Be newly sent by Danube or the Seine,
Or some aërial, thistle-downy thing
Float from La Scala on a zephyr’s wing.
Say, might a Siddons, conjured from the tomb,
Again the scene of her renown illume?
Could her high art, (ay, even at half price,)
The crowd from ‘La Sonnambula’ entice?
No; dance and song, the Drama’s deadly plagues,
Rubini’s notes, and Ellsler’s heav’nly legs,
Would nightly still bring amateurs in flocks,