XXXVII. TO THE MEMORY OF RAISLEY CALVERT. CALVERT! it must not be unheard by them This care was thine when sickness did condemn My temples with the Muse's diadem. Hence, if in freedom I have loved the truth, In my past verse, or shall be, in the lays Of higher mood, which now I meditate,It gladdens me, O worthy, short-lived Youth! To think how much of this will be thy praise. I. COMPOSED BY THE SEA-SIDE, NEAR CALAIS, August, 1802. FAIR Star of Evening, Splendor of the West, |