Raphael, who died in thy embrace, and vies JULIA. Her eye (I'm very fond of handsome eyes) A something in them which was not desire, Her glossy hair was cluster'd o'er a brow Bright with intelligence, and fair and smooth; Her eyebrow's shape was like the aerial bow, Her cheek all purple with the beam of youth, Mounting, at times, to a transparent glow, As if her veins ran lightning! she, in sooth, Possess'd an air and grace by no means common : Her stature tall-I hate a dumpy woman. JULIA IN LOVE. Yet Julia's very coldness still was kind, A little pressure, thrilling, and so bland 'Twas but a doubt; but ne'er magician's wand Wrought change with all Armida's fairy art And if she met him, though she smiled no more, Even innocence itself has many a wile, Even by its darkness; as the blackest sky Itself, 'tis still the same hypocrisy; Then there were sighs, the deeper for suppression, And stolen glances, sweeter for the theft, And burning blushes, though for no transgression, Tremblings when met, and restlessness when left; All these are little preludes to possession, Of which young passion cannot be bereft, And merely tend to show how greatly Love is Embarrass'd at first starting with a novice. JULIA IN TEARS. She ceased, and turn'd upon her pillow; pale Waved and o'ershading her wan cheek, appears Her streaming hair; the black curls strive, but fail, JULIA'S LETTER. 66 They tell me 'tis decided; you depart : I used;-I write in haste, and if a stain I loved, I love you, for this love have lost State, station, heaven, mankind's, my own esteem, And yet cannot regret what it hath cost, So dear is still the memory of that dream; Man's love is of man's life a thing apart, 'Tis woman's whole existence; man may range The court, camp, church, the vessel, and the mart, Sword, gown, gain, glory, offer in exchange Pride, fame, ambition, to fill up his heart, And few there are, whom these can not estrange; Men have all these resources, we but one, To love again, and be again undone. You will proceed in pleasure and in pride, For me on earth, except some years to hide My shame and sorrow deep in my heart's core : These I could bear, but cannot cast aside The passion which still rages as before, My breast has been all weakness, is so yet; To all, except one image, madly blind; And dare not set my seal upon this sheet; My misery can scarce be more complete : I had not lived till now, could sorrow kill: [meet, Death shuns the wretch who fain the blow would And I must even survive this last adieu, And bear with life, to love and pray for you!" KALED. Light was his form, and darkly delicate That brow whereon his native sun had sate, But had not marred, though in his beams he grew, The cheek where oft the unbidden blush shone through; Yet not such blush as mounts when health would All the heart's hue in that delighted glow; But 'twas a hectic tint of secret care That for a burning moment fever'd there; {show And the wild sparkle of his eye seem'd caught From high, and lighten'd with electric thought, Though its black orb those long low lashes' fringe Had temper'd with a melancholy tinge; Yet less of sorrow than of pride was there, Or if 'twere grief, a grief that none should share: If aught he loved, 'twas Lara; but was shown As if 'twas Lara's less than his desire |