THO' no bold flights to thee belong; For, lovely Muse! thy sweet employ My soul amid the pensive twilight gloom If Smiles more wing, Mien my hour Where peaceful Virtue weaves the Myrtle May this (I cried) my course through Life braid. 30 And O! if Eyes whose holy glances roll, Swift messengers, and eloquent of soul; 1 Lee Boo, the son of Abba Thule, Prince of the Pelew Islands, came over to England with Captain Wilson, died of the small-pox, and is buried in Greenwich church-yard. See Keate's Account of the Pelew Islands. 1788. 2 Southey's Retrospect. When anguish'd care of sullen brow Elate of Heart and confident of Such was the sad and gloomy hour Minstrel came, Already to thy lips was rais'd the bowl, 60 |