The Tineum Containing Estianomy, or The Art of Stirring a Fire: The Icead, A Mock-Heroic Poem: An Imitation of Horace, Ep. I. lib. I. Epigrams: A Fragment, &c. By C. V. Le Grice |
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On seeing Mrs. Siddons the first time,
and then in the Character of Isabella. |
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On seeing Mrs. Siddons the first time, and then in the Character of Isabella.
Pity! my breast ne'er knew thee for it's own,Nor Sympathy, dear parent of the sigh!
Tho' oft the tear fell trickling from my eye,
A moment vanished,—and the scene was gone:
A cold Promethean form!—Till Siddons' spell
Waked every feeling from it's icy cell.
The Mourner came—and Pity was my own.
O! I did hear each accent of her woe;
Grief rushed on grief, till all my senses flown
Forgot to ease the torrent in a throe;
My soul had fled it's nook, and in my eye
Suspended hung in tearful extasy.
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