More like you'll find such sparks as these To Epicurus' Deities; Like them they mix not with affairs, To beaux this difference is allow'd, See volume first of Hannah More's admirable works. 19 vols. Cadell, 1818. HELEN MARIA WILLIAMS. Sonnet to Hope.* O EVER skill'd to wear the form we love! Say that for me some pleasures yet shall bloom, That Fancy's radiance, Friendship's precious tear, Shall soften, or shall chase, misfortune's gloom. But come not glowing in the dazzling ray, Which once with dear illusions charm'd my eye, O! strew no more, sweet flatterer! on my way The flowers I fondly thought too bright to die; Visions less fair will soothe my pensive breast, That asks not happiness, but longs for rest! To this sonnet, the authoress has subjoined the following note, in an edition of her Poems printed 1823: "I commence the Sonnets with that to Hope, from a predilection in its favour, for which I have a proud reason: it is that of Mr. Wordsworth, who lately honoured me with his visits while at Paris, having repeated it to me from memory, after a lapse of many years." SONG. Ан, Evan, by thy winding stream How once I lov'd to stray, And view the morning's reddening beam, Or charm of closing day! To yon dear grot by Evan's side, But I no more a charm can see Are those enchanting shades. While far-how far from Evan's bowers, And high the billows rise! And O, where'er the wanderer goes, Is that poor mourner dear, Who gives, while soft the Evan flows, Each passing wave a tear! And does he now that grotto view? pursue The Evan's lovely maze? O come! repass the stormy wave, On Evan's peaceful shore. Leave not my breaking heart to mourn The joys so long denied; Ah, soon to those green banks return Where Evan meets the Clyde. JOANNA BAILLIE. The Kitten. WANTON drole, whose harmless play And maid, whose cheek outblooms the rose, Who, bending to the friendly light, Come, shew thy tricks and sportive graces, |