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As Anthemion proceeds on his way, A maiden, on a mossy stone,

Full in the moonlight, sits alone : the sounds of revelry come floativg on

Her eyes, with humid radiance bright; the breeze from Thespis, but with such As if a tear had dimmed ibeir ligli, tones his mind is in too agitated a state to

Are fixed upon the moon; her hair

Flows long and loose in the light soft air ; be delighted, and the contrast between A golden lyre her white hands bear; the joyous scenes be had so lately left, Its chords, beneath her fingers fleet,

To such wild symphonies awake, and the disastrous circumstances and Her sweet lips breathe a song so sweet, bodings attached to himself, only create

That the echoes of the cave repeat

Its closes with as soli a sigii, a livelier sense of his unhappiness. He

As if they almost feared to break hurries on-through Asera, and by the The magic of ils harmony. fountain of Aganippe

Oh! there was passion in the sound,
Intensest passion, strange and deep;

Wild breathings of a soul, around “ The Muses' grove is nigh. He treads

Whose every pulse one hope had hound, Its sacred precincts. O'er bim spreads

One burning hope, which might not sleep. The palm's aërial canopy;

But hark! that wild and solemn swell! Thai, nurtured by peremial springs,

And was there in those tones a spell, Around its summit broad and high

Which none may disobey? Forlo: Its light and branchy foliage flings,

Anthemion from the sylvan shade Arching in graceful symmetry.

Moves with reluctant steps and slow, Among the tall stems jagg'd and bare

And in the lonely moonlight glade
Luxuriant laurel interweaves

He stands before the radiant maid."
An undershade of myriad leaves,
Here black in rayless masses, there
In partial moonlight glitering fair;

On the approach of Anthemion she And wheresoe 'er the barren rock

ceases her song-for a while they both Peers through the grassy soil, its roots The sweet andrachne strikes, to mock

remain silent: at length she asks why he Sterility, and profusely shoots

has thrown away the flower she presented Its light boughs, rich with ripening fruits. The moonbeams, through the chequering shade,

him at Thespis?--Anthemion ingenuously Upon the silent temple played,

informs her and she breaks forth into The Muses' sanc. The nighingale,

a strain of tender reproach, tells him Those consecrated bowers among, Poured on the air a warbled tale,

that from that lower her own name, So sweet, that scarcely from her nest,

Rhododaphne, is borrowed—and gives the Where Orpheus' hallowed relics rest, She breatlies a sweeter

following beautiful description of the song A scene, whose power the maniac sense place of her birth, and the manner in or passion's wildest mood might own! wbich her earlier years were employed : Anthemion felt its influence: His fancy drank the soothing tone Of all that tranquil loveliness;

-"Down Pindus' steep Penëus fulls, And health and bloom returned to bless

And swili and clear through hill and dale
His dear Calliröe, and the groves

It flows, and by Larissa's walls,
And rocks where pastoral Ladon roves And through wild Tempe, loveliest vale.
Bore record of their blissful loves.

And on its banks the cypress gloom
List! there is music on the wind !

Viaves round iny father's lonely tomb. Sweet music! seldom mortal ear

My mother's only child am I: On sounds so tender, so refined,

Mid Tempe's sylvan rocks we dwell; Has dwelt. Perchance some Muse is near, And from my earliest infancy, Euterpe, or Polymnia bright,

The darling of our coltage-dell. Or Erato, whose gentle lyre

For its bright leaves and clusters fair, Responds to love and young desire!

My namesake fiower has bound my hair. It is the central hour of night;

With cosuy gilt and flattering song, The time is holy, lone, severe,

Youths, rich and valiant, sought my love. And mortals may not linger here!

They moved me not. Ishunned the throng Still on the air those wild notes fling

or suitors, for the mountain-grove Their airy spells of voice and string,

Where Sylvan gods and Oreads rove. In sweet accordance, sweeter made

The Muses, whom I worship here, By response soti from caverned shade.

Had breathed their intiuence on my being; He turns to where a lovely glade

Keeping my youthful spirit clear Sleeps in the open moonlight's smile,

From all corrupting thoughts, and freeing A natural fane, whose ample bound

My footsteps from the crowd, to treaci The palm's columnar stems surround,

Beside the forrent's echoing hed, A wild and stately peristyle ;

Mid wind-lost pines, on steeps airial, Save where their interrupted ring

M'here elemental Genii throw Bends on the consecrated cave,

Eliluence of natures more ethereal From whose dark arch, with tuneful wave, Than vulgar minds can feel or know, Libethrus issues, sacred spring.

