194 TO SOPHIA. 



One more observation may be made on this poem, 

 before proceeding to the remainder and principal part 

 of the volume. In Goldsmith's " Traveller" there is a 

 thought, happily conceived and beautifully expressed ; 

 the poet considers himself placed on an eminence, 

 surveying the towns, fields, lakes, and vale below him, 

 and, exulting in all the good of all mankind, he ex- 

 claims, — 



" For me your tributary stores combine 

 Creation's heir, the World, the World is mine!" 



Carrington has certainly not improved upon the 

 bard of Ferns. 



" Anon the wayward wight would fearless scale 



The black-browed cliff that overhung the dale. 



And careless resting on that mountain throne, 



Make the vast wealth of Prospect all his own 



With rich appropriation." p. 14. 



Tentatus. 



*** We expected to give the whole of what remained of this 

 paper on Carrmgton in the present number — want of room compels 

 us to omit the rest till next month. — Ed. 



TO SOPHIA. 



Sweet lady ! I have gazed upon the light 



Of thy rare beauty till its influence 

 Flung a new extacy — a strange delight 



Ineffable, around each quailing sense ; 

 O ! peerless one ! I deemed thee far above 



The sway of passion's power — I did not dare 

 To treasure in my breast a thought of love 



For one so fair — so exquisitely fair : 

 And yet for ever I could thus recline. 



Before thy virgin beauty, worshipping 

 Like a rapt devotee beneath the shrine 



Of some bright holiness — some saintly thing ; 

 O ! I could kneel before thy gentle sway 

 Till my heart withered, like a sigh, away. 



Leon, 

 Devonshire Place. 



