SONNET. [Now the bat circles on the breeze of eve] Ann Radcliffe (née Ward) Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. Radcliffe, Ann Ward, 1764-1823. The Poems of Mrs. Ann Radcliffe. London printed by and for J. Smith, Princes Street 1816 p. 51. 118p. [Radcliffe's poems only, pp. 1-95]

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SONNET . [ Now the bat circles on the breeze of eve ] Now the bat circles on the breeze of eve , That creeps , in shudd'ring sits , along the wave , And trembles ' mid the woods , and through the cave Whose lonely sighs the wanderer deceive ; For oft , when melancholy charms his mind , He thinks the Spirit of the rock he hears , Nor listens , but with sweetly-thrilling fears , To the low , mystic murmurs of the wind ! Now the bat circles , and the twilight dew Falls silent round , and , o'er the mountain-cliff , The gleaming wave and far-discover'd skiff , Spreads the grey veil of soft , harmonious hue . So falls o'er Grief the dew of pity's tear Dimming her lonely visions of despair .