Page:Felicia Hemans in The New Monthly Magazine Volume 22 1828.pdf/5



Of its own beauty is the mind diseased, And fevers into false creation."

!—and for whom? For Beauty in her bloom? For Valour fall'n?—a broken Rose or Sword? A dirge for King or Chief, With pomp of stately grief, Banner, and torch, and waving plume deplored?