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Ah! little thought she, when, with wild delight,
That in her veins a secret horror slept,
Yet round her couch indulgent Fancy drew
• On the death of her sister in 1805.
And now to thee she comes; still, still the same
Nor less, less oft, as on that day, appears,
TO THE FRAGMENT OF
A STATUE OF HERCULES,
And dost thou still, thou mass of breathing stone,
* 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 epi. gram on the Gnidian Venus.-Anale et. Poetarum, III. 200.
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 ?" She answered, “ Endless weeping !” For in the herdsman's eye
she read Who in his shroud lay sleeping.
At Embsay rung the matin-bell, The stag was roused on Barden-fell; The mingled sounds were swelling, dying, And down the Wharfe a hern was flying; When near the cabin in the wood, In tartan clad and forest-green, With hound in leash and hawk in hood, The Boy of Egremond was seen.*
* 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 Egre. mond, 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