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• From Ida torn, he left his sylvan cave,

If some Rutulian arm, with adverse blow, And sought a foreign home, a distant grave. Should lay the friend who ever loved thee low, To watch the movements of the Daunian host, Live thou-such beauties I would fain preserve With him Euryalus sustains the post ;

Thy budding years a lengthen'd term deserve No lovelier mien adorn'd the ranks of Troy, When humbled in the dust, let some one be, And beardless bloom yet graced the gallant boy ; Whose gentle eyes will shed one tear for me; Though few the seasons of his youthful life, Whose manly arm may snatch me back by force, As yet a novice in the martial strife,

Or wealth redeem from foes my captive corse; 'Twas his, with beauty, valor's gifts to share Or, if my destiny these last deny, A soul heroic, as his form was fair:

If in the spoiler's power my ashes lie, These burn with one pure flame of generous love; Thy pious care may raise a simple tomb, In peace, in war, united still they move;

To mark thy love, and signalize my doom. Friendship and glory form their joint reward; Why should thy doting wretched mother weep And now combined they hold their nightly guard. Her only boy, reclined in endless sleep?

Who, for thy sake, the tempest's fury dared, “What god,” exclaim'd the first, "instils this fire! Who, for thy sake, war's deadly peril shared; Or, in itself a god, what great desire ?

Who braved what woman never braved before, My laboring soul, with anxious thought oppress’d, And left her native for the Latian shore.” Abhors this station of inglorious rest;

“In vain you damp the ardor of my soul," The love of fame with this can ill accord,

Replied Euryalus; "it scorns control! Be 't mine to seek for glory with my sword. Hence, let us haste!”-their brother guards arosa Seest thou yon camp, with torches twinkling dim, Roused by their call, nor court again repose; Where drunken slumbers wrap each lazy limb ? The pair, buoy'd up on Hope's exulting wing, Where confidence and ease the watch disdain, Their stations leave, and speed to seek the king. And drowsy Silence holds her sable reign? Then hear my thought:-In deep and sullen grief Now o'er the earth a solemn stillness ran, Our troops and leaders mourn their absent chief: And lull'd alike the cares of brute and man; Now could the gifts and promised prize be thine, Save where the Dardan leaders nightly hold (The deed, the danger and the fame be mine,) Alternate converse, and their plans unfold. Were this decreed, beneath yon rising mound, On one great point the council are agreed, Methinks, an easy path perchance were found; An instant message to their prince decreed; Which past, I speed my way to Pallas' walls, Each lean'd upon the lance he well could wield, And lead Æneas from Evander's halls."

And poised with easy arm his ancient shield; With equal ardor fired, and warlike joy,

When Nisus and his friend their leave request His glowing friend address'd the Dardan boy:- To offer something to their high bequest. “These deeds, my Nisus, shalt thou dare alone ? With anxious tremors, yet unawed by fear, Must all the fame, the peril, be thine own? The faithful pair before the throne appear : Am I by thee despised, and left afar,

Iulus greets them; at his kind command, As one unfit to share the toils of war?

The elder first address'd the hoary band. Not thus his son the great Opheltes taught; Not thus my sire in Argive combats fought; "With patience” (thus Hyrtacides began) Not thus, when Ilion fell by heavenly hate, “ Attend, nor judge from youth our humble plan. I track'd Æneas through the walks of fate: Where yonder beacons half expiring beam, Thou know'st my deeds, my breast devoid of fear, Our slumbering foes of future conquest dream, And hostile life-drops dim my gory spear.

Nor heed that we a secret path have traced, Here is a soul with hope immortal burns, Between the ocean and the portal placed. And life, ignoble life, for glory spurns.

Beneath the covert of the blackening smoke, Fame, fame is cheaply earn'd by fleeting breath : Whose shade securely our design will cloak! The price of honor is the sleep of death."

If you, ye chiefs, and fortune, will allow, Then Nisus,—“Calm thy bosom's fond alarms: We'll bend our course to yonder mountain's brow Thy heart beats fiercely to the din of arms. Where Pallas' walls at distance meet the sight, More dear thy worth and valor than my own, Seen o'er the glade, when not obscured by night: I swear by him who fills Olympus' throne ! Then shall Æneas in his pride return, So may I triumph, as I speak the truth,

While hostile matrons raise their offspring's urn; And clasp again the comrade of my youth! And Latian spoils and purpled heaps of dead, But should I fall,--and he who dares advance Shall mark the havoc of our hero's tread. Through hostile regions, must abide by chance,- Such is our purpose, not unknown the way;

Where yonder toçrent's devious waters stray, • Him Ida rent, a hunter now no more,

Oft have we seen, when hunting by the stream,
To combat foes upon a foreign shore.

