Felicia Hemans,
Felicia Hemans in The Edinburgh Magazine And Literary Miscellany Volume 11 1822
(1822)
“ Tame down the swelling heart—the bridal rose, And the rich myrtle's flow'r, Have veil'd the sword!—Red wines have sparkled fast From venom'd goblets, and soft breezes pass'd With fatal perfume through the revel's bow'r, Twine the young glowing wreath! But pour not all your spirit in the song, Which through the sky’s deep azure floats along, Like summer's quickening breath! The ground is hollow in the path of mirth, Oh! far too daring seems the joy of earth, So darkly press'd and girdled in by death! ”
