Oh I loved thee too sincerely, Too soon the fatal change I see. I bid thee think thou hast not wronged me, TO HANNAH. SAPPHO. WHILE fast down my cheek rolls the tear-drop of anguish, Sad Philomel breathes her sweet notes from a tree; Along this wild shore as I fruitlessly languish, The cold beating rain weeps in concert with me: Here I pensively muse on the cause of my sorrow,; Which memory will surely recal on each morrow, Whilst even from hope no bright ray can I borrow, The cold beating rain weeps in concert with me. While I anxiously gaze on the wide spreading ocean, Frail dreams of fond fancy, transport me to thee; But the loud-roaring surge soon dispels the vain notion, And the cold beating rain weeps in concert with me. Here, frenzied, I bind round my temples the willow; Of the damp sandy sea weed, I form my low pillow, And despondently sigh to the high-mounting billow, While the cold beating rain weeps in concert with me. Marsham Street, Westminster. S.H.B. THE RIVALS: A SERIO-COMIC TRAGEDY. Persons Represented. Janvan, King of Bedæa. Stephens Antesblan, His Prime Minister. Nogcog, Kidlam, Galloper, and Demas, Courtiers. Billingtonina.' ACT I. SCENE I. King Janvan, surrounded by his Courtiers. JANVAN. AWAY my generous friends; you may depart, For lonesome solitude invades my heart. JANVAN. (solus) Exit Courtiers. Oh! peerless Cupid, potent god of love, Am metamorphosed to a lump of clay. My tongue which warbled forth seraphic strains, ENTER STEPHENS. Ah! welcome Stephens friend to me so dear! Pray what i'th' devil's name has brought you here? STEPHENS. My legs, good prince: and I've such news to tell, Though now you look so ill, they'll make you well. JANVAN. What are they, Stephens? If thou'st aught to say, Pray tell it quickly, how 're the stocks to-day? STEPHENS. Rising, my lord. But now here comes my tale : Who should step in, a wonderous pretty dear, Displayed a bosom, Venus self might own: JAN VAN. If such she was, I wonder not my friend ThatCupid's darts your am'rous breast should rend. I am in love, and I must own it too, For love triumphant reigns o'er great and low. ENTER BILLINGTONINA. STEPHENS. By Heavens the maid I love !-- JANVAN. -Thy love! She's mine! The maid I love, the damsel so divine, STEPHENS. Tyrant, she's mine, JANVAN. Thou lying meddling elf Mine shall she be, I'll have her to myself. BILLINGTONINA. Who are these men, that stamp and swear so loud, JANVAN. Angelic, beauteous, ever-loving fair.-- STEPHENS. Usurper off! what are you doing there! JANVAN. Traitor begone! what shall Bedœea's prince Quickly begone, or in a porter vat Drowned shalt thou be, I swear it, and that's flat. Tyrant unjust I scorn thy threats and thee, JAN VAN. (laughs) And dost thou think my sword's less sharp than thine? I'll hit thee now. (Stabs him) STEPHENS. "I do confess a hit." JANVAN. Yes thou shalt go to Hell's dark dreary pit. STEPHENS. [Stephens falls. Slain tho' I am, ah! yet before I go, To dark Cimmerian groves and caves below, Revenge is glutted, Demons now I go. [dies. And art thou gone, and must I follow too, By that foul wretch's ugly looking knife. [dies. BILLINGTONINA, Ah! woe is me, and was it through my charms, And now my tragic end I will begin, And mix my poison in a glass of gin; [drinks. FINALE. STEPHENS. rising up. Come sweet angelic maid. JANVAN. rising up. For you alone we stayed. BOTH. Oh stay not here below. BILLINGTONINA: I go, my dears, I go. Manchester, March 5, 1821. LINES TO MISS TIMBRELL, ON VALENTINE'S DAY, 1821. [dies. T. HALL. THOUGH hearts and darts oft times appear Yet, Mary, no such trifling here "Tis not the lover would explain The woes that rend his breast, "Tis not the flatterer seeks thine ear, Nor he who would with specious wile, But one who in sincerity Would call himself thy friend, Then, Mary, while his humble lay In kind return he will essay |