TO ROMANCE. PARENT of golden dreams, Romance! And yet 'tis hard to quit the dreams When virgins seem no longer vain, And must we own thee but a name, A Pylades (1) in every friend? tain, in the Malvern Hills. After I returned to Cheltenham, I used to watch them every afternoon, at sunset, with a sensation which I cannot describe."-E. (1) It is hardly necessary to add, that Pylades was the companion of Orestes, and a partner in one of those friendships which, with those of Achilles and Patroclus, Nisus and Euryalus, Damon and Pythias, have been handed down to posterity as remarkable instances of attachments, which in all probability never existed beyond the imagination of the poet, or the page of an historian, or modern novelist. But leave at once thy realms of air And friends have feeling for themselves? With shame I own I've felt thy sway; No more thy precepts I obey, No more on fancied pinions soar. To trust a passing wanton's sigh, Romance! disgusted with deceit, Now join with sable Sympathy, With cypress crown'd, array'd in weeds, Who heaves with thee her simple sigh, Whose breast for every bosom bleeds; And call thy sylvan female choir, To mourn a swain for ever gone, Who once could glow with equal fire, But bends not now before thy throne. I 2 Ye genial nymphs, whose ready tears Whose bosoms heave with fancied fears, Adieu, fond race! a long adieu ! Convulsed by gales you cannot weather; ANSWER TO SOME ELEGANT VERSES SENT "But if any old lady, knight, priest, or physician, New Bath Guide. CANDOUR Compels me, BECHER! (1) to commend The verse which blends the censor with the friend. (1) The Rev. John Becher, prebendary of Southwell, the well-known author of several philanthropic plans for the amelioration of the condition of the poor. In this gentleman the youthful poet found not only an honest Your strong yet just reproof extorts applause The wise sometimes from Wisdom's ways depart: Vainly the dotard mends her prudish pace, and judicious critic, but a sincere friend. To his care the superintendence of the second edition of "Hours of Idleness," during its progress through a country press, was intrusted, and at his suggestion several corrections and omissions were made. "I must return you," says Lord Byron, in a letter written in February, 1808, "my best acknowledgments for the interest you have taken in me and my poetical bantlings, and I shall ever be proud to show how much I esteem the advice and the adviser."— E. Whose downcast eye disdains the wanton leer, No net to snare her willing heart is spread; November 26. 1806. ELEGY ON NEWSTEAD ABBEY. (1) "It is the voice of years that are gone! they roll before me with all their deeds."- Ossian. NEWSTEAD! fast-falling, once-resplendent dome! Religion's shrine! repentant HENRY'S (2) pride! Of warriors, monks, and dames the cloister'd tomb, Whose pensive shades around thy ruins glide, (1) As one poem on this subject is already printed, the author had, origi. nally, no intention of inserting the following. It is now added at the particular request of some friends. (2) Henry II. founded Newstead soon after the murder of Thomas à Becket. [See ante, p. 15. note.] |