FROM A GREEK EPIGRAM. WHILE on the cliff with calm delight she kneels, Far better taught, she lays her bosom bare, And the fond boy springs back to nestle there. FROM EURIPIDES. THERE is a streamlet issuing from a rock. Dear is that valley to the murmuring bees; The small birds build there; and, at summer-noon, FROM AN ITALIAN SONNET. LOVE, under Friendship's vesture white, But now as Rage the God appears! A CHARACTER. As thro' the hedge-row shade the violet steals, CAGED in old woods, whose reverend echoes wake |