Round thee, alas, no shadows move! From thee no sacred murmurs breathe! Once did the eagle scream above, There once the red-cross knight reclined 1 Radice in Tartara tendit.-VIRGIL. Then Culture came, and days serene; Father of many a forest deep, Whence many a navy thunder-fraught! Wont in the night of woods to dwell, Thy singed top and branches bare Now straggle in the evening sky; And the wan moon wheels round to glare On the long corse that shivers there Of him who came to die! 202 TO THE GNAT. WHEN by the greenwood side, at summer eve, No guardian sylph, in golden panoply, Lifts the broad shield, and points the glittering spear. TO THE YOUNGEST DAUGHTER OF LADY ***.1 1800. AH! why with tell-tale tongue reveal2 For this presumption, soon or late, Sing Harriet's cheeks, and Harriet's eyes; 1 [To Lady Harriet Villiers, daughter of Lady Jersey, and afterwards wife of Dr. Bagot, Bishop of Bath and Wells.—ED.] 2 Alluding to some verses which she had written on an elder sister. Et, si vis similem pingere, pinge sonum."-AUSONIUS. ONCE more, Enchantress of the soul, 1 In the winter of 1805. |