[Greek: S.G.]
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TO MISS MITFORD,
_On reading her "Lines to a Friend, who spent some days at a country
inn, in order to be near the writer."_
IN NO. 386, OF THE MIRROR.
(_For the Mirror_.)
"My noble friend! was _this_ a place for thee? No fitting place"
"No fitting place" to meet thy "noble friend,"
Where "heart with heart" and "mind with mind" might blend?
"No fitting place?" now, lady, dost thou wrong
The magic might that appertains to song,
And humbly I refute thee--though it seem
Uncourtly bold; for at Castalian stream
I never drank; but oft my spirit bows
Before that altar where thy genius glows:
And who can fail to worship who have seen
_Foscari's_ frenzy in thy tragic scene?
Beheld _Rienzi_ light the latent fire
Of swelling liberty in son and sire;
Or left the seven-hilled city's Roman pride--
With Caesar's pump, and Tiber's classic tide;
And wander'd with thy muse to homely bowers,
Of verdant foliage wreathed with varied flowers.
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