FOOTNOTES:
[153] Crabbe's Poems.
[154] See the Excursion.
[155] Wordsworth.
Even so the smile of woman stamps our fates,
And consecrates the love it first creates!
Barry Cornwall.
[157] See in particular Schiller's ode, "Honour to Women," one of the most elegant tributes ever paid to us by a poet's enthusiasm. It may be found translated in Lord F. Gower's beautiful little volume of Miscellanies.
Many light lays (ah! woe is me the more)
In praise of that mad fit which fools call love,
I have i' the heat of youth made heretofore,
That in light wits did loose affections move;
But all these follies do I now reprove, &c.
Spenser.
[159] Marcian Colonna.
[160] Miss Chaworth, now Mrs. Musters.
[161] Lord Byron's Works, vol. iii. p. 183, (small edit.)
[162] Campbell's Poems, vol. ii. p. 202.
[163] Barry Cornwall's Poems, "Lines on a Rose."
[164] Wordsworth's Poems, vol. i. p. 181.
[165] Wordsworth, vol. ii. p. 132.
[166] See in Moore's Lyrics the beautiful song. "I'd mourn the hopes that leave me." The concluding stanza is in point:
"Far better hopes shall win me,
Along the path I've yet to roam,
The mind that burns within me,
And pure smiles from thee at home."
[167] See in the "Opere di Pindemonte," the Canzone, "O Giovanetta che la dubbia via."
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