The distant spires above the valleys gleam.”
Near him, the loveliest of the Trojan band,
Did fair Euryalus, his comrade, stand:
Few are the seasons of his youthful life,

Mature in years, for sober wisdom famed,
As yet a novice in the martial strife :

Moved by the speech, Alethes here exclaim'd,
The gods to him unwonted gifts impart,

" Ye parent gods! who rule the fate of Troy,
A female's beauty, with a hero's heart.
These burn with one pure Game of generous love,

Still dwells the Dardan spirit in the boy ;
In peace, in war, united still they move;

When minds like these in striplings thus ye raiso,
Sriendship and glory form their joint rewund,
And now combined, the masuy gate they guard.

Yours is the godlike act, be yours the praise; ich was the original version of this page, as given in the private

In gallant youth, my fainting hopes revive, lore, where no more than the above figment was printed.

And Ilion's wonted glories still survive."

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Then in his warın embrace the boys he press'd, Her dying hours with pious conduct bless,
And, quivering, strain'd them to his aged breast; Assist her wants, relieve her fond distress;
With tears the burning cheek of each bedew'd, So dear a hope must all my soul inflame,
And, sobbing, thus his first discourse renew'd: To rise in glory, or to fall in fame."
“What gift, my countrymen, what martial prize Struck with a filial care so deeply felt,
Can we bestow, which you may not despise ? In tears at once the Trojan warriors melt:
Our deities the first best boon have given-

Faster than all, Iulus' eyes o’erflow;
Internal virtues are the gift of Heaven.

Such love was his, and such had been his wo,
What poor rewards can bless your deeds on earth, "All thou hast ask'd, receive," the prince replied ;
Doubtless await such young, exalted worth. “ Nor this alone, but many a gift beside.
Eneas and Ascanius shall combine

To cheer thy mother's years shall be my aim,
To yield applause, far, far surpassing mine." Creusa's* style but wanting to the dame.
Iulus then :-"By all the powers above !

Fortune an adverse wayward course may run,
By those Penates * who my country love! But bless'd thy mother in so dear a son.
By hoary Vesta's sacred fane, I swear,

Now, by my life !-my sire's most sacred oath-
My hopes are all in you, ye generous pair ! To thee I pledge my full, my firmest troth,
Restore my father to my grateful sight,

All the rewards which once to thee were vow'd, And all my sorrows yield to one delight.

If thou shouldst fall, on her shall be bestow'd.”
Nisus ! two silver goblets are thine own,

Thus spoke the weeping prince, then forth to view
Saved from Arisba's stately domes o'erthrown ! A gleaming falchion from the sheath he drew;
My sire secured them on that fatal day,

Lycayon's utmost skill had graced the steel;
Nor left such bowls an Argive robber's prey: For friends to envy and for foes to feel;
Two massy tripods, also, shall be thine;

A tawny hide, the Moorish lion's spoil,
Two talents polished from the glittering mine : Slain 'mid the forest, in the hunter's toil,
An ancient cup, which Tyrian Dido gave, Mnestheus to guard the elder youth bestows,
While yet our ressels press'd the Punic wave; And old Alethes' casque defends his brows.
But when the hostile chiefs at length bow down, Arm'd thence they go, while all th' assembled train,
When great Æneas wears Hesperia's crown, To aid their cause, implore the gods in vain.
The casque, the buckler, and the fiery steed More than a boy in wisdom and in grace,
Which Turnus guides with more than mortal speed, Iulus holds amid the chiefs his place :
Are thine; no envious lot shall then be cast, His prayer he sends ; but what can prayers avail,
I pledge my word, irrevocably past :

Lost in the murmurs of the sighing gale !
Nay more, twelve slaves, and twice six captive

The trench is pass'd, and, favor'd by the night,
To soothe thy softer hours with amorous flames, Through sleeping foes they wheel their wary flight.
And all the realms which now the Latins sway, When shall the sleep of many a foe be o'er ?
The labors of to-night shall well repay.

