Darts ’mid the cavern’d cliffs, and leaves pursuit
To track him, where no footsteps but his own,
Have e’er been known to venture! Yet he lives
A melancholy proof that Man may bear
All the rude storms of Fate, and still suspire
By the wide world forgotten!
The GRANNY GREY,
A LOVE TALE.
Dame Dowson, was a granny grey,
Who, three score years and ten,
Had pass’d her busy hours away,