ERRATA. Page iii, line 11, read expression, or very near this," + may, &c iii, last line, read we now look back half oblivious upon iv, line 12, read identified by ingenious persons who can see things very plainly which I could not see, and of &c. v, line 16, read unfinished, and some much mutilated. ,, 12, line 15, for but is she read unless she's 160, line 1, for still to soar through read the deep sense of 160, line 2, dele? On an Imaginary Portrait, BY R. A. "Cet amour . . . sera aussi durable qu'il a été subit et irréfléchi. J'ai à peine vu vos traits, je ne sais rien de votre vie; mais j'ai senti que mon âme vous appartenait, et que je ne pourrais jamais la reprendre."- GEORGE SAND, La Comtesse de Rudolstadt. Is there a tint of grief* on face so fair? Is there a shade of sadness there?-'tis thine, And lit with the diviner life within. * "Upon her face there was a tint of grief, BYRON, The Dream. B Is there a tear, or aught of earthly source, 'Tis, then, the sadness of a seraph, here Far from her native heaven, her only home; 'Tis not the tint of grief. 'Tis but the shade Breathes she her balmy maiden slumbers now Through the wreathed window-now, when wandering airs Float free now, when the twining eglantine, "J'ai pitié de moi-même." -CORNEILLE. (Corinne, and "Quasimodo," ditto.) |