Oli on those steeps, at earliest dawn, Beside its gentle mu muring;

The world in mist bencath mc lay, Vol. ly.-No. 1.


Whose vapory curtains, half withdrawn, And twined her arms of beauty rare
Revealed ise row of Therma's bay,

Around him, and the light curls drew lied with the nascent light of day;

lu closer bands: ethereal dew Tituli from Athus' distant height

Of love and young desire was swimming
The sun poured down his golden beams In her bright eyes, albut not dining
Scoilering the mists like morning dreams, Their starry radianee, rather brightning
Anci rocks and lakes and isles and streams Thcir beams will passion's liquid lightning
Burst, like creation, into light.

She clasped him to lier throbbing breast,
In noontide bowers the bubbling springs, And on his lips her lips she presi,
In evening vales the winds that sigh

And cried the while
To eddving rivers inurmuring by,

With joyous smile: Hare ficard to these symphonious strings --- These lips are mine; the spells have won The rocks and caverned glens reply.

them, Spirits that love the moonlight hour

Whichi round and round thy soul I twine;
Ilave met me on the shadowy hill:

Auci be ibc kiss I print upon them
Dream'st thou of Magic? of the power Poison to all lips but mine!'"
That makes the blood of life run chill,
And shakes the world with dæmon skill?

We could instance the cominencing Beaniy is Magic; grace and song;

lines of the fourth canto as a felicitous Fair forn, ligit motion, airy sound: Trail webs! and yet a chain inore strong example of the author's powers of fancy They weave the strongest hearts around,

and versification. Than e'er Alcides amin unbound: And such a chain I weave round thee,

“ Magic and mystery, spells Circwan, Though but with mortal witchery.'

The Sireu voice, that calmed the sea, Anthemion is powerfully affected by The enchanted chalice, sparkling free

And steeped the soul in dews Lethæan: the cloquent appeal of Rhododaplınc. With wine, amid whose l'uby glow As she concludes her address, she lays Love couched, with madness linked, and wo;

Vanule and zone, whose woof beneath her hand on his arm, and the magic Lurked wily grace, in subtle wreath touch inflames his every sense; but the With blandishment and young desire

And solt persuasion, intertwined, progress of the delirium is checked by Whose touch, with sympathetic fire, the remembrance of Calliröe,-pale- Could melt at once the sternest mind; sad—and her cyes dim with weeping. Young Faney's foe, and Reason chill,

Have passed away: for vestal Truth He endeavours to release himself from Have chased the dreains that charmed the youth the embrace of Rhododaphne, and wildly Amid that vesta! light severe,

Of nature and the world, which still, tells her he has “another lore."

Our colder spirits leap to hear

Like echoes from a fairy hill. " But still she held his arm, and spoke

Y et deem not so. The Power of Spells Again in accents thrilling sweet:

Sull lingers ou the earth, but dwells - lu Tempc's vale a lonely oak

In deeper folds of close disguise, Has felt the storms of ages beat:

That bafile Reason's searching eyes: Blasted by the lightning-stroke,

Nor shall that mystic Power resign A hollow, leatless, branchless trunk

To Truth's cold sway his webs of guile, It stands; but in its giant cell

Till woman's eyes have ceased to shine', A mighty sylvan power doch dwell,

And woman's lips liave ceased to smile, An old and holy oracle.

And woman's voice has ceased to be knedling by that ancient tree,

The earthly soul of melody.”
I sought the voice of destiny,
And in my ear these accents sunk:

Anthemion now approaches his natire Waste not in loneliness thy bloom:

rale, and his heart begins to bound with With flowers the Thespian altar dress : The vouth whom Love's mysterious dooin

joy as he proceeds through scenes and Assigns to thee, thy sight shall bless

sounds of rural loveliness to a home enWith no ambiguous loveliness;

deared to liim by every sweet rememAnd thou, amid the joyous scene, Shalt know him, by his monrasul inien,

brance of carly happiness; and though, And by the poleness of his check,

as he draws nigh the cottage of Pheidon, And by the sadness of his eye, And by his withered flowers, and by

the recollection of late events awakens Tlle lapguage my own heart shall speak.'” a few faint sears for the safety of Calliröe,

The passage immediately following these are quickly banished when he bethis, and in which the consummation of holds the venerable father sitting at the the charm is related, is conceived with door of his siinple mansion, with Callirüe brilliancy, and executed with spirit. by bis side, bloomiog in renovated health “ She gathered up her glittering hair,

and beauty. The whole scene is very And round his neck its tresses threw,

sweetly related.

