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I saw thee gaze upon my face, .
Yet meet with no confusion there : One only feeling could'st thou trace;
The sullen calmness of despair.
Away! away! my early dream
Remembrance never must awake: Oh! where is Lethe's fabled stream?
My foolish heart be still, or break.
From the Portuguese. In moments to delight devoted,
“ My life!" with tend'rest tone, you cry; Dear words! on which my heart had doated,
If youth could neither fade nor die. .
Ah! then repeat those accents never,
Which, like my love, exists for ever. 1
Her dusky'shadow mounts too high, it!
And clouds the brow, or fills the eye; si Heed not that gloom, which soon shall sink: ..
My thoughts their dungeon know too well ; ) Back to my breast the wanderers shrink,
And droop within their silent cell.
Saturday, October 10th, 1812.
Ye who beheld, oh sight admired and mourned, Whose radiance mocked the ruin it adorned !
Through clouds of fire, the massy fragments riven,
Yes—it shall be--the magic of that name Defies the scythe of time, the torch of flame; On the same spot still consecrates the scene, And bids the Drama be where she hath been: This fabric's birth attests the potent spellIndulge our honest pride, and say, How well!
As soars this falte to emulate the fast.si. twin 18. ves Oh! might we draw our onens from the past, ist mir! Some hour propitious to our prayers may boast it! Names such as hallow still the dome we lost.. On Drury first your Siddons' thrilling art O'erwhelm’d the gentlest, stormed the sternest heart." On Drury, Garrick's latest laurels grew; Here your last tears retiring Roscius drew. Sighed his last thanks, and wept his last adieu : But still for living wit the wreaths may bloom That only waste their odours o'er the tomb. Such Drury claimed and claims,-nor you refuse One tribute to revive his slumbering muse; With garlands deck your own Menander's head! Nor hoard your honours idly for the dead!
Dear are the days which made our annals bright, it! Ere Garrick Aed, or Brinsley ceased to write.Heirs to their tabours, like all high-born heirs, 1:14 Vain of our ancestry as they of theirs ; While thus Remembrance borrows Banquo's glass'. 1'? To claim the sceptred shadows as they pass,
And we the mirror hold, where imaged shine
Friends of the stage—to whom both Players and Plays Must sue alike for pardon, or for praise Whose judging voice and eye alone direct The boundless power to cherish or reject; If e'er frivolity has led to fame, And made us blush that you forbore to blame If e'er the sinking stage could condescend To soothe the sickly taste, it dare not mend All past reproach may present scenes refute, And censure, wisely loud, be justly mute! Oh! since your fiat stamps the Drama's laws, Forbear to mock us with misplac'd applause;. . So pride shall doubly nerve the actor's powers, And reason's voice be echo'd back by ours !
This greeting o’er—the ancient rule obey’d,