THE ALPS AT DAY-BREAK. THE sun-beams streak the azure skies, And line with light the mountain's brow : With hounds and horns the hunters rise, And chase the roebuck thro' the snow. From rock to rock, with giant-bound, Mute, lest the air, convulsed by sound, The goats wind slow their wonted way, And while the torrent thunders loud, * There are passes in the Alps, where the guides tell you to move on with speed, and say nothing, lest the agitation of the air should loosen the snows above. IMITATION OF AN ITALIAN SONNET. Love, under Friendship's vesture white, Laughs, his little limbs concealing; Like Pity meets the dazzled sight, But now as Rage the God appears! He fowns, and tempests shake his frame !Frowning, or smiling, or in tears, 'Tis Love; and Love is still the same. TO THE YOUNGEST DAUGHTER OF LADY **. AH! why with tell-tale tongue reveal * What most her blushes would conceal? The seraph-sweetness of her face? For this presumption, soon or late, Know thine shall be a kindred fate. * Alluding to some verses which she had written on an elder sister. AN EPITAPH * ON A ROBIN-REDBREAST. TREAD lightly here, for here, 'tis said, -Gone to the world where birds are blest! Or school-boy's giant form is seen; But Love, and Joy, and smiling Spring * Inscribed on an urn in the flower-garden at Hafod. C |