University of Virginia Library


210

EXTEMPORE LINES.

When long the drama, in a sordid age,
Had droop'd, an exile; to the desert stage
Impassion'd nature, weeping as she smil'd,
Led, by the trembling hand, her darling child:
Even from the worms, upstarted buried spleen,
While Shakespeare's dust, in transport, murmur'd,—“Kean!”