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If thy blest nature now unites above
Hail, MEMORY, hail ! in thy exhaustless mine From age
unnumbered treasures shine!
But can the wiles of Art, the grasp of Power,
THE FIRST PART.
P. 10, 1. 3. How oft, when purple evening tinged the west, Virgil, in one of his Eclogues, describes a romantic attachment as conceived in such circumstances; and the description is so true to nature, that we must surely be indebted for it to some early recollection. “ You were little when I first saw you. You were with your mother gathering fruit in our orchard, and I was your guide. I was just entering my thirteenth year, and just able to reach the boughs from the ground.”
So also Zappi, an Italian Poet of the last Century. - When I used to measure myself with my goat and my goat was the tallest, even then I loved Clori.”
P. 11, 1. 25. Up springs, at every step, to claim a tear, I came to the place of my birth, and cried, “ The friends of my Youth, where are they?”—And an echo answered, “ Where are they?" From an Arabic MS. P. 15, 1. 3. Awake but one, and lo, what myriads rise! When a traveller, who was surveying the ruins of Rome, expressed a desire to possess some relic of its ancient grandeur, Poussin, who attended him, stooped down, and gathering up a handful of earth shining with small grains of porphyry, “ Take this home," said he, “ for your cabinet; and say boldly, Questa è Roma Antica.”
P. 16, 1. 8. The church-yard yews round which his fathers sleep;
Every man, like Gulliver in Lilliput, is fastened to some spot of earth, by the thousand small threads which habit and association are continually stealing over him. Of these, perhaps, one of the strongest is here alluded to.
When the Canadian Indians were once solicited to emigrate, “ What !" they replied, the bones of our fathers, Arise, and
with us into a foreign land ?”
P. 17, 1. 5.
Another very affecting instance of local attachment is related of his fellow-countryman Potaveri, who came to Europe with M. de Bougainville.
See LES JARDINS, chant. ii. P. 17, 1. 13.
So Scotia's Queen, fc. Elle se leve sur son lict, et se met à contempler la France encore, et tant qu'elle peut. BRANTÔME.
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