Charles Tompson Poems

I.
Gay blooming goddess of the flow'ry year,
Enchanting Spring, thou youth of nature, hail!
What artless beauties in thy train appear,
What balmy fragrance swells th' ambrosial gale,
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Hast thou not seen some captive bird
Impatient flit within the wire,
And seek the bliss of liberty,
With anxious fond desire?
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It flies—the gilded vessel flies,
That wafts my Daphnis o'er the main,
A lovelier sun, to distant isles
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My Sylvia frowns on her love:
Ah! hope from this bosom is fled,
That syren that o'er my fond heart,
So lately her influence shed.
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A Song.

AIR, “JESSIE O' DUMBLAIN.’
Calm Eve hangs her shades o'er yon wood-crowned blue mountain,
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When first above the briny surge
Australia reared her tow'ring crest,
The roaring gales confounded fle
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“O, festus dies hominis!” . . . O, the Joyful Day of Man!
Why, (when the hours of school-day bliss are o'er,
And puerile pleasures charm the mind no more,
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Strophe I.
Strike, strike the bold convivial lyre!
Let lofty paeans wake the soul!
Let ivy'd bands each heart entwine,
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On Her Birth-day.
Sweet breathe the gales. Apollo round him strews
Bright beams of gold, and melts-the vernal dews,
While not a cloud, through all th' etherial way,
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On Her Birth-day

Lives there a heart that never felt the pow'r
Of Beauty's eye, in love's exstatic hour,
Or, free alike from every passion's sway,
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