You are not, Kelly, of the common strain, gain; By fortune thrown amid the actors' train, Your tears have passion in them, and a grace That vanish and return we know not how- II. ON THE SIGHT OF SWANS IN KENSINGTON GARDEN. QUEEN-BIRD that sittest on thy shining nest, And thy young cygnets without sorrow hatchest, And thou, thou other royal bird, that watchest Her shelly isou. Tacy sinus To tread the land or walets w! N |