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O Reader ! had
mind Such stores as silent thought can bring, O gentle Reader! you would find A tale in every thing. What more I have to say is short, I hope you'll kindly take it : It is no tale ; but should you think, Perhaps a tale you'll make it.
One summer-day I chanced to see
“You're overtasked, good Simon Lee,
The tears into his eyes were brought,
Written in April, 1798.
No cloud, no relique of the sunken day
And hark! the Nightingale begins its song,
-But some night-wandering Man, whose heart was pierc'd
many a poet echoes the conceit; Poet, who hath been building up the rhyme
*“ Most musical, most melancholy." This passage in Milton possesses an excellence far superior to that of mere description : it is spoken in the character of the melancholy Man, and has therefore a dramatic proprietý. The Author makes thisremark, to rescue himself from the charge of having alluded with levity to a line in Milton : a charge than which none could be more painful to him, except perhaps that of having ridiculed his Bible.
When lie had better far have stretched his limbs
Beside a brook in mossy