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"I ; and would fate allow, Should visit still, should still deplore— &ensp;But health and strength have left me now, But I, alas! can weep no more.

"Take then, sweet maid! this simple strain, The last I offer at thy shrine; &ensp;Thy grave must then undeck'd remain, And all thy memory fade with mine.

"And can thy soft persuasive look, That voice that might with music vie, &ensp;Thy air that every gazer took, Thy matchless eloquence of eye,

"Thy spirits, frolicsome as good, Thy courage, by no ills dismay'd, &ensp;Thy patience, by no wrongs subdued, Thy gay good-humour—can they "fade?"

"Perhaps—but sorrow dims my eye: Cold turf, which I no more must view, &ensp;Dear name, which I no more must sigh, A long, a last, a sad adieu!"

It may be said in extenuation of the low, mechanic vein of these impoverished lines, that they were written at an early age—they were the inspired production of a youthful lover! Mr. Gifford was thirty when he wrote them, Mr. Keats died when he was scarce twenty! Farther it may be said, that Mr. Gifford hazarded his first poetical attempts under all the disadvantages of a neglected education: but the same circumstance,