Who kill with care more fatal than neglect,
Who twist with force unnatural aside
The straight young branches in their heaven-ward pride,
With culture spoil what else would flourish wild,
And rock the cradle till they bruise the child."
The poem in question, which is equal in talent to anything that has appeared since the days of Pope, was published by Ridgway in 1834, but is now rarely to be met with, though I never heard of its being suppressed.
G. T. D.
The Lines on Chaucer (Vol. v., p. 536.).—The lines about which Eliza inquires are not quoted by her quite correctly. They are by Mr. W. J. Fox, and may be found in the little volume entitled Hymns and Anthems (published by Chas. Fox, 1845), used at the Unitarian Chapel in South Place, Finsbury. No. CXXIII. begins thus:
"Britain's first poet,
Famous old Chaucer,