There stood within a lonely dell/ A broken fountain, called of yore/ The lover's fount, where, bending o'er./ A marble cupid once did pour,/ The sweetest drops that ever fell. . . . But long the stream had ceased to flow,/ Yet still the marble urchin stops,--/ As if to watch the feigned drops. . . . And then he tried the Tournament,/ And sang how Julian's mighty lance/ O'erthrew the Chivalry of France;/ Then how he fell beneath a glance/ From one bright eye--which through him went./ Ah, now he touch'd the magic chord/ That wak'd his soul through all her springs./ His true guitar itself now sings,/ As if alive its happy strings,/ Mingling his life with every word. &c. [P. 8; ellipses appear in the catalogue.]
Exhibition of Pictures painted by Washington Allston, at Harding's Gallery, School Street. Boston: John H. Eastburn, Printer, No. 18 State Street. 1839.