_Odour from the Rainbow._--The following stanzas are from a poem, called
"The Blind Girl," in a publication by Pickering, 1845, of _Memorials of a
Tour, and Miscellaneous Poems_, by Robert Snow, Esq. Lond., 1845:--
"Once in our porch whilst I was resting,
To hear the rain-drops in their mirth,
You said you saw the rainbow cresting
The heavens with colour, based on earth:
And I believe it fills the showers
With music; and when sweeter air
Than common breathes from briar-rose bowers,
Methinks, the Rainbow hath touched there."
[We have reason to believe that the idea was suggested to Mr. Snow
neither from Bacon's _Sylva_, nor from any of our English poets, but
from a Greek writer after the Christian era, referred to by Coleridge
in his _Table Talk_.]
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Miscellaneous.