OF THE LATE MRS HEMANS. Vainly, too vainly 'gainst the power I strive, Which, night and day, comes rushing through my soul! My life is life no more! Wilt thou forbid the silkworm to spin on, When hourly with the laboured line he draws The lot of that blest worm !-to spread free wings In a new realm of sunshine! TRANSLATED BY F. H. FROM THE TASSO OF GOETHE, WILLIAM BLACKWOOD & SONS, EDINBURGH; MDCCCXXXVI. 103. |