The babe is at peace within the wo
The corpse is at rest within the t
We begin in what we end.

‘Here lieth One whose name was wr
But, ere the breath that could era
Death, in remorse for that fell sl
Death, the immortalizing winter, f
Athwart the stream,—and time’s pri

O Wild West Wind, thou breath of
Thou, from whose unseen presence t
Are driven, like ghosts from an en
Yellow, and black, and pale, and h
Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O

'How beautiful this night! the bal
Which vernal zephyrs breathe in ev
Were discord to the speaking quiet
That wraps this moveless scene. H
Studded with stars unutterably bri

These are two friends whose lives
So let their memory be, now they h
Under the grave; let not their bon
For their two hearts in life were

For me, my friend, if not that tea
In my faint eyes, and that my hear
With feelings which make rapture p
Yet, from thy voice that falsehood
I thank thee—let the tyrant keep

How swiftly through Heaven’s wide
Bright day’s resplendent colours f
How sweetly does the moonbeam’s gl
With silver tint St. Irvyne’s gla
No cloud along the spangled air,

How, my dear Mary,—are you critic
(For vipers kill, though dead) by
That you condemn these verses I h
Because they tell no story, false
What, though no mice are caught by

EPODE 1a.
I stood within the City disinterr
And heard the autumnal leaves like
Of spirits passing through the str
The Mountain’s slumberous voice a

Hark! the owlet flaps her wing,
In the pathless dell beneath,
Hark! night ravens loudly sing,
Tidings of despair and death.—
Horror covers all the sky,