Poetry
... foctrtv. ON READING SOME LINES IN THE LIFE OF LORD BYRON.) BAsD, in thy rich and cinseoi rhyme The groas of Poesy are shrined: They shall be valued long as time One lover of the muse shall find. But to this simple page belong The records of anection past; Not the vain breath of Fiction's song, But words on Reason's basis cast. A soul like thine, 't were woman's joy, And woman's triumph, to ...