T42-216333. DEDICATORY SONNET TO SOPHIA. ONCE we had joys in common:-common woes Have lately been our portion; Friend, once loved! And, still as much loved as 'mid sorrow's throes 'Tis possible to move, or to be moved. Faithless I'm not, because no word that glows, No look that cheers, accost a friend approved; Love's language lies in more profound repose Than that of death, since Hope has been remov'd From my soul's dreams! But could'st thou pierce my heart, And see the tenderest thought it doth enshrine, "Tis, should myself and sorrow ever part, Mine eyes shall then tell thee when sought by thine, While blest tears gush, like children's, without art, "These had not flowed, wert thou again not mine." CHARLES LLOYD. London, 6th September, 1819. ADVERTISEMENT. ABOUT one third part of the Poems contained in this Volume is selected from a larger collection of the Author's productions, which has gone through two former editions: the pieces included in this part will be distinguished in the Index, from those which are now printed for the first time, by being marked with an asterisk. latter ones have been written at various times, and on various occasions, since the year 1799. These The latter part of this Volume will be devoted to tales, selected from the Metamorphoses of Ovid, and intended as a specimen of a translation of that work from the Latin, completed by the Author. |