Ah, happiest spot
of earth! in this sweet place
Love first beheld my condescending
fair
Retard her steps, to smile
with courteous grace
On me, and smiling glad the
ambient air.
The deep-cut image, wrought
with skilful care,
Time shall from hardest adamant
efface,
Ere from my mind that smile
it shall erase,
Dear to my soul! which memory
planted there.
Oft as I view thee, heart-enchanting
soil!
With amorous awe I’ll
seek—delightful toil!
Where yet some traces of her
footsteps lie.
And if fond Love still warms
her generous breast,
Whene’er you see her,
gentle friend! request
The tender tribute of a tear—a
sigh.
ANON. 1777.
Most fortunate
and fair of spots terrene!
Where Love I saw her forward
footstep stay,
And turn on me her bright
eyes’ heavenly ray,
Which round them make the
atmosphere serene.
A solid form of adamant, I
ween,
Would sooner shrink in lapse
of time away,
Than from my mind that sweet
salute decay,
Dear to my heart, in memory
ever green.
And oft as I return to view
this spot,
In its fair scenes I’ll
fondly stoop to seek
Where yet the traces of her
light foot lie.
But if in valorous heart Love
sleepeth not,
Whene’er you meet her,
friend, for me bespeak
Some passing tears, perchance
one pitying sigh.
MACGREGOR.
SONNET LXXXVI.
Lasso! quante fiate Amor m’ assale.
WHEN LOVE DISTURBS HIM, HE CALMS HIMSELF BY THINKING OF THE EYES AND WORDS OF LAURA.
Alas! how ceaselessly
is urged Love’s claim,
By day, by night, a thousand
times I turn
Where best I may behold the
dear lights burn
Which have immortalized my
bosom’s flame.
Thus grow I calm, and to such
state am brought,
At noon, at break of day,
at vesper-bell,
I find them in my mind so
tranquil dwell,
I neither think nor care beside
for aught.
The balmy air, which, from
her angel mien,
Moves ever with her winning
words and wise,
Makes wheresoe’er she
breathes a sweet serene
As ’twere a gentle spirit
from the skies,
Still in these scenes some
comfort brings to me,
Nor elsewhere breathes my
harass’d heart so free.
MACGREGOR.
SONNET LXXXVII.
Perseguendomi Amor al luogo usato.
HE IS BEWILDERED AT THE UNEXPECTED ARRIVAL OF LAURA.
As Love his arts
in haunts familiar tried,
Watchful as one expecting
war is found,
Who all foresees and guards
the passes round,
I in the armour of old thoughts
relied:
Turning, I saw a shadow at
my side
Cast by the sun, whose outline