text: " We cannot refrain from quoting in this place a passage from another poem written at this period; our readers will be pleased we think with so graceful a tribute to the glory of the great exile-bard of Rome whose fate and character had so much in common with those of Pushkin himself-- "Sweet Ovid! Love's own bard! I dwell by that still shore Whither thine exiled gods thou broughtest--where of yore Thou pour'dst thy plaints in life and left thine ashes dying; With deathless fruitless tears these places glorifying