On went the horseman.
Worn out with anguish, toil, and cold and hunger,
Down sunk the wanderer: sleep had seized her senses.
There did the traveller find her in the morning
God had released her.
Robert Southey, 1796.
“We proceed to give our imitation, which is of the Amœbœan or Collocutory kind”:—
Imitation.
Sapphics.
The Friend of Humanity, and the Knife-Grinder.[68]