Ashes but scarcely cold Thy feet o'er some noble heart O ye were scatter'd fast, To slumber so soundly! LOVE'S LEARNING. G. A. RHODES, ESQ. THOUGH never taught to measure space, The line of beauty I can trace, I cannot tell, a linguist sage, And skill'd in critic ken profound, The purport of each puzzling page, Nor every tangled text expound; But I can read, and run the while, I cannot give each light a name, Of every herb which sips the dew; But I of all the charms can speak, All politics, in truth, I hate, Save those which two fond hearts betray; Nor any secrets know of state, Save those of Cupid's silken sway. Who guides the helm, who holds the scale, If Russia, or the Turk prevail, I only know if Delia reign, Or Lydia sway my subject heart; Let others court the din of arms, Let others martial tactics teach, To make the worse the better cause, My practis'd speech will ne'er persuade, Unskill'd indeed in any laws, But those alone which Love has made. No rhetorician's robe I wear, But can teach many a honied smile ; The soft persuasion of a tear, The ruby rhetoric of a smile. My want of wit who shall despise, Since Love has made the world his throne? Laws, arts, has he, and politics, And a whole science of his own. THE WEST. MOORE. A BEAM of tranquillity smil❜d in the west, The storms of the morning pursu'd us no more, And the wave, while it welcom'd the moment of rest, Still heav'd, as remembering ills that were o'er! Serenely my heart took the hue of the hour, Its passions were sleeping, were mute as the dead; And the spirit becalm'd but remember'd their pow'r, As the billow the force of the gale that was fled! I thought of the days, when to pleasure alone I felt how the pure intellectual fire And I pray'd of that Spirit who lighted the flame, The thought was ecstatic! I felt as if Heaven I look'd to the west, and the beautiful sky, more "Oh! thus," I exclaim'd, " can a Heavenly eye Shed light on the soul that was darken'd before!" MEDITATIVE LINES. HON. ST GEO. TUCKER OF VIRGINIA. DAYS of my youth! ye have glided away; Days of my youth! I wish not your recall; Eyes of my youth! ye much evil have seen; Cheeks of my youth! bath'd in tears ye have been; Thoughts of my youth! ye have led me astray; Strength of my youth! why lament your decay? Days of my age! ye will shortly be past; STANZAS. ANONYMOUS. WHILE thou at eventide art roaming When sails the moon above the mountains, When wakes the dawn upon thy dwelling, |