Soon wild commotions shook him, and made flush Most like the struggle at the gate of death; Her arms as one who prophesied.-At length Celestial * * * MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. What more felicity can fall to creature Fate of the Butterfly.-SPENSER. DEDICATION. TO LEIGH HUNT, ESQ. GLORY and Loveliness have pass'd away; gay, Places of nestling green for poets made. Story of Rimini. I STOOD tiptoe upon a little hill, The air was cooling, and so very still, That the sweet buds which with a modest pride Pull droopingly, in slanting curve aside, Their scanty-leaved, and finely-tapering stems, Caught from the early sobbing of the morn. The clouds were pure and white as flocks new-shorn, Born of the very sigh that silence heaves; Far round the horizon's crystal air to skim, Or by the bowery clefts, and leafy shelves, A bush of May-flowers with the bees about them; And let long grass grow round the roots, to keep them A filbert-hedge with wild-briar overtwined, |