Die into life so young Apollo anguish'd ; Her arms as one who prophesied.—At length 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; No crowds of nymphs soft-voiced and young and gay, Roses, and pinks, and violets, to adorn 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 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; Of all the shades that slanted o'er the green. There was wide wandering for the greediest eye, about upon variety; To peer |