Mute, lest the air, convulsed by sound, The goats wind slow their wonted way, And while the torrent thunders loud, * There are passes in the Alps, where the guides tell you to move on with speed, and say nothing, lest the agitation of the air should loosen the snows above. GRAY'S MEM. sect. v. letter 4. IMITATION OF AN ITALIAN SONNET. LOVE, under Friendship's vesture white, Laughs, his little limbs concealing; And oft in sport, and oft in spite, Like Pity meets the dazzled sight, But now as Rage the God appears! He frowns, and tempests shake his frame! Frowning, or smiling, or in tears, 'Tis Love; and Love is still the same. TO THE YOUNGEST OF DAUGHTER LADY **. AH! why with tell-tale tongue reveal * What most her blushes would conceal? Some fairer, better sport prefer; And feel for us, if not for her. For this presumption, soon or late, Know thine shall be a kindred fate. Sing Harriet's cheeks, and Harriet's eyes; * Alluding to some verses which she had written on an elder sister. AN EPITAPH * ON A ROBIN REDBREAST. TREAD lightly here, for here, 'tis said, With ruffled wing and faded breast, -Gone to the world where birds are blest! Or school-boy's giant form is seen; But Love, and Joy, and smiling Spring Inspire their little souls to sing! * Inscribed on an urn in the flower-garden at Hafod. WHEN by the green-wood side, at summer eve, Poetic visions charm my closing eye; And fairy-scenes, that Fancy loves to weave, 'Tis thine to range in busy quest of prey, Thy feathery antlers quivering with delight, And all is Solitude, and all is Night! |