Genius! presumptuous reason may not dare But where is love, and liberty, and man, IMPROMPTU WRITTEN IN THE IRISH MELODIES OF MY DAUGHTER, S. I. 1809. BY EYLES IRWIN, ESQ. THO' o'er the wild notes of thy native isle, And VENUS ow'd her witchcraft to a zone: Yet, to these MELODIES, from chasten'd art, SELINA'S magic harp! shall praise redoundHaste, strike the chords! and to the feeling heart The light of taste convey, and soul of sound! REPLY TO A POEM OF LORD VAUX. "I LOATH THAT I HAVE LOV'D," &c. BY J. THELWALL, ESQ. I I. Do not loath that I have lov'd, Or that the sweetest joys I prov'd, I do not loath that I have lov'd, Ill. How can I loath the love I bore IV. For let but virtue, hand in hand The love that's knit with reason's band V. Then, Stella! tho' the fires decay VI. Tho' youthful joys return no more, VII. Let Memory, then, the record true ΤΟ FROM THE FRENCH OF CHAULIEU. TELL me not, with groundless fear, my No, loveliest! no! for though the youth, Faithless again shall he be never. R. A. DAVENPORT. BALLAD. THE LOVER'S COMPLAINT. TO MISS H. B. 1778. BY EYLES IRWIN, ESQ. O! WHAT shall my feelings declare? O! how shall I number my woes? Hither throng, all ye tender desires! 'Tis HONORIA Who merits the song. But what would avail all his art, When the poet considers the theme? The lover with firmness might part, Whose happiness seems but a dream! From a task, that would pose bigot-zeal, At her feet too, where monarchs might kneel, "Tis late, that I came to the plain, And my quiet-the sport of the seas! Alas! that a nymph of the grove, Should only be poison'd for me! To what depths of despair am I hurl'dFor how but to doubt, can he choose, Whose rivals consist-of a world! Then, since neither titles nor birth, Essay her compassion to move; Tho' a shepherd-thy truth may succeed, 2 |