POEMS.
21
And sure I am, thou callous elf!
To judge of others by myself,
Thou art beloved of no man.
To judge of others by myself,
Thou art beloved of no man.
Cold, comfortless, and hardened creature,
Inanimate of mind and feature,
To Hope an utter stranger;
Pity ne'er glistened in thine eye,
And Mercy never beamed from high,
Thy quiet to endanger.
Inanimate of mind and feature,
To Hope an utter stranger;
Pity ne'er glistened in thine eye,
And Mercy never beamed from high,
Thy quiet to endanger.
The songs of mirth, the strains of joy,
The zest of wit, and humours toy,
All petrify before thee;
Thy visage withers Friendship's power,
And deals dismay in Venus' bower,—
Indifference, I abhor thee!
The zest of wit, and humours toy,
All petrify before thee;
Thy visage withers Friendship's power,
And deals dismay in Venus' bower,—
Indifference, I abhor thee!
