Not by the "LAUREAT,"—but a timid hand
That grasped the Poet's golden lyre, "and back
Recoil'd,—e'en at the sound herself had made."
1866.
ENOCH ARDEN
(Continued).
So Enoch died, as he had lived so long.
Alone—alone! for Miriam Lane had pass'd
To an adjoining chamber; but she heard