'When eager patriots fly the news to spread Of glorious conquest, and of thousands dead; All feel the mighty glow of victor joy-- * * * * * But if extended on the gory plain, And, snatch'd in conquest, some lov'd friend be slain, Affection's tears will dim the sorrowing eye, And suffering Nature grieve that one should die.' From the _Retrospect_ by Robert Southey, published by Dilly [1795, pp. 9, 10]. _MS. 4{o}._ LINENOTES: Title] Verses addressed to a Lady with a poem relative to a recent event in the French Revolution MS. E. [2] friendly] guardian MS. Letter, 1794, MS. E. [3] cloisters] cloister MS. E. [5] careless] rosy MS. E. [9] My pensive soul amid the twilight gloom MS. Letter, 1794. [10] Boo] Bo MS. E. [12] glisten'd] glitter'd MS. Letter, 1794. [13] anxious] anguish'd MS. Letter, 1794. [16] Calm] Bright MS. E. [17] by] with 1829. [23] waked] woke MS. Letter, 1794, MS. E. [24] with wilder hand th' empassion'd lyre MS. Letter, 1794: with wilder hand th' Alcaean lyre MS. 4{o}, MS. E, Watchman, 1796, 1797, 1803, 1828, 1829. [25] wound] wounds MS. Letter, 1794. [27] In ghastly horror lie th' Oppressors low MS. Letter, 1794, MS. E, MS. 4{o}, 1796, Watchman. [29] With sad and wearied thought I seek the shade MS. E: With wearied thought I seek the amaranth shade MS. Letter, 1794. [30] the] her MS. Letter, 1794, MS. E. [32] The eloquent messengers of the pure soul MS. Letter, 1794, MS. E, MS. 4{o}, Watchman, 1796. [33] winning] cunning MS. Letter, 1794. [36] empassion'd] wond'ring MS. Letter, 1794. [40] wreath] flowers MS. Letter, 1794, MS. E. [41-4] Nor, Brunton! thou the blushing-wreath refuse, Though harsh her notes, yet guileless is my Muse. Unwont at Flattery's Voice to plume her wings, A Child of Nature, as she feels she sings. MS. Letter, 1794. Nor ----! thou the blushing wreath refuse Tho' harsh her song, yet guileless is the Muse. Unwont &c. MS. E. [42-4] No Serpent lurks beneath their simple hues. No purple blooms from Flattery's nightshade brings, The Child of Nature--as he feels he sings. MS. 4{o} erased. [43-4] Nature's pure Child from Flatt'ry's night-shade brings No blooms rich-purpling: as he feels he sings. MS. 4{o}. [Below l. 44] September, 1794 1797, 1803: September 1792 1828, 1829, 1834. TRANSLATION[66:1] OF WRANGHAM'S 'HENDECASYLLABI AD BRUNTONAM E GRANTA EXITURAM' [KAL. OCT. MDCCXC] Maid of unboastful charms! whom white-robed Truth Right onward guiding through the maze of youth, Forbade the Circe Praise to witch thy soul, And dash'd to earth th' intoxicating bowl: Thee meek-eyed Pity, eloquently fair, 5 Clasp'd to her bosom with a mother's care; And, as she lov'd thy kindred form to trace, The slow smile wander'd o'er her pallid face.