2. The recollection seems alone Dearer than all the joys I've known Though pain, 'tis still a pleasing pain, 3. My pensive memory lingers o'er 4. As when one parent spring supplies Two streams which from one fountain rise, Together join'd in vain; How soon, diverging from their source, 5. Our vital streams of weal or woe, Now swift or slow, now black or clear, 6. Our souls, my friend! which once supplied 7. 'Tis mine to waste on love my time, For sense and reason (critics know it) 8. Poor LITTLE! sweet, melodious bard! 9. And yet, while Beauty's praise is thine, * These stanzas were written soon after the appearance of a severe critique, in a northern review, on a new publication of the British Anacreon, Repine not at thy lot: Thy soothing lays may still be read, 10. Still I must yield those worthies merit, Bad rhymes, and those who write them; I really will not fight them*. 11. Perhaps they would do quite as well Now, 2 12. I must return to you; And sure apologies are due: In truth, dear in fancy's flight I soar along from left to right; My muse admires digression. A bard (horresco referens) defied his reviewer to mortal combat. If this example becomes prevalent, our periodical censors must be dipped in the river Styx; for what else can secure them from the numerous host of their enraged assailants? 13. I think I said 't would be your fate May regal smiles attend you! 14. Yet since in danger courts abound, From snares may saints preserve you! 15. Not for a moment may you stray O'er roses may your footsteps move! 16. Oh! if you wish that happiness And virtues crown your brow, Be still as you were wont to be, Be still as you are now. 17. And though some trifling share of praise, ANSWER TO SOME ELEGANT VERSES SENT BY A FRIEND TO THE AUTHOR, COMPLAINING THAT ONE OF HIS DESCRIPTIONS WAS RATHER TOO WARMLY DRAWN. "But if any old lady, knight, priest, or physician, CANDOUR compels me, BECHER! to commend These lines were printed in the private volume, and in the first edition of Hours of Idleness, but afterwards omitted.-ED, + Imprudent. In the private volume, unworthy.—ED. Private volume, sole.-ED. + Wild. |