Constitutional Whig. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1824-1832, 1827-09-22
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Miss Iaudon aud Mrs. en,ans liy,, The popular laurel
of the lady poets of the day They equally ubiquitous
and equally Intrepid No fear ci exhaustion disturb
retaTd the dow Of words iha breathe Ito feeling oi
Weariness in themselves, and mgvinss have they OF
weariueSs IN their readers h-y poor nTt their floods
nectar, if the sources could dry nor the streams
lose their sweetness their price. They Scater-to
change the fgure-tiers is taking Of Spes without
hgmes- thsy scatter tieir flowers with pFouSon tina
for the wherirgfor the loss easily and
Instantly DE replaced The rosebuds yet young aud
vgocusin the full strength their beatingof the Ma
cartuey kind, and bloom the year rouu eternal sue
ccssionfo L. +. L. indeed, it matter Of perfec
Indifference into what she p,unges,he medium
isciuay visabe; her agility and exiciy the same
and she - Is and flows with the At the clos
of the "Godcn Violet" are thrown thee smae
pieces, which, tn taste, the best Of the book
aud Of these is Loves Last Lcssnu' Il tells of the feel
ngs of who is hidden by her lover TO forget him. T
pa'hos of the thing is aud dcep locks less like ii,
mere effort OF fancy than the 1t either nspirotio,
she knows and feels she tells about II IS the he
OF the volume.
Teach it me you cau-forgetfulnes<:
surely shall forget, il you bid ME;
J, vino have wnrshippcd thee ny saint on earth;
who have bowed ME at thy lishtest word
Sour last comma nd, "lo, get me- will i, not
Sink deeply down within my Utmost sou
Forget thee!-ay forgetfuness will be
A mercy BY the many nights
When have wept for that dared sleep;
y dream had made me live my again,
Acting my wretcieiness without the hope
My foolish heart It'll cngs to, though tiat hone
j. like the opiatc, which may hull awhile,
Then AXE to double torture by the days
Passed in lone watching and in anxious fears,
when breath sent the crimson q my check,
Like the red gushing of sudden wount:
BY al! the careless looks, aud careless wurds,
Which have to me been like the SEQ, piou's stnginy,
BY happiness bligh;cGl, and by thec, forever
b. thy eternal work Of wretcheduess;
Fy all my wiihcrcd feelings, ruined health:
Crushed hopes, and rined heat, will forget thee,
Alas! my words are vanity. Fo,get thee.
2hy work of wasting is too surely done.
The April shower may pass aud be forgotteu
1he rose fall. aud one fresh spring in its place:
And thus it may be with light summer love.
!. was not 50 with mine: did not spring,
Like the bright colour evening cloud.
iuto a moments life, brief, beautiful;
Not amid lighted halls, when iatteris;
Steal upon the ear!iNc dew upon the rose
rs soft, as soon dispersed, quickly passed:
But you first called my woman's feelings forth
And taught me love ere ] ind named Loves name
She flung aside the scroll, S it had part
naar great misery. why should she write?
What could she write? Her won,ans ptit'e Cprba
To let him look upon her heart, md see
1t was an utter runi and cold words,
And scorn, and slight, that may repay his own
were OF foreign language, whose sound
She might not frame her utterance. Down she bent
Her mead upon her arm, So white, that tears
Seemed but the natural melting its snow
Touched by the flushed cheeks crimson; vet life blood
Less wrings in shedding than such tears as those.