and down-to-earth prose sketches of Berkshire life, that became an English
classic. She had further success with Foscari (1826) and Rienzi (1828). Mit-
ford's long friendship with Elizabeth Barrett was later immortalized by
Virginia Woolf in her novel Flush.
Blossom that lov'st on shadowy banks to lie,
Gemming the deep rank grass with flowers so blue,
That the pure turquoise matched with their rich hue
Pales, fades, and dims; so exquisite a dye,
That scarce the brightness of the autumn sky,
Which sleeps upon the bosom of the stream,
On whose fringed margent thy star-flowerets gleam
In its clear azure with thy tints may vie;
Shade-loving flower, I love thee! not alone
That thou dost haunt the greenest coolest spot,
For ever, by the tufted alder thrown,
Or arching hazel, or vine mantled cot,
But that thy very name hath a sweet tone
Of parting tenderness—Forget me not!
Look where she sits in languid loveliness,
Her feet upgathered, and her turbaned brow
Bent o'er her hand, her robe in ample flow
Disparted! Look in attitude and dress
She sits and seems an eastern sultaness!
And music is about her, and the glow
Of young fair faces, and sweet voices go
Forth at her call, and all about her press.
But no sultana she! As in a book
In that fine form and lovely brow we trace
Divinest purity, and the bright look
Of genius. Much is she in mind and face
Like the fair blossom of some woodland nook
The wind-flower, —delicate and full of grace.
Bryan Waller Procter, a London lawyer, used the pseudonym “Barry Corn-
wall, ” an anagram of his name. Though Percy Bysshe Shelley called him
“filthy and dull, ” his lyrics and songs were extremely popular. His volume