Genevieve; Or, the Spirit of the Drave. a Poem. with Odes and Other Poems (Paperback)

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: MONODY ON THE DEATH OF A LADY. Ye willow'd banks! along whose crystal side I've wander'd oft to watch the vernal flow'r, When first luxuriant, in its morning hour, Its blossoms blew on Banna's winding tide; Ah! mourn with me for lovely Julie gone? She sleeps beneath yon stone; No eye to glisten at the minstrel's song That erst could cheer Those blooming haunts so dear, While hundred echoes bore the strains along. D No more, her flaxen tresses on the wind Disporting light, shall ye arrest my love! No more your bowers her winged footsteps rove That left the Nymphs and Oreads far behind; How oft did I delight, Upon her forehead white To see the lily of the vale repose; For not more fair Its lustre could compare, Nor yet more chaste its spotless bosom shows. She, lovely stranger! in a foreign land, Droop'd like the Paetan rose in Varna's clime; (15) For O ! she left Salerno's vallies bland, And scenes of beauty ever spared by time, For bleak and ruder regions such as ours;? And bright through infancy her garish hours, Till at th' invader's grasp a mother flew Her orphan youth to save From ruin's darkest grave, And those whose hands a gallant brother slew." Scarce had the Graces in their vermil bloom Blown on her cheek, and smiled upon her form, And everlasting sunshine seem'd to rule the storm, When spoke the still small whisper of the tomb: ? Soft as the summer heav'ns, as mild and clear, When Maia leads the year, Health lightly caroll'd with the fairy hours; And gay, insidious love, His wiles to prove, Had strewn her path with hope's enchanting flowers. E'en then, while to a parent's doating heart, The sum of happiness seem'd all its own, And all her time-blanch'd locks more silv'ry shone, Joy's fickle visions chose at once to s...