ADDRESSED TO A YOUNG MAN OF FORTUNE WHO ABANDONED HIMSELF TO AN INDOLENT AND CAUSELESS MELANCHOLY. HENCE that fantastic wantonness of woe, Pace round some widow's grave, whose dearer part Was slaughtered, where o'er his uncoffined limbs The flocking flesh-birds screamed! Then, while thy heart VOL. I. Χ Groans, and thine eye a fiercer sorrow dims, Know (and the truth shall kindle thy young mind) SONNET TO THE RIVER OTTER. DEAR native Brook! wild Streamlet of the West! How many various-fated years have past, What happy, and what mournful hours, since last But straight with all their tints thy waters rise, Lone manhood's cares, yet waking fondest sighs: OF THE BIRTH OF A SON, SEPTEMBER 20, 1796. OFT o'er my brain does that strange fancy roll Thou wert a spirit, to this nether sphere While we wept idly o'er thy little bier! * Ην που ημων η ψυχη πριν εν τωδε τω ανθρωπινω είδει γενέσθαι. PLAT. IN PHÆDON. SONNET. TO A FRIEND WHO ASKED, HOW I FELT WHEN THE NURSE FIRST PRESENTED MY INFANT TO ME. CHARLES! my slow heart was only sad, when first So for the Mother's sake the Child was dear, |