[86] Where grateful oft the big drops start. Letter, 1794. shall] does MS. O (c). [90-3] Ah! doubly blest, if Love supply Lustre to this now heavy eye, And with unwonted Spirit grace That fat[32:A] vacuity of face. Or if e'en Love, the mighty Love Shall find this change his power above; Some lovely maid perchance thou'lt find To read thy visage in thy mind. MS. O, MS. O (c). [32:A] The Author was at this time, _aetat._ 17, remarkable for a plump face. MS. O (c). [96-7] But if thou pour one votive lay For humble, &c. Letter, 1794. [96] Not in Letter. [101] adown Life's tide MS. O, MS. O (c). [102-3] Not in Letter, 1794. A WISH[33:1] WRITTEN IN JESUS WOOD, FEB. 10, 1792 Lo! through the dusky silence of the groves, Thro' vales irriguous, and thro' green retreats, With languid murmur creeps the placid stream And works its secret way. Awhile meand'ring round its native fields 5 It rolls the playful wave and winds its flight: Then downward flowing with awaken'd speed Embosoms in the Deep! Thus thro' its silent tenor may my Life Smooth its meek stream by sordid wealth unclogg'd, 10 Alike unconscious of forensic storms, And Glory's blood-stain'd palm! And when dark Age shall close Life's little day, Satiate of sport, and weary of its toils, E'en thus may slumbrous Death my decent limbs 15 Compose with icy hand! 1792. FOOTNOTES: [33:1] First published in 1893, from _MS. Letter to Mary Evans_, Feb. 13 [1792]. AN ODE IN THE MANNER OF ANACREON[33:2] As late, in wreaths, gay flowers I bound, Beneath some roses Love I found; And by his little frolic pinion As quick as thought I seiz'd the minion, Then in my cup the prisoner threw, 5 And drank him in its sparkling dew: And sure I feel my angry guest Fluttering _his wings_ within my breast! 1792. FOOTNOTES: [33:2] First published in 1893, from _MS. Letter_, Feb. 13 [1792]. TO DISAPPOINTMENT[34:1] Hence! thou fiend of gloomy sway, That lov'st on withering blast to ride O'er fond Illusion's air-built pride. Sullen Spirit! Hence! Away! Where Avarice lurks in sordid cell, 5 Or mad Ambition builds the dream, Or Pleasure plots th' unholy scheme There with Guilt and Folly dwell! But oh! when Hope on Wisdom's wing Prophetic whispers pure delight, 10 Be distant far thy cank'rous blight, Demon of envenom'd sting. Then haste thee, Nymph of balmy gales! Thy poet's prayer, sweet May! attend! Oh! place my parent and my friend 15 'Mid her lovely native vales.