THE SONG OF POLYPHEMUS.

O, RUDDIER than the cherry!
O, sweeter than the berry!
O, Nymph more bright
Than moonshine night!

Like kidlings blithe and merry!

Ripe as the melting cluster!
No lily has such lustre!

Yet hard to tame

As raging flame;

And fierce as storms that bluster!

THE POET AND THE ROSE.

'Go, rose, my CHLOE's bosom grace!
How happy should I prove,
Might I supply that envied place
With never-fading love!

There, Phoenix-like, beneath her eye,

Involved in fragrance, burn and die!

'Know, hapless flower! that thou shalt find

More fragrant roses there!

I see thy with'ring head reclined

With envy and despair!

One common fate we both must prove!
You die, with envy; I, with love!'

SWEET WILLIAM'S FAREWELL

TO BLACK-EYED SUSAN.

ALL in the Downs the Fleet was moored,
The streamers waving in the wind,
When black-eyed SUSAN came aboard.

'O, where shall I my True Love find?
Tell me, ye jovial sailors! tell me true,
If my sweet WILLIAM sails among the crew?'

WILLIAM, who, high upon the yard, Rocked with the billow to and fro, Soon as her well-known voice he heard, He sighed, and cast his eyes below. The cord slides swiftly through his glowing hands; And, quick as lightning, on the deck he stands.

So the sweet lark, high poised in air,
Shuts close his pinions to his breast
(If, chance, his mate's shrill call he hear),
And drops at once into her nest.

The noblest Captain in the British Fleet
Might envy WILLIAM's lip, those kisses sweet!

'O, SUSAN! SUSAN! lovely Dear! My vows shall ever true remain! Let me kiss off that falling tear;

We only part to meet again!

Change as ye list, ye winds! my heart shall be
The faithful compass, that still points to thee!

'Believe not what the landmen say!

Who tempt with doubts thy constant mind.
They'll tell thee, "Sailors, when away,
In ev'ry port a Mistress find!"

Yes! Yes! believe them, when they tell thee so;
For thou art present wheresoe'er I go!

'If to far India's coast we sail,

Thy eyes are seen in di'monds bright! Thy breath is Afric's spicy gale!

Thy skin is ivory so white!

Thus ev'ry beauteous object that I view,
Wakes in my soul some charm of lovely SUE!

'Though battle call me from thy arms;
Let not my pretty SUSAN mourn!

Though cannons roar; yet, safe from harms,
WILLIAM shall to his Dear return!

Love turns aside the balls that round me fly,
Lest precious tears should drop from SUSAN's eye!'

The Boatswain gave the dreadful word:
The sails their spreading bosom spread.
No longer must she stay aboard.

They kissed. She sighed. He hung his head. Her lessening boat unwilling rows to land. 'Adieu!' she cries; and waved her lily hand.

"TWAS when the seas were roaring
With hollow blasts of wind,

A Damsel lay deploring,

All on a rock reclined.
Wide o'er the rolling billows
She cast a wistful look;

Her head was crowned with willows
That tremble o'er the brook.

'Twelve months are gone and over,
And nine long tedious days;
Why didst thou, vent'rous Lover!
Why didst thou trust the seas?
Cease, cease, thou cruel ocean!
And let my Lover rest!

Ah! what's thy troubled motion
To that within my breast?

'The merchant, robbed of pleasure, Sees tempests in despair;

But what's the loss of treasure
To losing of my Dear!
Should you, some coast be laid on,
Where gold and di'monds grow,
You'd find a richer Maiden ;
But none that loves you so!

'How can they say, That Nature
Has nothing made in vain?
Why then, beneath the water,
Should hideous rocks remain?
No eyes the rocks discover,
That lurk beneath the deep,
To wreck the wand'ring Lover;
And leave the Maid to weep!'

All melancholy lying,

Thus wailed She for her Dear; Repaid each blast with sighing,

Each billow with a tear. When, o'er the white wave stooping, His floating corpse she spied;

Then, like a lily drooping,

She bowed her head, and died.