. Opere poetiche e drammatiche. Fondata sull'ultimo ed. Dell'autore del 1834, con molti pezzi aggiuntivi ora inclusi per la prima volta, e con una collezione di varie letture . Ice era come un boscoso monarca): * by - 1801. t now - ih. I6o UN MINSTREL SCONOSCIUTO. Nay, ma tu non sai la sua potenza, i pignoni della sua anima quanto forte !ma molti stranieri nel mio heightHath mi cantò la sua canzone magica, Inviando la sua estasi nella sua melodia divinest, e quindi so che la sua anima è libera, è dove vuole essere, Unfetterd da mortalità !ora alla spiaggia infestata può volare, accanto alla soglia flagata con Waves.No

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. Poetical and dramatic works. Founded on the author's latest ed. of 1834, with many additional pieces now first included, and with a collection of various readings . ice was like a monarch wooing):— * by—1801. t now—ih. i6o A STRANGER MINSTREL. Nay, but thou dost not know her might, The pinions of her soul how strong !But many a stranger in my heightHath sung to me her magic song, Sending forth his ecstasy In her divinest melody, And hence I know her soul is free, She is whereer she wills to be, Unfetterd by mortality !Now to the haunted beach can fly, Beside the threshold scourged with waves.Now where the maniac wildly raves, * jPa/e moon, thou spectre of the sky ! No wind that hurries oer my heightCan travel with so swift a flight. I too, methinks, might merit The presence of her spirit! To me too might belongThe honour of her song and witching melody, Which most resembles me, Soft, various, and sublime. Exempt from wrongs of Time ! Thus spake the mighty Mount, and IMade answer, with a deep-drawn sigh;— Thou ancient Skiddaw, by this tear, I would, I would that she were here !Ncvemher, 1800. * Now to the maniac while he raves—1801. EPIGRAMS.. i6i TO MR. PYE* On his Carmen Seculare (a title which has by variouspersons who have heard it, been thus translated, A Poem an age long ). Your Poem must eternal be, Eternal I it cant fail, For tis incomprehensible. And without head or tail! f * Morning Post, Jan. 24, 1800. t The following anecdote will not be wholly out of placehere, and may perhaps amuse the reader. An amateurperformer in verse expressed to a common friend, a strongdesire to be introduced to me, but hesitated in accepting myfriends immediate offer, on the score that he was, he mustacknowledge, the author of a confounded severe epigram onmy Ancient Mariner, which had given me great pain. Iassured my friend that if the epigram was a good one, itwould only increase my desire to become acquainted with theauthor, and begged to hear it recited: when, to my no

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