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: ON THE RUINS OF PEVENSEY CASTLE. WRITTEN IN NOVEMBER, 1820. Mighty building! grand in ruin, Time and thee have battled strong — Time's accomplish'd thy undoing, Yet he must endure thee long ! Thus when Anger's fierceness striving Crushes down the hapless foe, There's a feeling still surviving Mercy's breast shall never know. So may Time his course pursuing Thy bold fragments now descry: And repentant, weep thy ruin— His stern breast may yield a sigh! chapter{Section 4I ONCE SAID TO MY HEART. I Once said to my heart, did'st thou never hear tell, That young Love is call'd blind, tho' he shoots very well ? I suppose, said my heart, he has eyes; He has eyes, I believe, it was thought so, of old, He has been caught tipping his arrows with gold, But now he is seldom so wise. Where fortune ne'er smiles, he will oft aim a dart, And poor silly creatures are struck to the heart, Love laughs at the time they receive it; He smiles at their pain, and in triumph will say — Did ye never fear Love ? — as he flutters away — Said my heart, with a sigh, I believe it! THE JEALOUS LOVER. Wherefore all that needless care To adorn thy shape and air, Already too bewitching ? Why seek to fetter all mankind ? Why add the graces of thy mind Each native charm enriching ? Too well these watchful eyes can see That cruel care is not for me ! Oh! I would have thee spurn the lays, Nor hear the dulcet song of praise, But when I touch the string; Oh ! I would have thee shun each snare, Nor learn from others thou art fair, But listen when I sing : For well these wary eyes can see, Thou hearest praise from more than me ! Attend, sweet maid, attend my strain, — Thou still must hear my lute complain, If unblest with thy smile ; 0 hide t...