Who let me taste that more than cordial dram, Show'd me that epic was of all the king, Round, vast, and spanning all, like Saturn's ring? Upon a tyrant's head. Ah! had I never seen, No, doubly no ;—yet should these rhymings please, With hopes that you would one day think the reading Some weeks have pass'd since last I saw the spires No sooner had I stepp'd into these pleasures, And revell'd in a chat that ceased not, When, at night-fall, among your books we got: No, nor till cordially you shook my hand Mid-way between our homes:-your accents bland Could hear your footsteps touch the gravelly floor. With him," said I, "will take a pleasant charm; STANZAS. In a drear-nighted December, Thy branches ne'er remember The north cannot undo them, In a drear-nighted December, But with a sweet forgetting, They stay their crystal fretting, Never, never petting About the frozen time. Ah! would 't were so with many A gentle girl and boy! But were there ever any Writhed not at passed joy? To know the change and feel it, END OF PART II. |