Alas! some slumber who shall wake no more!
But thou, my generous youth, whose tender years Chario:s and bridles, mix'd with arms, are seen ;
And near my own, whose worth my heart reveres,

And flowing flasks, and scatter'd troops between. Henceforth affection, sweetly thus begun,

Bacchus and Mars to rule the camp combine;
Shall join our bosoms and our souls in one;

A mingled chaos this of war and wine.
Without thy aid, no glory shall be mine;

· Now," cries the first “for deeds of blood prepare,
Without thy dear advice, no great design; With me the conquest and the labor share:
Alike through life esteem'd, thou godlike boy,


Here lies our path; lest any hand arise, In war my bulwark, and in peace my joy." Watch thou, while many a dreamy chieftain dies;

I'll carve our passage through the heedless foe, To him Euryalus:-"No day shall shame

And clear thy road with many a deadly blow." The rising glories which from this I claim.

His whispering accents then the youth repress'd, Fortune may favor, or the skies may frown, And pierced proud Rhamnes through his panting But valor, spite of fate, obtains renown.

breast; Yet, ere from hence our eager steps depart, Stretch'd at his ease, th' incautious king reposed; One boon I beg, the nearest to my heart;

Debauch, and not fatigue, his eyes had closed : My mother, sprung from Priam's royal line,

To Turnus dear, a prophet and a prince, Like thine ennobled, hardly less divine,

His omens more than augur's skill evince; Nor Troy nor king Acestes' realms restrain

But he, who, thus foretold the fate of all, Her feeble age from dangers of the main ;

Could not avert his own untimely fall. tAlone she came, all selfish fears above,

Next Remus' armor-bearer, hapless fell, A bright example of maternal love,

And three unhappy slaves the carnage swell. Unknown the secret enterprise I brave,

The charioteer along his courser's sides Lest grief should bend my parent to the grave;

Expires, the steel his sever'd neck divides ; From this alone no fond adieus I seek,

And, last, his lord is number'd with the dead; No fainting mother's lips have press'd my cheek ;

Bounding convulsive, flies the gasping head; By gloomy night and thy right hand I vow

From the swoll'n veins the blackening torrents pour, Her parting tears would shake my purpose now ; Stain'd is the couch and earth with clotting gore. Do thou, my prince, her failing age sustain,

Young Lamyrus and Lamus next expire, In thee her much-loved child may live again;

And gay Serranus, filld with youthful fire :

• Household gode.
† "Alone she came." In the first edition, “ Hither she came."

• The mother of lulus, lost on the night when Troy was taken.

Half the long night in childish games was pass'd: Then backward o'er the plain his eyes extend,
Lull’d by the potent grape, he slept at last: On every side they seek his absent friend.
Ah! happier far had he the morn survey'd, "O God! my boy," he cries, "of me bereft,
And till Aurora's dawn his skill display'd. In what impending perils art thou left!"

Listening he runs-above the waving trees,
In slaughter'd folds, the keepers lost in sleep, Tumultuous voices swell the passing breeze;
His hungry fangs a lion thus may steep;

The war-cry rises, thundering hoofs around 'Mid the sad flock, at dead of night, he prowls, Wake the dark echoes of the trembling ground. With murder glutted, and in carnage rolls; Again he turns, of footsteps hear the noise; Insatiate still, through tceming herds he roams; The sound elates, the sight his hope destroys: In seas of gore the lordly tyrant foams.

The hapless boy a muffian train surround,

While lengthening shades his weary way confound;
Nor less the other's deadly vengeance came, Him with loud shouts the furious knights pursue,
But falls on feeble crowds without a name: Struggling in vain, a captive to the crew.
His wound unconscious Fadus scarce can feel, What can his friend'gainst thronging numbers dare?
Yet wakeful Rhæsus sees the threatening steel : Ah! must he rush, his comrade's fate to share ?
His coward breast behind a jar he hides,

What force, what aid, what stratagem essay,
And vainly in the weak defence confides; Back to redeem the Latian spoiler's prey ?"
Full in his heart, the falchion searched his veins, His life a votive ransom nobly give,
The reeking weapon bears alternate stains ;

Or die with him for whom he wish'd to live? Through wine and blood, commingling as they flow, Poising with strength his lifted lance on high, One feeble spirit seeks the shades below.

