ENTOMOLOGICAL MAGAZINE. 



JULY, 1833. 



Art. XXXVII. — Colloqnia Entomologica. 



(The second and last of the series.) 



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Scene — The Parlotir at the Bull Inn, Birch- wood- corner. 



Enter Erro froin mothing ; he takes off a hulVs-eye lanthorn, 

 and sits, folding his anjis. — An expiring fire in the grate. 



Erro. 



Where rose the mountains, there to him were friends ; 

 Where rolled the ocean, thereon was his home ; 

 Where a blue sky and glowing clime extends, 

 He had the passion and the power to roam. 

 The desert, forest, cavern, breaker's foam 

 Were unto him companionship ; they spake 

 A mutual language, clearer than the tome 

 Of his land's tongue, which he would oft forsake 

 For nature's pages, glassed by sunbeams on the lake. 



{A long pause.) 



Like the Chaldagan, he could watch the stars 

 Till he had peopled them with beings bright 

 As their own beams ; and earth, and earth-born jars. 

 And human frailties, were forgotten quite. 

 Could I have kept my spirit to that flight 

 I had been happy ; but this clay will sink 

 Its part immortal, envying it the light 

 To which it mounts as if to break the link 

 That keeps us from yon heaven, that lures us to its brink. 

 NO. IV. VOL. I. T T 



