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AD I a man's fair form, then might my sighs
Thine ear, and find thy gentle heart ; so well
No cuirass glistens on my bosom's swell;
call thee sweet, Sweeter by far than Hybla's honey'd roses
When steep'd in dew rich to intoxication.
And when the moon her pallid face discloses,
SOLITUDE! if I must with thee dwell,
May seem a span ; let me thy vigils keep 'Mongst boughs pavilion'd, where the 'deer's
swift leap Startles the wild bee from the foxglove bell. But though I'll gladly trace these scenes with
thee, Yet the sweet converse of an innocent mind, Whose words are images of thoughts refined,
Is my soul's pleasure ; and it sure must be Almost the highest bliss of human-kind,
When to thy haunts two kindred spirits flee.
OW many bards gild the lapses of time !
Of my delighted fancy, — I could brood
These will in throngs before my mind intrude :
But no.confusion, no disturbance rude Do they occasion ; 'tis a pleasing chime.
So the unnumber'd sounds that evening store ; The songs of birds
of birds --- the whispering of the leaves The voice of waters — the great bell that heaves
With solemn sound, - and thousand others
That distance of recognizance bereaves,
Make pleasing music, and not wild uproar.
TO G. A. W.
YMPH of the downward smile and sidelong
Of sober thought ? Or when starting away,
With careless robe to meet the morning ray,
And so remain, because thou listenest:
That I can never tell what mood is best,
Trips it before Apollo than the rest.
WRITTEN ON THE DAY THAT MR. LEIGH HUNT
IAT though, for showing truth to flatter'd
you he nought but prison-walls did see,
Culling enchanted flowers; and he flew
To regions of his own his genius true
When thou art dead, and all thy wretched crew ?