And thou shalt fly from woe; So safely mayst thou pass from these, No happier state can mortal know, Yet still content with him may dwell THE MORNING MIST. LOOK, William, how the morning mists The distant spire across the vale But seest thou, William, where the mists Soon shall that glorious orb of day Through clear and cloudless skies. Then shall we see across the vale And the grey wood and meadow green So, William, from the moral world The light that struggles through them now TO THE BURNIE* BEE. BLITHE Son of summer, furl thy filmy wing, Here mayst thou freely quaff the nectar'd sweet Or with the wild-thyme's balm anoint thy sides. Daunted by me beneath this trembling bough His grate of twinkling threads successful strain, With venom'd trunk thy writhing members slay, Or from thy heart the reeking life's-blood drain. Forego thy wheeling in the sunny air, Thy glancing to the envious insects round, To the dim calmness of my bower repair, Silence and coolness keep its hallowed ground. Here to the elves who sleep in flowers by day * A provincial name of the beetle coccinella, or lady-bird. So shall the fairy-train by glow-worm light Thy burnish'd armour speck with glossier jet. With viewless fingers weave thy wintry tent, Where ivy shelters from the storm-wind fell. Blest if like thee I cropt with heedless spoil THE DANCING BEAR. RECOMMENDED TO THE ADVOCATES FOR THE SLAVE TRADE. RARE music! I would rather hear cat-courtship Than this scraped cat-gut's screak. Rare dancing too! And waddles round it with unwieldy steps Swaying from side to side !—The dancing master Hath had as profitless a pupil in thee As when he would have tortured my poor toes To minuet grace, and made them move like clock-work In musical obedience. Bruin! bruin! Thou art but a clumsy biped !—and the mob And laugh to see him led by the nose,-themselves As miserably perverted. Bruin-bear, Now could I sonnetize thy piteous plight, |