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  • Italy : 37. The Fire-Fly
    There is an Insect, that, when Evening comes,
    Small though he be, scarcely distinguishable,
    38 lines
  • To ---
    Go--you may call it madness, folly;
    You shall not chase my gloom away.
    8 lines
  • The Sailor
    The Sailor sighs as sinks his native shore,
    As all its lessening turrets bluely fade;
    38 lines
  • To an Old Oak
    Radice in Tartara tendit. ~ Virg.
    Trunk of a Giant now no more!
    42 lines
  • On....Asleep
    Sleep on, and dream of Heaven awhile.
    Tho' shut so close thy laughing eyes,
    18 lines
  • From a Greek Epigram
    While on the cliff with calm delight she kneels,
    And the blue vales a thousand joys recall,
    5 lines
  • From Euripides
    There is a streamlet issuing from a rock.
    The village-girls singing wild madrigals,
    7 lines
  • From Eurpides II
    Dear is that valley to the murmuring bees;
    And all, who know it, come and come again.
    5 lines
  • From an Italian Sonnet
    Love, under Friendship's vesture white,
    Laughs, his little limbs concealing;
    8 lines
  • The Youngest Daughter of Lady ****
    Ah! why with tell-tale tongue reveal
    What most her blushes would conceal?
    12 lines
  • To Two Sisters - On The Death Of A Younger Sister
    Well may you sit within, and, fond of grief,
    Look in each other's face, and melt in tears;
    23 lines
  • On a Tear
    Oh! that the Chemist's magic art
    Could crystallize this sacred treasure!
    28 lines
  • To A Voice That Had Been Lost
    Vane, quid affectas faciem mihi ponere, pictor?
    Aeris et lingua sum filia;
    31 lines
  • A Character
    As thro' the hedge-row shade the violet steals,
    And the sweet air its modest leaf reveals;
    14 lines
  • To A Fragment Of A Statue Of Hercules ; Commonly Called The Torso
    And dost thou still, thou mass of breathing stone,
    (Thy giant limbs to night and chaos hurl'd)
    13 lines
  • To the Butterfly
    Child of the sun! pursue thy rapturous flight,
    Mingling with her thou lov'st in fields of light;
    9 lines
  • An Epitaph on a Robin Red-Breast
    Tread lightly here, for here, 'tis said,
    When piping winds are hushed around,
    10 lines
  • To The Gnat
    When by the green-wood side, at summer eve,
    Poetic visions charm my closing eye;
    15 lines
  • An Inscription in the Crimea
    Shepherd, or Huntsman, or worn Mariner,
    Whate'er thou art, who wouldst allay thy thirst,
    13 lines
  • An Inscription - For Stratfield Saye
    These are the groves a grateful people gave
    For noblest service; and from age to age,
    29 lines
  • An Inscription for a Temple - Dedicated to the Graces (at Woburn-Abbey)
    Approach with reverence. There are those within,
    Whose dwelling-place is Heaven. Daughters of Jove,
    6 lines
  • Reflections - I.
    Man to the last is but a froward child;
    So eager for the future, come what may,
    6 lines
  • Reflections - II.
    Alas, to our discomfort and his own,
    Oft are the greatest talents to be found
    23 lines
  • Reflections III.
    The heart, they say, is wiser than the schools;
    And well they may. All that is great in thought,
    14 lines
  • Reflections IV.
    This Child, so lovely and so cherub-like,
    (No fairer spirit in the heaven of heavens)
    14 lines
  • Reflections V.
    Oh, if the selfish knew how much they lost,
    What would they not endeavour, not endure,
    4 lines
  • The Alps at Day-break
    The sun-beams streak the azure skies,
    And line with light the mountain's brow:
    16 lines
  • A Wish
    Mine be a cot beside the hill,
    A bee-hive's hum shall sooth my ear;
    16 lines, 1 comment
  • An Italian Song
    Dear is my little native vale,
    The ring-dove builds and murmurs there;
    18 lines
  • Ode to Superstition
    I. 1.
    Hence, to the realms of Night, dire Demon, hence!
    173 lines
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