XLI. Motionless resting on the lake awhile, near, Like the swift moon this glorious earth around, The charmed boat approached, and there its haven found. 1 Probably, but not certainly, one is a misprint for the.-ED. ROSALIND AND HELEN, A MODERN ECLOGUE; WITH OTHER POEMS. ADVERTIZEMENT. THE story of "ROSALIND AND HELEN" is, undoubtedly, not an attempt in the highest style of poetry. It is in no degree calculated to excite profound meditation; and if, by interesting the affections and amusing the imagination, it awaken a certain ideal melancholy favourable to the reception of more important impressions, it will produce in the reader all that the writer experienced in the composition. I resigned myself, as I wrote, to the impulse of the feelings which moulded the conception of the story; and this impulse determined the pauses of a measure, which only pretends to be regular inasmuch as it corresponds with, and expresses, the irregularity of the imaginations which inspired it. I do not know which of the few scattered poems I left in England will be selected by my bookseller, to add to this collection. One, |