POEMS; BY THE REV. G. CRABBE. VOL. II. But she has treasured, and she loves them all: She placed a decent stone his grave above, She would have grieved had friends presumed to spare Here will she come, and on the grave will sit, Folding her arms, in long abstracted fit; But if observer pass, will take her round, And careless seem, for she would not be found; Then go again, and thus her hour employ, While visions please her, and while woes destroy. Borough; Church, Letter II, page 33. No. 38. L ELEGIAC STANZAS. WELL, reckless how my life And cold to all I sought before, The look of love-the voice of fame; Of joy and hope, of pride and mirth, My head within my kindred earth. What but a scene of wrongs and terrors, Oct. 1820. J. W. DALBY. ΤΟ YES! vain is absence, vain are years, To check my silent, secret tears, Thou wert my earliest, sweetest dream Shedding on Being's buoyant stream Thou didst not know me and I lost The guerdon rich I sought : What was that disappointment's cost? And thou must answer for each pang The cold chills on my heart that hang, J. W. DALBY. JOBSON AND THE SQUIRE. COME, honest Jobson! whet your scythe, To catch thy wild, yet pleasing song, If but the breeze came rustling near! The shade of yon Laburnum tree, Thou shalt not feel the winter's snow, THE BOWER OF LOVE. Round Love's Elysian bowers C. FEIST. The cloudless heaven of Beauty's smile. Montgomery. THE mists of the morning still hung on the hill, The shadowy vapours were flitting and chill, |