The youth for whom thy bosom sighs Thou in existence still canst find MRS. OPIE. DRIED be that tear, my gentlest love, Husht be that sigh, be dry that tear, Cease, boding doubt-cease, anxious fear! Dost Dost ask how long my vows shall stay How long, my Delia ? can I say Dried be that tear, be husht that sigh, And does that thought affect thee too, R. B. SHERIDAN. AH! tell me not that jealous fear But while, by giddy fancy led, In search of joy you wildly rove, H 2 Yet Yet soon my anxious fears shall cease; For oh! that day will break my heart. Ir in that breast, so good, so pure, The cause I must not, dare not tell. The grief that on my quiet preys, That rends my heart, that checks my tongue, I fear will last me all my days, But feel it will not last me long. SIR J. MOORE. Too plain, dear youth, these tell-tale eyes My heart your own declare; But for heaven's sake let it suffice You reign triumphant there! From the French. Forbear Forbear your utmost power to try, Could all your arts successful prove, Would you a maid undo Whose greatest failing is her love, Say, would you use that very power To ruin in one fatal hour A life of spotless fame? Resolve not then to do an ill Be you yourself my virtue's guard, Since 'tis a task for me too hard To strive with love and you. SOAME JENYNS. By my sighs you may discover What soft wishes touch my heart; Eyes can speak, and tell the lover What the tongue must not impart. Blushing shame forbids revealing Thoughts your breast may disapprove; STREPHON, when you see me fly Out of love as out of hate : Did I out of hatred run, Less you'd be my pain and care; But the youth I love, to shun, Who can such a trial bear? Who that such a swain did see, Who could love and fly like me? |