O Kneller! could thy shades and lights express The perfect hero in that glorious dress, Ages to come might Ormond's picture know, And palms for thee beneath his laurels grow; In spite of time thy work might ever shine, Nor Homer's colours last so long as thine. UPON THIS PASSAGE IN THE SCALIGERIANA, Les Allemans ne se soucient pas quel vin ils boivent, pourveu que ce soit vin; ni quel Latin ils parlent, pourveu que ce soit Latin. WHEN you with High-Dutch Heeren dine, ON MY BIRTH-DAY, JULY 21. I, my dear, was born to-day, I, my dear, was born to-day; LOVE DISARMED. BENEATH a myrtle's verdant shade, Still lay the god: the nymph, surprised, The god awaked, and thrice, in vain, He strove to break the cruel chain: And thrice, in vain, he shook his wing, Encumber'd in the silken string. Fluttering the god, and weeping, said, 'Pity poor Cupid, generous Maid, Who happen'd, being blind, to stray, And on thy bosom lost his way; Who stray'd, alas! but knew, too well, He never there must hope to dwell. Set an unhappy prisoner free, Who ne'er intended harm to thee.' To me pertains not (she replies) For harm was meant, and harm to me.' Agreed: secure my virgin heart; E'er since that day the beauteous maid Governs the world in Cupid's stead, Directs his arrows as she wills, Gives grief or pleasure, spares or kills. |