respectful care. And if it should seem to the welljudging, that I have erred, the error (should a second edition ever grant me the opportunity) shall be expunged. The nature of my undertaking has obliged me to give the poem in the shape of fragments, and it may be as well to add, that the poem, in its original state, was privately printed some years ago at Paris, though scarcely thirty copies have ever left my hands, and only a hundred were printed. MILTON. PART I. Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream. L'ALLEGRO, line 129. I. It was the minstrel's merry month of June; Broke thro' the green leaves with the quivering beam; Y Sunshine and flowers-and vague and virgin Love, While Poesy's sweet voice sung over all, II. Alone he lay, and to the laughing beams, Ere with harsh toil our mortal mould grew dim- Nor without solemn dream, or vision bright, The bard for whom Urania left the shore— The viewless shore where never sleeps the light, Or fails the voice of music; and bequeath'd. Such flowers as ne'er by Thracian well were wreath'd— And song more high than e'er on Chian Rock was breath'd. Or Naiad rising from her mooned wave, Or such, perchance, as all divinely stole, When from his spirit's fire, and years beguil'd Yet holy dreams of angel-visitings, Mix'd with the mortal's burning thoughts which leave III. Has this dull earth a being to compare With those which genius kindles ?-Can the sun As those which haunt his sleep?--Yea, there is one Brighter than aught which fancy forms most dear— Brighter than love's wild dream; and lo! behold her here! She was a stranger from the southern sky, And wandering from the friends with whom she rov'd By the green beech-tree where the minstrel lay. IV. Silent-in wonder's speechless trance-she stood, |