Part 23 (1/2)

Too well those lovely lips disclose The triumphs of the opening Rose; O fair! O graceful! bid them prove As pa.s.sive to the breath of Love.

In tender accents, faint and low, Well-pleased I hear the whispered ”No!”

The whispered ”No”--how little meant!

Sweet Falsehood that endears Consent!

For on those lovely lips the while Dawns the soft relenting smile, And tempts with feigned dissuasion coy The gentle violence of Joy.

?1794.

NOT AT HOME

That Jealousy may rule a mind Where Love could never be I know; but ne'er expect to find Love without Jealousy.

She has a strange cast in her ee, A swart sour-visaged maid-- But yet Love's own twin-sister she, His house-mate and his shade.

Ask for her and she'll be denied:-- What then? they only mean Their mistress has lain down to sleep, And can't just then be seen.

?183O.

NAMES

[FROM LESSING]

I ask'd my fair one happy day, What I should call her in my lay; By what sweet name from Rome or Greece; Lalage, Nesera, Chloris, Sappho, Lesbia, or Doris, Arethusa or Lucrece.

”Ah!” replied my gentle fair, ”Beloved, what are names but air?

Choose thou whatever suits the line; Call me Sappho, call me Chloris, Call me Lalage or Doris, Only, only call me Thine.”

_Morning Post_, August 27,1799.

TO LESBIA

Vivamus, mea Lesbia, atque amemus.--CATULLUS.

My Lesbia, let us love and live, And to the winds, my Lesbia, give Each cold restraint, each boding fear Of age and all her saws severe.

Yon sun now posting to the main Will set,--but 'tis to rise again;-- But we, when once our mortal light Is set, must sleep in endless night.

Then come, with whom alone I'll live, A thousand kisses take and give!

Another thousand!--to the store Add hundreds--then a thousand more!