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 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. On the death of her sister in 1805. U 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 way-side she shed her parting tears— For ever lovely in the light of Youth! TO THE FRAGMENT OF A STATUE OF HERCULES, COMMONLY CALLED THE TORSO. AND dost thou still, thou mass of breathing stone, What tho' the Spirits of the North, that swept * In the gardens of the Vatican, where it was placed by Julius II., it was long the favourite study of those great men to whom we owe the revival of the arts, Michael Angelo, Raphael, and the Caracci. + Once in the possession of Praxiteles, if we may believe an ancient epigram on the Gnidian Venus.-Analecta Vet. Poetarum, III. 200. AN EPITAPH ON A ROBIN-REDBREAST.* TREAD lightly here, for here, 'tis said, * Inscribed on an urn in the flower-garden at Hafod. THE BOY OF EGREMOND. “SAY, what remains when Hope is fled?" At Embsay rung the matin-bell, The stag was roused on Barden-fell; In tartan clad and forest-green, With hound in leash and hawk in hood, * In the twelfth century William Fitz-Duncan laid waste the valleys of Craven with fire and sword; and was afterwards established there by his uncle, David King of Scotland. He was the last of the race; his son, commonly called the Boy of Egremond, dying before him in the manner here related; when a Priory was removed from Embsay to Bolton, that it might be as near as possible to |