Poetry
... IoWtrp. SONNET. No more the snow-clatd Alps salute mine eye- No more Lake Leman niorurs at my faet- No more I seek the woodland's green retreat, To view the Mdont IBlallc misigle with the skyb The gentle airs that Used around to sigh, As healt the green boughs to tieir soft embrace, No more I feel come lightly walling by, To breathe refrcshing coohieas in my face. Alt! why forsake thas Eden's ...