VII. HER only pilot the soft breeze, the boat With keen-eyed Hope, with Memory, at her side, All that to each is precious, as we float If the heavens smile, and leave us free to glide, From trivial cares. But, Fancy and the Muse, While here sits One whose brightness owes its hues VIII. THE fairest, brightest hues of ether fade; * Lo, in the vale, the mists of evening spread! * See the Vision of Mirza in the Spectator. ; IX. UPON THE SIGHT OF A BEAUTIFUL PICTURE, PRAISED be the Art whose subtle power could stay Yon cloud, and fix it in that glorious shape; Nor those bright sunbeams to forsake the day; Soul-soothing Art! whom Morning, Noon-tide, Ever, Thou, with ambition modest yet sublime, X. "WHY, Minstrel, these untuneful murmuringsDull, flagging notes that with each other jar?" "Think, gentle Lady, of a Harp so far From its own country, and forgive the strings." XI. AERIAL ROCK-whose solitary brow From this low threshold daily meets my sight; A grace Rise, then, ye votive Towers! and catch a gleam Of golden sunset, ere it fade and die. |