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, Far happier thou! 'twas thine to soar, And nursed thy infant years with many a strain from 1 ONIUS. -? ΤΟ AH! little thought she, when, with wild delight, That in her veins a secret horror slept, That her light footsteps should be heard no more, Yet round her couch indulgent Fancy drew There didst thou stand-there, with the smile she knew; And now to thee she comes; still, still the same To thee, how changed, comes as she ever came; Nor less, less oft, as on that day, appears, 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. d delight, Hew, of night nt threw, d no more, , nor wept Dore. ew red. smile she knew; pired. he same came; eye! F HERCULES, ORSO. stone 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. |