On Luna's orb he cast his frenzied eye: Now where Messapus dwelt they bend their way, “Goddess serene, transcending erery star! Whose fires emit a faint and trembling ray ; Queen of the sky, whose beams are seen afar! There, unconfined, behold each grazing steed, By night heaven owns thy sway, by day the grore, Unwatch'd, unheeded, on the herbage feed: When, as chaste Dian, here thou deign'st to rove; Brave Nisus here arrests his comrade's arm, If e'er myself, or sire, have sought to grace Too flush'd with carnage, and with conquest warm : Thine altars with the produce of the chase, “Hence let us haste, the dangerous path is pass'd; Speed, speed my dart to pierce yon vaunting crowd, Full foes enough to-night have breath'd their last: To free my friend and scatter far the proud." Soon will the day those eastern clouds adorn; Thus having said, the hissing dart he flung; Now let us speed, nor tempt the rising morn. Through parted shades the hurtling weapons sung;

The thirsty point in Sulmo's entrails lay, What silver arms, with various art emboss'd, Transfixed his heart, and stretch'd him on the clay: What bowls and mantles in confusion toss'd, He sobs, he dies,--the troop in wild amaze, They leave regardless! yet one glittering prize Unconscious whence the death, with horror gaze. Attracts the younger hero's wandering eyes ; While pale they stare, through Tagus' temple riren, The gilded harness Rhamnes' coursers felt, A second shaft with equal force is driven : The gems which studd the monarch's golden belt; Fierce Volscens rolls around his lowering eyes; This from the pallid corse was quickly torn, Veil'd by the night, secure the Trojan lies; Once by a line of former chieftains worn.

Burning with wrath, he viewed his soldiers fall. Th' exulting boy the studded girdle wears, “ Thou youth accurst, thy life shall pay for all!" Messapus' helm his head in triumph bears; Quick from the sheath his flaming glaive he drew. Then from the tents their cautious steps they bend And, raging, on the boy defenceless flew. To seek the vale where safer paths extend. Nisus no more the blackening shade conceals,

Forth, forth he starts, and all his love reveals , Just at this hour a band of Latian horse

Aghast, confused, his fears to madness rise, To Turnus' camp pursue their destined course; And pour these accents, shrieking as he flies; While the slow foot their tardy march delay, "Me, me-your vengeance hurl on me alone; The knights, impatient, spur along the way: Here sheathe the steel, my blood is all your own. Three hundred mail-clad men, by Volscens led, Ye starry spheres ! thou conscious Heaven ! attest! To Turnus with their master's promise sped; He could not-durst not-lo! the guile confest! Now they approach the trench, and view the walls, All, all was mine-his early fate suspend When, on the left, a light reflection falls;

He only loved too well his hapless friend : The plunder'd helmet through the waning night, Spare, spare, ye chiefs ! from him your rage remove Sheds forth a silver radiance, glancing bright. His fault was friendship, all his crime was love." Volscens with question loud the pair alarms He pray'd in vain ; the dark assassin's sword "Stand, stragglers ! stand! why early thus in arms ? Pierced the fair side, the snowy bosom gored; From whence, to whom ?”-He meets with no reply: Lowly to earth inclines his plume-clad crest, Trusting the covert of the night, they fly;

And sanguine torrents mantle o'er his breast : The thicket's depth with hurried pace they tread, As some young rose, whose blossom scents the air, *While round the wood the hostile squadron spread. Languid in death, expires beneath the share;

Or crimson poppy, sinking with the shower, With brakes entangled, scarce a path between, Declining gently, falls a fading flower :

Dreary and dark appears the sylvan scene : Thus, sweetly drooping, bends his lovely head, 1-Euryalus his heavy spoils impede,

And lingering beauty hovers round the dead.
The boughs and winding turns his steps mislead;
But Nisus seours along the forest's maze

But fiery Nisus stems the battle's tide,
Io where Latinus' steeds in safety graze,

'Revenge his leader, and despair his guide;

Volscens he seeks amid the gathering host,

My native soil! beloved before,
Polscens must soon appease his comrade's ghost; Now dearer as my peaceful home,
Steel, flashing, pours on steel, foe crowds on foe; Ne'er may I quit thy rocky shore
Rage nerves his arm, fate gleams in every blow;

A hapless banish'd wretch to roam !
In vain beneath unnumber'd wounds he bleeds, This very day, this very hour,
Nor wounds, nor death, distracted Nisns heeds ;

May I resign this fleeting breath!
In viewless circles wheel'd, his falchion flies,

Nor quit my silent humble bower;
Nor quits the hero's grasp till Volscens dies ;

A doom to me far worse than death
Deep in his throat its end the weapon found,
The tyrant's soul fled groaning through the wound.

