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He kiss'd me—he thank'd me—I arm'd him myself,
And girt his pure sword on his side;
So lovely he look'd, that the mother's fond fears
Were lost in the mother's fond pride.
Mrs. Opie.
And girt his pure sword on his side;
So lovely he look'd, that the mother's fond fears
Were lost in the mother's fond pride.
Mrs. Opie.
Mutual affection requires to he preserved by mutual endeavours to amuse, and to meet the wishes of each other; but where there is a total regret and indifference either to amuse cr oblige, can it be wondered if affection, following the tendency of its nature, becomes indifferent, and sinks into mere civility ?
As rising on its purple wing
The insect queen of Eastern spring,
O'er emerald meadows of Kashmeer
Invites the young pursuer near,
And leads him on from flower to flower
A weary chase and wasted hour,
Then leaves him as it soars on high,
With panting heart and tearful eye :
So beauty lures the full-grown child
With hue as bright, and wing as wild;
A chase of idle hopes and fears,
Begun in folly, closed in tears.
If won, to equal ills betrayed,
Woe waits the insect and the maid,
A life of pain, the loss of peace,
From infant's play or man's caprice:
The insect queen of Eastern spring,
O'er emerald meadows of Kashmeer
Invites the young pursuer near,
And leads him on from flower to flower
A weary chase and wasted hour,
Then leaves him as it soars on high,
With panting heart and tearful eye :
So beauty lures the full-grown child
With hue as bright, and wing as wild;
A chase of idle hopes and fears,
Begun in folly, closed in tears.
If won, to equal ills betrayed,
Woe waits the insect and the maid,
A life of pain, the loss of peace,
From infant's play or man's caprice:
