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While wand'ring through each broken path, ..
O’er brake and craggy brow; - ;. * While elements exhaust their wrath, Louis
Sweet Florence, where art thou?
Not on the sea, not on the sea, mei ir .
Thy bark hath long been gone: inet Oh, may the storm that pours on me, Jens
Bow down my head alone! Sinceritate
Full swiftly blew the swift Siroc, in ponovno
When last I pressed thy lip;,.. And long ere now with foaming shock soons
Impell’d thy gallant ship. .. in
t safe; nay, long 'ere now to us!! Hast trod the shore of Spain ;'.'* 17?) "Twere hard if ought so fair as thon' mint
Should linger on the main.”
Then think upon Calypso's isles
Endear'd by days gone by,
To me a single sigh.
And when the admiring circle mark
The paleness of thy face,
Again thou'lt smile, and blushing shun
Some coxcomb's raillery; Nor own for once thou thought'st of one,
Who ever thinks on thee.
Though smile and sigh alike are vain,
When sever'd hearts repine,
And mourns in search of thine.
Written at Athens.
JANUARY 16, 1810.
THE spell is broke, the charm is flown!
Thus is it with life's fitful fever: We madly smile when we should groan;
Delirium is our best deceiver. Each lucid interval of thought
Recalls the woes of Nature's charter, And he that acts as wise men ought, · But lives, as saints have died, a martyr.
If in the month of dark December
Leander, who was nightly wont
To cross thy stream, broad Hellespont!..
: 3., * On the 3d of May, 1810, while the Salsette frigate (Captain
Bathurst) was lying in the Dardanelles, Lieutenant Ekenhead of that fri'gate and the writer of these rhymes swam from the European shore to the Asiatic-by-the-by, from Abydos to Sestos would have been more correct. The whole distance from the place whence we started to our landing on the other side, including the length we were carried by the cut* rent, was computed by those on board the frigate at upwards of four English miles; though the actual breadth is barely one. The rapidity