common rule, 'Tis low, 'tis insult, calls me fool:
With me 'twill always fail.
Would you obtain my honest heart,
Pay homage to my mind:
Nor leaves a rose behind,
Let then your open manly sense
And to my worth be true :
But those I find in you.
I envy not the proud their wealth,
Their equipage and state;
I ask not to be great.
I in this sweet retirement find
A joy unknown to kings;
Seem vain and empty things.
Great Cincinnatus at his plough,
With brighter lustre shone, Than guilty Cæsar e'er could shew,
Though seated on a throne.
Tumultuous days and restless nights,
Ambition ever knows,
Of study and repose.
Then free from envy, care, and strife,
Keep me, ye powers divine ;
May I that life resign.
DEAR is my little native vale,
The ring-dove builds and warbles there;
To ev'ry passing villager.
In orange groves and myrtle bow'rs,
That breathe a gale of fragrance round,
With my loud lute's romantic sound;
The shepherd's horn at break of day,
The ballet danc'd in twilight glade ;
Sung in the silent greenwood shade.
Ask me why I send you here,
Ask me why this flower doth show
ON THE BATTLE OF SABLA.
[From the Arabic.]
[CARLYLE.] SABLA, thou saw'st th' exulting foe
În fancied triumphs crown'd; Thou heard'st their frantic females throw
These galling taunts around :
“ Make now your choice,- the terms we give,
“Desponding victims, hear; “ These fetters on your hands receive,
“Or in your hearts the spear."
“ And is the conflict o'er," we cried, 6 And lie we at your
feet? 66 And dare you vauntingly decide
“ The fortune we must meet?
A brighter day we soon shall see,
Tho' now the prospect lowers, And conquest, peace, and liberty
Shall gild our future hours.
The foe advanc'd :-in firm array
We rush'd o'er Sabla's sands, And the red sabre mark'd our way
Amidst their yielding bands.
Then, as they writh'd in death's cold grasp,
We cried, “Our choice is made, These hands the sabre's hilt shall clasp,
Your hearts shall have the blade”