From my eye flows no tear, from my lips fall no curses, I blast not the fiends, who have hurl'd me from bliss, For poor is the soul which bewailing rehearses, Its querulous grief, when in anguish like this-- 3. Was my eye, 'stead of tears, with red fury flakes bright'ning. Would my lips breathe a flame, which no stream could assuage, On our foes should my glance launch in vengeance its lightning, With transport my tongue give a loose to its rage. 4. But now tears and curses alike unavailing, Would add to the souls of our tyrants delight; Could they view us, our sad separation bewailing, Their merciless hearts would rejoice at the sight. 5. Yet still though we bend with a feign'd resignation, Life beams not for us with one ray that can cheer, Love and hope upon earth bring no more consolation, In the grave is our hope, for in life is our fear. 6. Oh! when, my ador'd, in the tomb will they place me, Since in life, love and friendship, for ever are fled, If again in the mansion of death I embrace thee, Perhaps they will leave unmolested--the dead. 1805. * * * * * 1. When I hear you express an affection so warm, Ne'er think, my belov'd, that I do not believe, For your lip, would the soul of suspicion disarm, And your eye beams a ray, which can never deceive. 2. Yet still, this fond bosom regrets whilst adoring, That love like the leaf, must fall into the sear, That age will come on, when remembrance deploring, Contemplates the scenes of her youth, with a tear. 3. That the time must arrive, when no longer retaining Their auburn, these locks must wave thin to the breeze. When a few silver hairs of those tresses remaining, Prove nature a prey to decay, and disease. 4. 'Tis this, my belov'd, which spreads gloom o'er my features Tho' I ne'er shall presume to arraign the decree; Which God has proclaim'd as the fate of his creatures, In the death which one day will deprive me of thee. 5. No jargon of priests o'er our union was mutter'd, To rivet the fetters of husband and wife; By our lips, by our hearts, were our vows alone utter'd, To perform them, in full, would ask more than a life. 6. But as death my belov'd, soon or late, shall o'ertake us, And our breasts which alive with such sympathy glow, Will sleep in the grave, till the blast shall awake us, When calling the dead, in earth's bosom laid low. 7. Oh! then let us drain, while we may, draughts of pleasure, Which from passion like ours will unceasingly flow; Let us pass round the cup of love's bliss in full measure, And quaff the contents as our nectar below. 1805. * * * * * ON A DISTANT VIEW OF THE VILLAGE AND SCHOOL OF HARROW ON THE HILL. 1806.