Poems Chiefly Written in Retirement, By John Thelwall; With Memoirs of the Life of the Author. Second Edition |
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The Reply.
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The Reply.
“Fortune waft you on your way!”
Sighs the Nymph, in sweet adieu—
“Fortune waft you on your way,
“Pleasure lead, and smiles pursue.
“To the partner of your heart,
“Speed ye on the wings of Joy:
“Blest the partner of your heart!
“Sorrow ne'er your peace annoy.
Sighs the Nymph, in sweet adieu—
“Fortune waft you on your way,
“Pleasure lead, and smiles pursue.
“To the partner of your heart,
“Speed ye on the wings of Joy:
“Blest the partner of your heart!
“Sorrow ne'er your peace annoy.
“Fortune waft you on your way!—
“Till the gentle fair you see.
“Love shall crown you—far away:
“Yet, may Friendship think on me.
“Thy summer bower, thy wintry fire
“May the social pleasures throng:—
“Summer's bower, and winter's fire
“Cheer'd alike with tuneful song.
“Till the gentle fair you see.
“Love shall crown you—far away:
“Yet, may Friendship think on me.
“Thy summer bower, thy wintry fire
“May the social pleasures throng:—
“Summer's bower, and winter's fire
“Cheer'd alike with tuneful song.
“Fortune waft you on your way!”
Sighs the nymph—but sighs in vain.
Fortune turns another way:
Verse and Beauty plead in vain.
Sighs the nymph—but sighs in vain.
Fortune turns another way:
Verse and Beauty plead in vain.
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