WeRead
Powered by ReaderPub
A varied collection of lyrical and occasional poems encompassing light social verse, pastoral descriptions, travel pieces gathered from earlier fugitive publication, and personal elegies. Pieces range from tranquil nature scenes and grotto meditations to expressions of romantic longing and formal dedications; a prominent elegy mourns a beloved brother and traces grief and memory. The preface frames the poems as modest divertissements written across youth and maturity, and some material derives from the author's tours. The tone alternates between playful, reflective, and mournful, favoring accessible meters and conventional poetic imagery rather than experimental forms.
Oh, Time! thy merits who can know?
Thy real nature who discover?
The absent lover calls thee slow,—
“Too rapid,” says the happy lover.
With bloom thy cheeks are now refin’d,
Now to thine eye the tear is given;
At once too cruel and too kind,—
A little hell, a little heaven.
Go then, thou charming myst’ry, go!—
Yes, tho’ thou often dost amuse me,
Tho’ many a joy to thee I owe,
At once I thank thee and abuse thee.