THE CASTAWAY. OBSCUREST night involv'd the sky, Th’ Atlantic billows roard, When such a destin'd wretch as I, Wash'd headlong from on board, Of friends, of hope, of all bereft, His floating home for ever left. No braver chief could Albion boast, Than he, with whom he went, Nor ever ship left Albion's coast, With warmer wishes sent. He lov'd them both, but both in vain, Nor him beheld, nor her again. Not long beneath the whelming brine, Expert to swim, he lay; Nor soon he felt his strength decline, Or courage die away ; But wag'd with death a lasting strife, Supported by despair of life. He shouted; por his friends had fail'd To check the vessel's course, That, pitiless, perforce, Some succour yet they could afford; And, such as storms allow, Delay'd not to bestow : Nor, crnel as it seem'd, conld he Their haste himself condemn, Alone could rescue them; He long survives, who lives an hour In ocean, self-upheld; llis destiny repellid; At length, his transient respite past, His comrades, who before Could catch the sound no more; No poet wept him; but the page Of narrative, sincere, Is wet with Anson's tear; I therefore purpose not, or dream, Descanting on his fate, A more enduring date: No voice divine the storm allay'd, No light propitious shone; We perish'd, each alone : SONNET TO CHARLES DIODATI. CHARLES-and I say it wond'ring—thou must know, That I, who once assum'd a scornful air, And scoff'd at love, am fallen in his snare,(Full many an upright man has falln 80.) Yet, think me not thus dazzled by the flow Of golden locks, or damask cheek : more rare The heart-felt beauties of my foreign fair : A mien majestic, with dark brows, that show The tranquil lustre of a lofty mind; Words exquisite-of idioms more than one, And song, whose fascinating pow'r might bind, And, from her sphere, draw down the lab'ring moon; With such fire-darting eyes, that, should I fill ODE TO PEACE. Come, peace of mind, delightful guest! Return, and make thy downy nest, Once more, in this sad heart : Nor riches I nor power pursue, Nor hold forbidden joys in view : We therefore need not part. Where wilt thou dwell, if not with me, And pleasure's fatal wiles ? The banquet of thy smiles ? The great, the gay, shall they partake The heaven that thou alone canst make ? And wilt thou quit the stream, That murmurs through the dewy mead, The grove, and the sequester'd shed, To be a guest with them? For thee I panted, thee I priz'd, Whate'er I lov'd before; Farewell! we meet no more ? HUMAN FRAILTY. WEAK and irresolute is man; The purpose of today, To-morrow rends away. The bow well bent, and smart the spring, Vice seems already slain; And it revives again. Some foe to his upright intent Finds out his weaker part; Virtue engages his assent, But pleasure wins his heart. T is here the folly of the wise Through all bis heart we view; And, while his tongue the charge devies, His conscience owns it true. Bound on a voy'ge of awful length, And dangers little known, Man vainly trusts his own. But oars alone can ne'er prevail, To reach the distant coast; The breath of Heav'n must swell the sail, Or all the toil is lost. |