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Die into life : so young Apollo anguish'd ;
the rest of it?
What more felicity can fall to creature
Fate of the Butterfly.-SPENSER.
TO LEIGH HUNT, ESQ. GLORY and loveliness have pass'd away;
For if we wander out in early morn,
No wreathed incense do we see upborne Into the east to meet the smiling day: No crowds of nymphs soft-voiced and young and gay,
In woven baskets bringing ears of corn,
Roses, and pinks, and violets, to adorn
And I shall ever bless my destiny,
Pan is no longer sought, I feel a free,
With these poor offerings, a man like thee.
Places of nestling green for poets made.-Story of Rimini.
I stood tiptoe upon a little hill,