TO THE YOUNGEST DAUGHTER OF LAD

1 [To Lady Harriet Villiers, daughter of Lady Jersey, and afterwar

Dr. Bagot, Bishop of Bath and Wells.-ED.]

2 Alluding to some verses which she had written on an elder sister.

LOST.

Perhaps to many a desert shore,
Thee, in his rage, the Tempest bore;
Thy broken murmurs swept along,
Mid Echoes yet untuned by song;
Arrested in the realms of Frost,
Or in the wilds of Ether lost.

Far happier thou! 'twas thine to soar,
Careering on the winged wind.
Thy triumphs who shall dare explore?
Suns and their systems left behind.
No tract of space, no distant star,
No shock of elements at war,
Did thee detain. Thy wing of fire
Bore thee amid the Cherub-choir;
And there awhile to thee 'twas given
Once more that Voice1 beloved to join,
Which taught thee first a flight divine,

And nursed thy infant years with many a strain from 1

ONIUS.

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ΤΟ

AH! little thought she, when, with wild delight,
By many a torrent's shining track she flew,
When mountain glens and caverns full of night
O'er her young mind divine enchantment threw,

That in her veins a secret horror slept,

That her light footsteps should be heard no more,
That she should die-nor watched, alas, nor wept
By thee, unconscious of the pangs she bore.

Yet round her couch indulgent Fancy drew
The kindred forms her closing eye required.

There didst thou stand-there, with the smile she knew;
She moved her lips to bless thee, and expired.

And now to thee she comes; still, still the same
As in the hours gone unregarded by !

To thee, how changed, comes as she ever came;
Health on her cheek, and pleasure in her eye!

Nor less, less oft, as on that day, appears,
When lingering, as prophetic of the truth,
By the wayside she shed her parting tears-
For ever lovely in the light of Youth!

TO THE FRAGMENT OF A STATUE OF HERCULE COMMONLY CALLED THE TORSO.

AND dost thou still, thou mass of breathing stone

(Thy giant limbs to night and chaos hurled),

Still sit as on the fragment of a world;

Surviving all, majestic and alone?

On the death of her sister in 1805.

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F HERCULES, ORSO.

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1 In the gardens of the Vatican, where it was placed by Julius II., it w the favourite study of those great men to whom we owe the revival of t Michael Angelo, Raphael, and the Caracci.

2 Once in the possession of Praxiteles, if we may believe an ancient epig the Gnidian Venus. (Analecta Vet. Poetarum, iii. 200.)

3 Inscribed on an urn in the flower-garden at Hafod.