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Mark him, how bis power

he

uses,
Lays it by, at will resumes !
Mark, ere for his haunt he chooses

Clouds and utter glooms!
There, he wheels in downward mazes ;
Sunward now his flight he raises,
Catches fire, as seems, and blazes

With uninjured plumes !"

ANSWER

“Stranger, 'tis no act of

courage Which aloft thou dost discern; No bold bird gone forth to forage

'Mid the tempest stern; But such mockery as the nations See, when public perturbations Lift men from their native stations, Like yon

TUFT OF FERN ;

Such it is; the aspiring creature
Soaring on undaunted wing,
(So you fancied) is by nature

A dull helpless thing,
Dry and withered, light and yellow;-
That to be the tempest’s fellow!
Wait—and you shall see how hollow

Its endeavouring !"

1817.

XVIII.

ON SEEING A NEEDLECASE IN THE FORM OF

A. HARP.

THE WORK OF E.M.S.

FROWNS are on every Muse's face,

Reproaches from their lips are sent,
That mimicry should thus disgrace

The noble Instrument.

A very Harp in all but size!

Needles for strings in apt gradation !
Minerva's self would stigmatize

The unclassic profanation.

Even her own needle that subdued

Arachne's rival spirit,
Though wrought in Vulcan's happiest mood,

Such honour could not merit.

And this, too, from the Laureate's Child,

A living lord of melody!
How will her Sire be reconciled

To the refined indignity ?

I spake, when whispered a low voice,

6 Bard! moderate your ire; Spirits of all degrees rejoice

In presence of the lyre.

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ON SEEING A NEEDLECASE IN THE FORM OF A HARP. 37

The Minstrels of Pygmean bands,

Dwarf Genii, moonlight-loving Fays,
Have shells to fit their tiny hands

And suit their slender lays.

Some, still more delicate of ear,

Have lutes (believe my words)
Whose framework is of gossamer,

While sunbeams are the chords.

Gay Sylphs this miniature will court,

Made vocal by their brushing wings,
And sullen Gnomes will learn to sport

Around its polished strings;

Whence strains to love-sick maiden dear,

While in her lonely bower she tries
To cheat the thought she cannot cheer,

By fanciful embroideries.

Trust, angry Bard! a knowing Sprite,

Nor think the Harp her lot deplores; Though ʼmid the stars the Lyre shine bright, Love stoops as fondly as he soars."

XIX,

TO A LADY,

IN ANSWER TO A REQUEST THAT I WOULD WRITE HER A POEM UPON SOME DRAWINGS THAT SHE HAD MADE OF

FLOWERS IN THE ISLAND OF MADEIRA.

Fair Lady! can I sing of flowers

That in Madeira bloom and fade,
I who ne'er sate within their bowers,

Nor through their sunny lawns have strayed ? ?
How they in sprightly dance are worn

By Shepherd-groom or May-day queen,
Or holy festal pomps adorn,

These eyes have never seen.

Yet tho' to me the pencil's art

No like remembrances can give,
Your portraits still may reach the heart

And there for gentle pleasure live;
While Fancy ranging with free scope

Shall on some lovely Alien set
A name with us endeared to hope,

To peace, or fond regret.
Still as we look with nicer care,

Some new resemblance we may trace ;
A Heart's-ease will perhaps be there,

A Speedwell may not want its place.
And so may we, with charmed mind

Beholding what your skill has wrought,
Another Star-of-Bethlehem find,

A new Forget-me-not.

From earth to heaven with motion fleet

From heaven to earth our thoughts will pass, A Holy-thistle here we meet

And there a Shepherd's weather-glass ; And haply some familiar name

Shall grace the fairest, sweetest, plant Whose presence cheers the drooping frame

Of English Emigrant.

Gazing she feels its powers beguile

Sad thoughts, and breathes with easier breath; Alas! that meek that tender smile

Is but a harbinger of death : And pointing with a feeble hand

She says, in faint words by sighs broken, Bear for me to my native land

This precious Flower, true love's last token.

XX.

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GLAD sight wherever new with old
Is joined through some dear homeborn tie;
The life of all that we behold
Depends upon that mystery.
Vain is the glory of the sky,
The beauty vain of field and grove
Unless, while with admiring eye
We gaze, we also learn to love.

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