STANZAS.

From the Arabic.

On a Fountain.

In the fount fell my tears, like rain, And straight defil’d became its flood; How should it undefil’d remain, All purpled o’er with human blood?

The Pursued.

How wretched roams the weary wight, Who rage of keen pursuers fears; The whole earth’s surface in his sight A hunter’s treacherous net appears.