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V. 



On tliee, as lone I trace the Trent's green brink, 

 When the dim twilight slumbers on the glade : 



On thee my thoughts shall dwell, nor Fancy shrink 

 To hold mysterious converse with thy shade. 



VI. 



Of thee, as early I, with vagrant feet, 



Hail the gray-sandal'd morn in Colwick's vale, 



Of thee my sylvan reed shall warble sweet, 

 And wild wood echoes shall repeat the tale. 



VII. 



And oh ! ye nymphs of Pa^on ! who preside 

 O'er running rill and salutary stream, 



Guard ye in future well the Halcyon tide 



From the rude Death-shriek and the dying scream. 



COMMENCEMENT OF A POEM ON DESPAIR. 



Some to Aonian lyres of silver sound 



With winning elegance attune their song, 



Form'd to sink lightly on the soothed sense, 



And charm the soul with softest harmony ; 



Tis then that hope with sanguine eye is seen 



Roving through Fancy's gay futurity ; 



Her heart light dancing to the sounds of pleasure, 



Pleasure of days to come. — Memory too then 



Comes with her sister, IMeiancholy, sad, 



Pensively musing on the scenes of youth, 



Scenes never to return.* 



Such subjects merit poets used to raise 



The Attic verse harmonious ; but for me 



A dreadlier theme demands my backward hand, 



And bids me strike the strings of dissonance 



* Allnding; to tlie two pleasing poems, the "^Pleasures of Hope" ar.d 

 >f *• Memory." 



