——"Those days were never; airy dreams
Sat for the picture, and the poet's hand,
Imparting substance to an empty shade,
Imposed a gay delirium for a truth.
Grant it; I still must envy them an age
That favoured such a dream."
——"Those days were never; airy dreams
Sat for the picture, and the poet's hand,
Imparting substance to an empty shade,
Imposed a gay delirium for a truth.
Grant it; I still must envy them an age
That favoured such a dream."
THE CULPRIT.
From fire, from water, and all things amiss,
Deliver the house of an honest justice.
From fire, from water, and all things amiss,
Deliver the house of an honest justice.
From fire, from water, and all things amiss,
Deliver the house of an honest justice.
From fire, from water, and all things amiss,
Deliver the house of an honest justice.