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Anthemion, and the day passes on in the Anthemion's home is near. He sees The light smoke rising from the trees

interchange of vows and tokens of deThat shade the dwelling of his love.

voted and raptúrous allection. In the Sad bodings, shadowy fears of ill,

cvening-and alone--the lovers give way Pressed heavier on him, in wild strife With many-wandering hope, that still

to the feelings so natural after long seLeaves on the darkest clouds of life

Some vestige of her radiant way:
But soon those torturing struggles end;
For where the poplar silver-gray

“ Her light eyes ne'er had sormod so brigide,

Her sweet voice over had sermod so swers, And dark associate cedar blend Their hospitable shade, before

As then they seemed. Upon his neck One human dwelling's well-known door,

Jler head was resting, and her cres

Were raised to his, for po dimnice
Old Pheidon sits, and by bis side

Her feelings knew; untanght to check,
His only child, his age's pride,
Hersell, Antherion's destined bride.

As in these days more worldly wise,
She hears his coming tread. She lies

The heart's best, purest sympathies. To meet him. Health is on her cheeks,

Fond youth! ber lips aie ar to thinn: And pleasure sparkles in ber eyes,

The ringlets of her temples in ino And their sost light a welcome speaks

Against thy check: Oh! more or less

Than mortal wert thou not to press
More eloquent than words. Oh, joy!
The maid he left so fast consuming,

Those ruhy lips! Or clon it dwell
Whom death, impatient to destros,

l'pon thy mind, that service spell Had marked bis prey, now rosy-blooming,

Which Rhododanime breathed upon And beaming like the morning star

Thy lips erewhile in Helicon? With lovelincss and love, bas tloun

Ah! pause', raslı boy! bathink thee set; To welcome him: his cares fly far,

And canst thou then the churm forgi ? Like clonda when storms are overblown;

Or dost thou scorn its import vain For where such perfect transports reign

As vision of a fevered brain? Even inemory has no place for pain.

Oh! be has kissed Callirõe's lips!

And with the touch the maid grew pale,
The poet's task were passing sweet,
If, when he tells how lovers meel,

And sudden change of strange eclipso
One half the flow of joy, that flings

Drew o'er her eyes its dusky veil. Its magic on that blissful hour,

As droops the its heari, Could touch, with sympathetic power,

By the rude seythe in suromer's prime liis lyre's accordant strings.

Cleti from its parent stem, and spread

On earth to wither cre its time:
It may not be. The lyre is mutr,

Even so the flower of Ladon faded,
When venturous minstrelsy would suit
Its numbers to so dear a theme:

Swilier than when the sun hath shiuded
But many a gentle maid, I deen,

In the young storin his setting ray, Whose heart has known and felt the like,

The western radiance dies away Can hear, in fancy's kindred dream,

He pressed her heart: no pulse was there. The chords I dare not strike.

Before her lips his hand be placed: They spread a banquet in the shade

No breath was in them. Hvikl despair of those oid trees. The friendly board

Came on him, as, with sudden wesie, Callirõe's beauteous havds arraved,

When shows dissolve in vernal rain, With self-requiting toil, and poured

The mountain-lorrent on the plain In fair-carved bowl the sparkling wine

Descends; and with that learful swe!! In order due Anthemion made

Of passionate griet, the midnight spell Libation, to Olympian Jove,

Of the Thessalían inaid rcctured, Arcadian Pan, and Thespian Love,

Distinct in every fatal word; And Bacchus, girer of the vinc.

- These lips are minc; the spells have won

them, The generous draught dispelled the sense Of weariness. His limhs were liglit:

Whirl round and round thy soul I twine; His heart was free: Love banislied thence

And be the fins i print upon them
All forms but one most dear, most bright:

Poison to all lips but mine!”
Ind ever with insatiate sight
He gazed upon the maid, and listened,

Anthemion is scized with mad, uugn-
Absorbed in ever new delight,
To that dear voice whose balmy sighing

vernable grief at the disastrous and fatal To bis full joy blest response gave,

termination of all bis hopes; and unable Like music doubly-sweet replying Frum twilight echo's sylvan cave;

to bear the sight of the hear-stricken faAnd her mild eyes with soli rays glistened, ther, or the contemplation of his deceased imparting and reflecting pleasure;

Lutsuill beautiful and belxcCarir For this is Love's terrestrial treasure, "That in participation lives,

lie rustics distractedir froin the profil And evermore, the more it gives,

P'lcision, and wanders in ..!! gratuito Itself abounds in tuller measure.

