 | Juvenile poems on various subjects |  |
Diana's rage there hapless Acteon feels,
And saw his hounds pursuing at his heels;
Chang'd to a Stag, he swept along the plain,
In vain his speed, he flew from death in vain.
And saw his hounds pursuing at his heels;
Chang'd to a Stag, he swept along the plain,
In vain his speed, he flew from death in vain.
| Juvenile poems on various subjects | |