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SLEEP on, and dream of Heaven awhile.
Ah, now soft blushes tinge her cheeks,
She starts, she trembles, and she weeps ! Her fair hands folded on her breast. -And now, how like a saint she sleeps! A seraph in the realms of rest!
Sleep on secure! Above controul,
may the secret of thy soul Remain within its sanctuary !
IN THE CRIMEA,
SHEPHERD, or Huntsman, or worn Mariner,
* There is a beautiful story, delivered down to us from antiquity, which will here perhaps occur to the reader.
Icarius, when he gave Penelope in marriage to Ulysses, endeavoured to persuade him to dwell in Lacedæmon; and, wben all he urged was to no purpose, he entreated his daughter to remain with him. When Ulysses set out with his bride for Ithaca, the old man followed the chariot, till, overcome by his importunity, Ulysses consented that it should be left to Penelope to decide whether she would proceed with him or return with her father. It is related, says Pausanias, that she made no reply, but that she covered herself with her veil; and that Icarius, perceiving at once by it that she inclined to Ulysses, suffered her to depart with bim.
A statue was afterwards placed by her father as a memorial in that part of the road where she had covered herself with her veil. It was still standing there in the days of Pausanias, and was called the statue of Modesty.
('Tis not far off) visit his tomb with flowers;
grave, Making it holy*
AN INSCRIPTION FOR A TEMPLE
DEDICATED TO THE GRACES.
APPROACH with reverence. There are those within,
Man to the last is but a froward child;
Alas, to our discomfort and his own,
That sacred gift, to dazzle and delude;
The heart, they say, is wiser than the schools; And well they may. All that is great in thought, That strikes at once as with electric fire,
• He is said to bave slain a million of men in Gaul alone.