Die into life so young Apollo anguish'd ;
His very hair, his golden tresses famed
Kept undulation round his eager neck.
During the pain Mnemosyne upheld

Her arms as one who prophesied.—At length
Apollo shriek'd ;-and lo! from all his limbs
Celestial

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MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.

What more felicity can fall to creature

Than to enjoy delight with liberty?

Fate of the Butterfly.—SPENSER.

DEDICATION.

TO LEIGH HUNT, ESQ.

GLORY and loveliness have pass'd away;
For if we wander out in early morn,
No wreathed incense do we see upborne
Into the east to meet the smiling day:

No crowds of nymphs soft-voiced and young and gay,
In woven baskets bringing ears of corn,

Roses, and pinks, and violets, to adorn
The shrine of Flora in her early May.
But there are left delights as high as these.
And I shall ever bless my destiny,
That in a time when under pleasant trees
Pan is no longer sought, I feel a free,

A leafy luxury, seeing I could please

With these poor offerings, a man like thee.

MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.

Places of nestling green for poets made.-Story of Rimini.

I STOOD tiptoe upon a little hill,

The air was cooling, and so very still,

That the sweet buds which with a modest pride
Pull droopingly, in slanting curve aside,
Their scanty-leaved, and finely-tapering stems,
Had not yet lost their starry diadems

Caught from the early sobbing of the morn.

The clouds were pure and white as flocks new

shorn,

And fresh from the clear brook; sweetly they

slept

On the blue fields of heaven, and then there

crept

A little noiseless noise among the leaves,

Born of the very sigh that silence heaves;
For not the faintest motion could be seen

Of all the shades that slanted o'er the green. There was wide wandering for the greediest eye, about upon variety;

To peer