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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,
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
He stands before the radiant maid."
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
It flows, and by Larissa's walls,
And on its banks the cypress gloom
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
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
She clasped him to lier throbbing breast,
And cried the while
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;
Auci be ibc kiss I print upon them
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.”
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,
“ It is the Apbrodisian grove.
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
“ 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
Her feelings knew; untanght to check,
As in these days more worldly wise,
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
Those ruhy lips! Or clon it dwell
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,
And sudden change of strange eclipso
Drew o'er her eyes its dusky veil. Its magic on that blissful hour,
As droops the meadow.pink 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:
Even so the flower of Ladon faded,
Swilier than when the sun hath shiuded
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
Poison to all lips but mine!”
Anthemion is scized with mad, uugn-
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
That urged her through the sounding seas.
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 :-
Garlands hang on every oar:
Then in fear the cordage slackening,
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,
Roared: the pirate crew, despairing;
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,
Saved, and made hiin rich and great.''
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,
"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
She swings in air. From rock and cave
Rings in the hopeless seamen's ear.
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,
And leave them on the golden sands."
Recovering from his trance, Anthe-
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,
Violently; one remains, to perish
By slow decay; as I remain
The late, false love, that worldlings learn, drives on at the mercy of wind and wave; When hearts are hard, and thoughts are stern,