HEBREW MELODIES. SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY. I. SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes : Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies. II. One shade the the less, Had half impair’d the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o'er her face; Where thoughts serenely sweet express How pure, how dear their dwelling place. III. And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, But tell of days in goodness spent, A heart whose love is innocent! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT. 1. THE AARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT, O’er tones her heart of hearts had given, Redoubled be her tears, its chords are riven! It softened men of iron mould, gave them virtues not their own; No ear so dull, no soul so cold, That felt not, fired not to the tone, It |