. A selection from the works of Lord Byron. his keys, And at the fifth line knockd the poet down;Who fell like Phaeton, but more at ease, Into his lake, for there he did not drown ;A different web being by the Destinies Woven for the Laureates final wreath, wheneer Reform shall happen either here or there. THE VISION OF JUDGMENT. 119 He first sank to the bottom—like his works,But soon rose to the surface—like himself; For all corrupted things are buoyd like corks,By their own rottenness, light as an elf, Or wisp that flits oer a morass : he lurks,It may be, still, like dull books on a shelf, I
. A selection from the works of Lord Byron. his keys, And at the fifth line knockd the poet down;Who fell like Phaeton, but more at ease, Into his lake, for there he did not drown ;A different web being by the Destinies Woven for the Laureates final wreath, wheneer Reform shall happen either here or there. THE VISION OF JUDGMENT. 119 He first sank to the bottom—like his works,But soon rose to the surface—like himself; For all corrupted things are buoyd like corks,By their own rottenness, light as an elf, Or wisp that flits oer a morass : he lurks,It may be, still, like dull books on a shelf, In his own den, to scrawl some Life or Vision, As Welborn says— the devil turnd precisian. As for the rest, to come to the conclusionOf this true dream, the telescope is gone Which kept my optics free from all delusion,And showd me what I in my turn have shown ; All I saw farther, in the last confusion, Was, that King George slippd into heaven for one ; And when the tumult dwindled to a calm, I left him practising the hundredth
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