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; * See the Vision of Mirza in the Spectator. IX. UPON THE SIGHT OF A BEAUTIFUL PICTURE, Painted by Sir G. H. Beaumont, Bart. 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; Which stopped that band of travellers on their way, Ere they were lost within the shady wood ; And showed the Bark upon the glassy flood Soul-soothing Art! whom Morning, Noon-tide, Even, 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." Divine of words quickening insensate things. XI. AERIAL ROCK-whose solitary brow From this low threshold daily meets my sight; Rise, then, ye votive Towers! and catch a gleam |