Have I not heard the exile's sigh,
Thus Nisus all his fond affection proved

And seen the exile's silent tear, Dying, revenged the fate of him he loved ;

Through distant climes condemn'd to fly Chen on his bosom sought his wonted place,

A pensive weary wanderer here? and death was heavenly in his friend's embrace !

Ah! hapless dame! * no sire bewails,

No friend thy wretched fate deplores, Celestial pair ! if aught my verse can claim,

No kindred voice with rapture hails
Wafted on Time's broad pinion, yours is fame!

Thy steps within a stranger's doors.
Ages on ages shall your fate admire,
No future day shall see your names expire,

Perish the fiend whose iron heart,
While stands the Capitol, immortal dome!

To fair affection's truth unknown,
And vanquish'd millions hail their empress, Rome! Bids her he fondly loved depart,

Unpitied, helpless, and alone:
Who ne'er unlocks with silver key +

The milder treasures of his soul,-
May such a friend be far from me,

And ocean's storms between us roll!



WHEN fierce conflicting passions urge

The breast where love is wont to glow, What mind can stem the stormy surge,

Which rolls the tide of human wo? The hope of praise, the dread of shame,

Can rouse the tortured breast no more; The wild desire, the guilty flame,

Absorbs each wish it felt before.


But if affection gently thrills

The soul by purer dreams possest, The pleasing balm of mortal ills

In love can soothe the aching breast : If thus thou comest in disguise,t

Fair Venus ! from thy native heaven, What heart unfeeling would despise

The sweetest boon the gods have given ?

High in the midst, surrounded by his peers,
Magnus his ample front sublime uprears :
Placed on his chair of state, he seems a god,
While Sophs and Freshinen tremble at his nod.
As all around sit wrapt in speechless gloom,
His voice in thunder shakes the sounding dome ;
Denouncing dire reproach to luckless fools,
Unskill'd to plod in mathematic rules.

But never from thy golden bow

May I beneath the shaft expire !
Whose creeping venom, sure and slow,

Awakes an all-consuming fire :
Ye racking doubts ! ye jealous fears !

With others wage internal war;
Repentance, source of future tears,

From me be ever distant far!

Happy the youth in Euclid's axioms tried,
Though little versed in any art beside ;

Who, scarcely skill'd in English line to pen,
Scans Attic metres with a critic's ken.
What though he knows not how his fathers bled,
When civil discord piled the fields with dead,
When Edward bade his conquering bands advance,
Or Henry trampled on the crest of France;
Though marvelling at the name of Magna Charta,
Yet well he recollects the laws of Sparta;
Can tell what edicts sage Lycurgus made,
While Blackstone's on the shelf neglected laid ;

May no distracting thoughts destroy

The holy calm of sacred love!
May all the hours be winged with joy,

Which hover faithful hearts above!
Fair Venus! on thy myrtle shrine

May I with some fond lover sigh,
Whose heart may mingle pure with mine

With me to live, with me to die !

• Medea, who accompanied Jason to Corinth, was deserted by hina for the daughter of Creon, king of that city. The chorus from which this is taken here addresses Medea ; though a considerable liberty is taken with the original, by expanding the idea, as also in some other parts of the translation.

1 The original is “Kasapàv dvoi{ayrı kahda opevūv ;" literally " dinclosing the bright key of the mind.

* No reflection is here intended against the person mentioned under the name of Magnus. He is merely represented as performing an unavoidablo function of his office. Indeed, such an attempt could only recoil upoa myself; as that gentleman is now as much distinguished by his eloquence, and the dignified propriety with which he fills his situation, as he was in hulle younger days for wit and conviviality

The above note was added in the first edition of the Hours of Idlenen..

• First printed in Hours of Idleness.

Comest in disguise. In the first edition, com'at in gentle dioguine.

Of Grecian dramas vaunts the deathless fame,

TO THE EARL OF of Avon's bard remembering scarce the name.


semper amorie

Sis memor, et cari comitis ne abecedat imago." Such is the youth whose scientific pate

Valerius Flaccur. Class-honors, medals, fellowships, await;

FRIEND of my youth! when young we rovede Or even, perhaps, the declamation prize, If to such glorious height he lifts his eyes.