through the country. il logroll; b'inPheidon informs bis destined son-in-law conscious steps lead him to the montain of the sndden and miraculous recovery solitules of Pelion. JItheri birgspin of his danghter during the absence of cetim sporc, and roxingnis time to say

reflection on the cruel destiny that pur- perial Jove” -or Mercury-or Bacchus, sucs him.

the giver of joy.

es Soothed by the multitudinous roar

“ He said, and drained the bowl. The crew Of ocean, and the ceaseless shock

With long coarse laugh applauded. Fast
Of spray, high-scattering from the rock With sparkling keel the vessel flew,
In the wail of the many-wandering wind. For there was magic in the breeze
A crew, on lawless venture bound,

That urged her through the sounding seas.
Such men as roam the seas around,

By Chanastraum's point they past, Hearts to fear and pily strangers,

And Ampelos. Gray Athos, vast, Seeking gold through crimes and dangers, With woods far-stretching to the sea, Sailing near; the wanderer spied.

Was full before them, while the maid Sudden, through the foaming tide,

Again her lyre's wild strings assayed, They drove to land, and on the shore

In notes of bolder melody: Springing, they seized the youth, and bore -Bacchus by the lonely ocean To their black ship, and spread again

Stood in youthful semblance fair: Their sails, and ploughed the billowy main." Summer winds, with gentle motion,

Waved his black and curling hair. The pirates continue their course till Streaming from his manly shoulders

Robes of gold and purple dye the close of day, and anchor for the night Told of spoil to fierce beholders in the bay of Therma. IIere they laod, In their black ships sailing by.

On the vessel's deck they placed him and plunder the neighbouring country. Strongly bound in triple bands ; In the morning they return with their But the iron rings that braced him spoil, and a young female captive, the Then the pilot spake in terror:

Melted, wax-like, from his hands. sound of whose voice and lyre had be -“ 'Tis a god in mortal form!

Seek the land; repair your error trayed her into the hands of the ruffians.

Ere his wrath invoke the storm.' They place her by the side of Anthemion, -- Silence!' cried the frowning master, and coinmand her to sing. The youth, Coward! cease to bode disaster :

• Mind the helm : the brecze is Tair: for a moment forgetful of his oirn sorroirs, Leave to men the captive's care. turns his eyes in pity on the mailen.

While he speaks and fiercely tightens

In the full free breeze the sail, · Can it be?

From the deck wine bubbling lighteps, Or docs his sense play false? Too well

Winy fragrance fills the gale. He knows that radiant form. 'Tis she,

Gurgling in ambrosial lustre The magic maid of Thessaly.

Flows the purple-eddyig wine: "Tis Rhododaphne! By the spell,

O'er the yard-arms trail and cluster That ever round him dwelt, opprest,

Tendrils of the manuing vine: He bowed his head upon his breast,

Grapes, beneath the broad leaves springing And o'er his eyes his hand he drew,

Blusining as in vintage-hours, That fatal beauty's sight to shuo.

Droop, while round the tall mast clinging Now from the orient heaven the sun

lvy lwines its buds and fowers,

Fást with graceful berries blackening :-
Had clothed the eastward waves with fire:

Garlands hang on every oar:
Right from the west the fair brecze blew:
The full sails swelled, and sparkling through

Then in fear the cordage slackening,
The sounding sea the vessel Hew:

One and all they cry,– To shore! With wine and copious cheer the crew

Bacchus changed his shape, and glaring

With a lion's eyeballs wide,
Carcused: the damsel o'er the lyre
Her rapid fingers lightly flung,

Roared: the pirate crew, despairing;
And thus, with feigned obedience, sung.

Plunged amid the foaming tide. - The Nereid's home is calm and bright,

Through the azure depths they fitted The ocean-depths below,

Dolphins by transforming fate:

Bu the god the pilot pitied,
There liquid streams of emerald light

Saved, and made hiin rich and great.''
Through caves of roral flow.
she bis a lyre of silver strings
Framed on a pearly shell,

The captain and his crew are sca

scarcely And sweetly to that lyre she sings

inore pleased with this strain than the The shipwrecked scaman's kneil. The ocean-snake in sleep she binds;

foriner. As they pass Nymphæum, they The dolpbius round her play:.

lision with dread to the mournful sighing His purple conch the Triton winds

of the brceze among the woods,
Responsive to the lay:
Proieus and Phorcys, sea-gods old,
Watch by her coral cell,

"Curse on thy songs !'—the leader cried, To hear, on watery echoes rolled,

"False tales of evii augury!'” The shipwrecked seaman's knell,''"

Rhododaphne tells him that he says The captain commands her to sing truly--that to him and his companions in some gayer melody, some legend of “ im- guilt they do prognosticate evil.

