[Footnote 2: Mrs. Pigot"s Cottage.]
[Footnote 3: The river Grete, at Southwell.]
[Footnote 4: Mary Chaworth.]
[Footnote 5: Compare the verses on "The Cornelian," p. 66, and "Pignus Amoris," p. 231.]
[Footnote 6: See note to "Pignus Amoris," st. 3, l. 3, p. 232.]
[Footnote i:
"--ye regal Towers".
["MS. Newstead".] ]
[Footnote ii:
"The gift I wear".
["MS. Newstead".]]
[Footnote iii:
"And since I must forbear to live, Instruct me how to die."
["MS. Newstead"]
TO----[1]
1.
Oh! well I know your subtle s.e.x, Frail daughters of the wanton Eve,-- While jealous pangs our Souls perplex, No pa.s.sion prompts you to relieve.
2
From Love, or Pity ne"er you fall, By _you_, no mutual Flame is felt, "Tis Vanity, which rules you all, Desire alone which makes you melt.
3
I will not say no _souls_ are yours, Aye, ye have Souls, and dark ones too, Souls to contrive those smiling lures, To snare our simple hearts for you.
4
Yet shall you never bind me fast, Long to adore such brittle toys, I"ll rove along, from first to last, And change whene"er my fancy cloys.
5
Oh! I should be a _baby_ fool, To sigh the dupe of female art-- Woman! perhaps thou hast a _Soul_, But where have _Demons_ hid thy _Heart_?
January, 1807.
[Footnote 1: From an autograph MS. at Newstead, now for the first time printed.]
ON THE EYES OF MISS A----H----[1]
Anne"s Eye is liken"d to the _Sun_, From it such Beams of Beauty fall; And _this_ can be denied by none, For like the _Sun_, it shines on _All_.
Then do not admiration smother, Or say these glances don"t become her; To _you_, or _I_, or _any other_ Her _Sun_, displays perpetual Summer. [2]
January 14, 1807.
[Footnote 1: Miss Anne Houson. From an autograph MS. at Newstead, now for the first time printed.]
[Footnote 2: Compare, for the same simile, the lines "To Edward Noel Long, Esq.," p. 187, "ante".]