in fact the viands and the ministering graces are shadowy or real, to him who has not hand to grasp nor arms to embrace them? 3. Hope, Imagination, honourable Aims, 4. For never touch of gladness stirs my heart, And wishing without hope I restlessly despair. 5 The mother with anticipated glee Smiles o'er the child, that standing by her chair And flatt'ning its round cheek upon her knee To mock the coming sounds. At that sweet sight And if the babe perchance should lisp the notes aright, 6 Then is she tenfold gladder than before! What then avails those songs, which sweet of yore Were only sweet for their sweet echo's sake ? FANCY IN NUBIBUS, OR THE POET IN THE CLOUDS. O! it is pleasant, with a heart at ease, Just after sunset, or by moonlight skies, To make the shifting clouds be what you please, Or let the easily persuaded eyes Own each quaint likeness issuing from the mould Of a friend's fancy; or with head bent low And cheek aslant see rivers flow of gold 'Twixt crimson banks; and then, a traveller, go From mount to mount through CLOUDLAND, gor geous land! Or list'ning to the tide, with closed sight, Be that blind bard, who on the Chian strand By those deep sounds possessed with inward light Beheld the ILIAD and the ODYSSEE Rise to the swelling of the voiceful sea. THE TWO FOUNTS. STANZAS ADDRESSED TO A LADY ON HER RECOVERY WITH UNBLEMISHED LOOKS, FROM A SEVERE ATTACK OF PAIN. 'Twas my last waking thought, how it could be, That thou, sweet friend, such anguish should'st endure : When straight from Dreamland came a Dwarf, and he Could tell the cause, forsooth, and knew the cure. Methought he fronted me with peering look In every heart (quoth he) since Adam's sin But she, whose aspect I find imaged here, Of PLEASURE only will to all dispense, As on the driving cloud the shiny Bow, As though the spirits of all lovely flowers, Ev'n so, Eliza! on that face of thine, A Beauty hovers still, and ne'er takes wing, |