" She rose, and loosed her radiant hair, Tow'rds the rocks, through surf and surgo, And raised her golden lyre in air.

The destined ship the wild winds urge. The lyre, beneath the breeze's wings,

High on one gigantic wave
As if a spirit swept the strings,

She swings in air. From rock and cave
Breathed airy music, sweet and strange, A long loud wail of fate and fear
In many a wild fantastic change,

Rings in the hopeless seamen's ear.
Most like a daughter of the Sun

Forward, with the breaker's dash, She stood : her eyes all radiant shone

She plunges on the rock. The crash With beams unutterably bright;

Of the dividing bark, the roar And her long tresses, loose and light,

Of waters bursting on the deck, As on the playful breeze they rolled,

Are in Anthemion's ear: no more Flamed with rays of burning gold:

He bears or sees : but round his neck His wondering eyes Anthemion raised

Are closely twined the silken rings Upon the maid: the seamen gazed

Of Rhododaphne's glittering hair, Lo fear and strange suspense, amazed.

And round him her bright arms she fings, From the forest-depths profound

And cinctured thus in loveliest bands Breathes a low and sullen sound:

The charined waves in safety bear "Tis the woodland spirit's sigh,

The youth and the enchantress fair,
Ever heard when storms are nigh.

And leave them on the golden sands."
On the shore the turf that breaks
With the rising breezes makes

Recovering from his trance, Anthe-
More tumultuous harmony.
Looder yet the breezes sing;

mion finds himself on the coast of Thrace, Round and round, in dizzy ring,

with Rhododaphne by his side; Sea-birds scream on restless wing: Pine and cedar creak and swing

" Her hands To the sea-blast's murmuring:

Sull beld the golden lyre: her hair Far and wide on sand and shingle

In all its long luxuriance hung Eddying breakers boil and mingle :

Unringleted, and glitering bright Bectling cliff and caverned rock

With briny drops of diamond light: Roll around the echoing shock,

Her thin wet garments lightly clung Where the spray, like snow-dust whirled, Around her forms rare symmetry. High in vapoury wreaths is hurled.

Like Venus risen from the sea Clouds on clouds, in volumes driven,

She seemed: so beautiful: and who Curtain round the vault of heaven.

With mortal sight such form could view, - To shore! to shore!'--the seamen cry. And deem that evil lurked beneath? The damsel waved her lyre on high,

Who could approach those starry eyes, And to the powers that ruled the sea

Those dewy coral lips, that breathe It whispered notes of witchery.

Ambrosial fragrance, and that smile Swifter than the lightning-flame

In which all Love's Elysium lies, The sudden breath of the whirlwind came.

Who this could see, and dream of guile, Round at once in its mighty sweep

And brood on wrong and wrath the wbile? The vessel whirled on the whirling deep. If there be one, who ne'er has felt Right from shore the driving gale

Resolve, and doubt, and anger melt, Bends the mast and swells the sail :

Like vernal night-frosts, in one beam Loud the foaming ocean raves:

Of Beauty's sun, 'twere vain to deem, Through the mighty waste of waves

Between the Muse and him could be Speeds the vessel swift and free,

A link of buman sympathy." Like a meteor of the sea."

This may be pronounced one of the A conversation between Antherion finest passages in the poem. The blazing and Rhododaphne ensues, in which all beauty, and magic graces of the young the endeavours of the latter to win the enchantress shiping through the storm, love of Calliröe's lover, prove vain. We are pourtrayed with singular felicity- extract his declaration of the strength while the storin itself is described with a and lastingness of his passion for that vigour and animation not often excelled lovely and unfortunate maiden. To her by any contemporary poet.

avowal, “ I love thee and I seek thy The sailors gaze with mingled terror love,” he replies, and admiration on the fair magician, nor

"My love! It sleeps in dust for ever with less wonder does Anthemion

Within my lost Calliröe's tomb :

The smiles of living beauty never " Look upon her radiant form Shining by the golden beams

May my soul's darkness re-illume. Of her refulgent hair, that streams

We grew together, like twin flowers,

Whose opening buds the same dews cherish: Like waving star-light on the storm;

And one is reli, ere noon-tide hours,
And hears the vocal blast that rings
Among her lyre's enchanted strings.”

Violently; one remains, to perish

By slow decay; as I remain
The tempest increases, and the vessel Even now, to move and breathe in vain.

The late, false love, that worldlings learn, drives on at the mercy of wind and wave; When hearts are hard, and thoughts are stern,

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