OF SELBOKN^E. 195 



" As when a dove her rocky hold forsakes, 

 '' Rous'd, in a fright her souiiding wings she shakes ; 

 " The cavern rings with clattering : — out she flies, 

 " And leaves her callow care, and cleaves the skies ; 

 " At first she flutters :^but at length she springs 

 " To smoother flight, and shoots upon her wings." 



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