Possessed of her, the gods could give no more.
For her, though Paradise itself were given,
I'd love her still, nor seek another heaven."
TO MISS S—— ON HER LEAVING TOWN.
"Ah, go not hence, light of my saddened soul!
Nor leave me in this absence to lament;
Thy going sheds dark chaos o'er the whole,—
A noonday night from angry Heaven sent.
"Ah, go not where, now tow'ring to the skies,
Malignant hills to separate us rise;