ALFRED AND JENNET
Yes, let me tell of Jennet, my last child;
In her the charms of all the rest ran wild,
And sprouted as they pleased. Still by my side,
I own she was my favourite, was my pride,
LINES WRITTEN HASTILY (1822)
LINES WRITTEN HASTILY, WHILE IN KING-STREET, MARGATE, IN AUGUST 1822, AND GIVEN TO
MR. FREEMAN OF MINSTER (1822)
Visitor! whoe’er thou art,
Respect the vine, which climbs this door;
If pain or sorrow wring thy heart,
Seek health along the breezy shore.
MAY-DAY WITH THE MUSES (1822)
ROSAMOND’S SONG OF HOPE
Sweet Hope, so oft my childhood’s friend,
I will believe thee still,
For thou canst joy with sorrow blend,
Where grief alone would kill.
When disappointments wrung my heart,5
MAY-DAY WITH THE MUSES (1822)
THE SOLDIER’S HOME
My untried muse shall no high tone assume,
Nor strut in arms;—farewell my cap and plume:
Brief be my verse, a task within my power,
I tell my feelings in one happy hour;
But what an hour was that! when from the main5
MAY-DAY WITH THE MUSES (1822)
THE SHEPHERD’S DREAM: OR, FAIRIES’ MASQUERADE
I had folded my flock, and my heart was o’erflowing,
I loiter’d beside the small lake on the heath;
The red sun, though down, left his drapery glowing,
And no sound was stirring, I heard not a breath:
MAY-DAY WITH THE MUSES (1822)
THE FORESTER
Born in a dark wood’s lonely dell,
Where echoes roar’d, and tendrils curl’d
Round a low cot, like hermit’s cell,
Old Salcey Forest
MAY-DAY WITH THE MUSES (1822)
THE DRUNKEN FATHER
Poor Ellen married Andrew Hall,
Who dwells beside the moor,
Where yonder rose-tree shades the wall,
And woodbines grace the door.
Who does not know how blest, how loved5
MAY-DAY WITH THE MUSES (1822)
THE INVITATION
O for the strength to paint my joy once more!
That joy I feel when Winter’s reign is o’er;
When the dark despot lifts his hoary brow,
And seeks his polar-realm’s eternal snow.
Though black November’s fogs oppress my brain,5
MAY-DAY WITH THE MUSES (1822)
MAY-DAY WITH THE MUSES (1822)
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