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At night, when all is still around,
Of footstep, coming soft and light !
That foot that comes so soft at night!
And then, at night, how sweet to say
Though still the western clouds are bright;
With those we love exchang’d at night!
These lines allude to a curious lamp, which has for its do rice a Cupid with the words "at night" written over him.
TO LADY HOLLAND.
ON NAPOLEON'S LEGACY OF A SNUFF-BOX.
Gift of the Hero, on his dying day,
To her, whose pity watch’d, for ever nigh; Oh! could he see the proud, the happy ray,
This relic lights up in her generous eye, Sighing, he'd feel how easy ’t is to pay
A friendship all his kingdoms could not buy.
Paris, July, 1821.
WRITTEN FOR LADY DACRE'S TRAGEDY OF INA.
Last night, as lonely o'er my fire I sat,
as in some witching dream
his head, Some sunny morning from a violet bed. * Bless me!” I starting cried, “what impare
"A small he-devil, Ma'am
my name Bas BLEO
* A bookish sprite, much given to routs and reading; *T is I who teach your spinsters of good breeding, " The reigning taste in chemistry and caps, “ The last new bounds of tuckers and of maps, “ And, when the waltz has twirld her giddy brain, “ With metaphysics twirl it back again!”
I view'd him, as he spoke — his hose were blue,
the covers of the last Review Cerulean, border'd with a jaundice hue, And tinsell’d gaily o'er, for evening wear, Till the next quarter brings a new-fledg’d pair. "Inspir'd by me -(pursued this waggish Fairy) “That best of wives and Sapphos, Lady Mary, “ Votary alike of Crispin and the Muse, “ Makes her own splay-foot epigrams and shoes. “ For me the
Camilla shine, “And mingle Love's blue brilliances with mine; “For me she sits apart, from coxcombs shrinking, Looks wise — the pretty soul ! — and thinks she's
thinking • By my advice Miss Indigo attends “ Lectures on Memory, and, assures her friends, ***Pon honcur!-(mimics) - nothing can surpass
the plan * Of that professor - (trying to recollect) - psha!
that memory-man ** That
what's his name ? - him I attended
lately **'Pon honour, he improv'd my memory greatly.""