SC) कौवन-ब्रिड । new. Don't get offended Behold I have written a sonnet in blank-verse What a rare experiment Believe me, Reader, the Muse appeared not to resent this "breach of etiquette" towards her. O Joy O Glory O Happiness that I have done success fully what none dared do before me ! Excuse this short outbreak of impassioned exclamation. I have laid my scene in the Planet Saturn, because I despise every thing earthly. A beauteous veil of burning gold did hide The Day-god's brow resplendent: and the sky Like to a canvass on its bosom wore Sweet forms, the pencil of meek Even drew - Now many a bird,-not Kokills-PhilomelsBut of diviner kinds—began to sing So sweet a dirge above the bier of day, As might have made, ye, sons of this poor earth Sigh for a death that is so fondly mourned. Now from the west rose six moons hand in handLike a soft band of beauties-blushing-fairOh how their beams did brighten all the scene; Their lights fell on the lakes and murmuring rivers, Like silver mantles :-Here the Sonnet endeth Crook-back KING PORUS-A LEGEND OF OLD, “We ne’er shall “look upon his like again !”-Shakespear. 'When shall such hero live again f-Byron. I. Loudly the midnight tempest sang, Ah 'twas thy dirge, fair Liberty
