And startling from their haunts the timid deer, Sav'd by th' historic page, the poet's tender lay! SONNET. WHOSE was that gentle voice, that whispering sweet, Promis'd, methought, long days of bliss sincere? Soothing it stole on my deluded ear, Most like soft music that might sometimes cheat Of love and social scenes it seem'd to speak, hours: Ah me! the prospect sadden'd as she sung; Bowles, SONNET. O TIME, thou know'st a lenient hand to lay And think, when thou hast dried the bitter tear END OF BOOK IX. ELEGANT EXTRACTS, FROM THE MOST EMINENT POETS. BOOK X. SATIRICAL AND HUMOROUS. A FAIRY TALE. IN Britain's isle, and Arthur's days, His mountain back mote well be said Yet spite of all that Nature did |