Like striplings mutually beloved But, lo! no common orator can hope

With friendship's purest glow, The envied silver cup within his scope.

The bliss which wing'd those rosy hours Not that our heads much eloquence require,

Was such as pleasure seldom showers

On mortals here below.
Th’ ATHENIAN's glowing style, or Tully's fire.
A manner clear or warm is useless, since
We do not try by speaking to convince.

The recollection seems alone
Be other orators of pleasing proud:

Dearer than all the joys I've known
We speak to please ourselves, not move the crowd : When distant far from you :
Our gravity prefers the muttering tone,

Though pain, 'tis still a pleasing pain,
A proper mixture of the squeak and


To trace those days and hours again,
No borrowed grace of action must be seen ;

And sigh again adieu !
The slightest motion would displease the Dean;
Whilst every staring graduate would prate

My pensive memory lingers o'er
Against what he could never imitate.

Those scenes to be enjoy'd no more,

Those scenes.regretted ever : The man who hopes t' obtain the promised cup

The measure of our youth is full, Must in one posture stand, and ne'er look up;

Life's evening dream is dark and dull,

And we may meet-ah! never !
Nor stop, but rattle over every word-
Not matter what, so it can not be heard.
Thus let him hurry on, nor think to rest;

As when one parent spring supplies
Who speaks the fastest's sure to speak the best;

Two streams which from one fountain rise, Who utters most within the shortest space,

Together join'd in vain ;
May safely hope to win the wordy race.

How soon, diverging from their source,
Each, murmuring, seeks another course,

Till mingled in the main !
The sons of science these, who, thus repaid,
Linger in ease in Granta's sluggish shade ;

Our vital streams of weal or wo,
Where on Cam's sedgy bank supine they lie

Though near, alas ! distinctly flow, Unknown--unhonor'd live, unwept-for die :

Nor mingle as before : Dull as the pictures which adorn their halls,

Now swift or slow, now black or clear,
They think all learning fix'd within their walls : Till death's unfathom'd gulf appear,
In manners rude in foolish forms precise,

And both shall quit the shore,
All modern arts affecting to despise;
Yet prizing BENTLEY'S,* Brunck's,* or Porson'st

Our souls, my friend! which once supplied

One wish, nor breathed a thought beside, More than the verse on which the critic wrote:

Now flow in different channels : | Vain as their honors, heavy as their ale,

Disdaining humbler rural sports, Sad as their wit, and tedious as their tale ;

'Tis yours to mix in polish'd courts, To friendship dead, though not untaught to feel,

And shine in fashion's annals :
When Self and Church demand a bigot zeal.
With eager haste they court the lord of power,

'Tis mine to waste on love my time,
Whether 'tis Pirt or Petty rules the hour; $
To him with suppliant smiles they bend the head,

Or vent my reveries in rhyme

Without the aid of reason ; While distant mitres to their eyes are spread.

For sense and reason (critics know it)
But should a storm o'erwhelm him with disgrace,

Have quitted every amorous poet,
They'd fly to seek the next who fill'd his place.
Such are the men who learning's treasures guard ;

Nor left a thought to seize on.
Such is their practice, such is their reward !
This much at least we may presume to say-

Poor LITTLE! sweet, melodious bard!

of late esteem'd it monstrous hard The premium can't exceed the price they pay.


That he who sang before all,
He who the lore of love expanded,

By dire reviewers should be branded
Celebrated critics.
| The present Greek professor at Trinity College, Cambridge ; a man

As void of wit and moral.t whose powers of mind and writings may perhaps justify their preference. The concluding clause of the foregoing note was added in the first edition

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And yet, while Beauty's praise is thine, Vain as their honors, &c.—The four ensuing lines were inserted in the Harmonious favorite of the Nine! second edition of Hours of Idleness,

$ Since this was written, Lord H. Petty has lost his place, and subsequently (I had almost said consequently) the honor of representing the University. • These stanzas were first published in the second edition of Room of A fact eo glaring requirea uo corament.

Idleness. 1 While distant mitres, &c. In the private volume, While mitrea pro These stanzas were written soon after the appearance of a bends to their eyes are spread.

critique, in a northern review, ou a new publication of the British Anaal

of Hours of Idleness,

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