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Spare the fine tremors of her feeling frame!
At each response the sacred rite requires,
O'er her fair face what wild emotions play!
Ah soon, thine own confest, ecstatic thought!
THE YOUNGEST DAUGHTER OF LADY **
Ah! why with telltale tongue reveal
For this presumption, soon or late,
* Alluding to some verses which she had written on an elder sister.
THE ALPS AT DAYBREAK.
The sunbeams streak the azure skies, And line with light the mountain's brow: With hounds and horns the hunters rise, And chase the roebuck thro' the snow.
From rock to rock, with giant-bound,
The goats wind slow their wonted way, Up craggy steeps and ridges rude ; Marked by the wild wolf for his prey, From desert cave or hanging wood.
And while the torrent thunders loud,