With blood and sweat,
Sinks foiled, but fighting evermore,--
Is greater yet.



THE FLIGHT OF YOUTH

Youth! ere thou be flown away.
Surely one last boon to-day
Thou'lt bestow--
One last light of rapture give,
Rich and lordly fugitive!
Ere thou go.

What, thou canst not? What, all spent?
All thy spells of ravishment
Pow'rless now?
Gone thy magic out of date?
Gone, all gone that made thee great?--
Follow thou!



"NAY, BID ME NOT MY CARES TO LEAVE"

Nay, bid me not my cares to leave,
Who cannot from their shadow flee.
I do but win a short reprieve,
'Scaping to pleasure and to thee.