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Or rather say at once, within what space
She wept with pity and delight,
I heard her breathe my name.
She fled to me and wept.
And gazed upon my face.
The swelling of her heart.
But springtide blossoms on thy lips,
What outward form and feature are
He guesseth but in part;
He seeth with the heart.
A DAY DREAM.
LINES SUGGESTED BY THE LAST WORDS OF
OB, ANNO DOM. 1088.
No more 'twixt conscience staggering and the Pope, And thee, and m.c, and Mary there.
Soon shall I now before
God appear, O Mary! make thy gentle lap our pillow!
By him to be acquitted, as I hope; Bend o'er us, like a bower, my
beautiful green willow! By him to be condemned, its I fear.
A wild-rose roofs the ruin'd shed,
REFLECTION ON THE ABOVE.
Lynx amid moles! had I stood by thy bed,
Be of good cheer, meek soul! I would have said: Two dear names carved upon the tree !
I see a hope spring from that humble fear. And Mary's tears, they are not tears of sorrow:
All are not strong alike through storms to steer Our sister and our friend will both be here to-morrow. Right onward. What though dread of threatend
death 'T was day! But now few, large, and bright, And dungeon torture made thy hand and breath
The stars are round the crescent moon! Inconstant to the truth within thy heart? And now it is a dark warm night,
That truth, from which, through fear, thou twice didst The balmiest of the month of June!
start, A glow-worm fallen, and on the marge remounting
Fear haply told thee, was a learned strife, Shines, and its shadow shines, fit stars for our sweet
Or not so vital as to claim thy life: fountain.
And myriads had reach'd Heaven, who never knew
Where lay the difference 'twixthe false and true! O ever-ever be thou blest! For dearly, Asra! love I thee!
Ye, who secure 'mid trophies not your own,
Judge bim who won them when he stood alone,
And proudly talk of recreant BERENGARE
O first the age, and then the man compare!
That But in one quiet room we three are still together.
how dark! congenial minds how rare!
No host of friends with kindred zeal did burn!
No throbbing hearts awaited his return!
Prostrate alike when prince and peasant fell,
He only disenchanted from the spell,
Like the weak worm that gems the starless night,
That did but guide the night-birds to their prey?
The ascending Day-star with a bolder
eye "T is Mary's hand upon my
Hath lit each dew-drop on our trimmer lawn!
Yet not for this, if wise, will we decry
The spots and struggles of the timid Dawn!
Lest so we tempt th' approaching Noon to scorn
The mists and painted vapours of our MORN. Murmur it to yourselves, ye two beloved women!
He saw a Lawyer killing a Viper
A POTHECARY on a white horse
Rode by on his vocations,
Deata in the Revelations.
He saw a cottage with a double coach-house,
A cottage of gentility!
Is pride that apes humility.
CONSTANCY TO AN IDEAL OBJECT.
He went into a rich bookseller's shop,
Quoth he! we are both of one college ; For I myself sate like a cormorant once
Fast by the tree of knowledge.' .
Down the river there plied with wind and tide,
Apig, with vast celerity;
Gocs *England's commercial prosperity,»
As he went through Cold-Bath Fields he saw.
A solitary cell,
For improving his prisons in Hell.
And art thou pothing? Such thou art, as when
It was general conflagration,
1 And all amid them stood the TREE OF LIFE
THE SUICIDE'S ARGUMENT.
Js't return'd as 't was sent? Is 't no worse for the wear? So clomb this first grand thief
Think first, what you are! Call to mind what you WERE! Thence up be flew, and on the tree of life Sat like a cormorant.-PAR. Lost, IV.
I gave you innocence, I gave you hope,
Gave health, and genius, and an ample scope. The allegory here is so apt, that in a catalogue of various Return you me guilt, lethargy, despair? readings obtained from collating the MSS. one might expect to find it noted, that for LITE, Cod. quid habent, «TRADE..
Make out the Invent'ry; inspect, compare!
Though indeed THE TRADE, i. e, the bibliopolic, so called xúc' €50790, Then die—if die you dare! may be regarded as Lire sensu eminentiori; a suggestion, which I owe to a young retailer in the hosiery line, who on bearing a description of the net profits, dinner parties, country houses, etc. been mistaken, and most certainly he did not hear any names men. of the trado, esclaimed, «Ay! that's what I call LIFE now !. - tioned. In simple verity, the Author Dever meant any one, or inThis Life, our Death.- is thus happily contrasted with the fruits deed any thing but to put a concluding stanza to bis doggerel. of Auiborship.-Sic nos no nobis mellificamus Apes.
' This phenomenon, wbicb ibe Author has himself experienced, or this poem, with which the Fire, Famine and Slaughter first and of wbich the render may find a description in one of the earlier appeared in the Morning Post, the three first stan, as, which are volumes of the Manchester Philosophical Transactions, is applied worih all the real, and the ninth, wero dictated by Mr Southey. figuratively in the following passage of the Aids to Reflection : Between the ninth and the concluding stanza, two or three are • Pindar's fine remark respecting the different effecis of music, omitted as grounded on subjects that have lost their interest--and on different characters, holds equally true of Gepins: as many as for better reasons.
are not delighted by it are disturbed, perplesed, irritated. The If any one should ask, who General — rocant, the Author begs beholder either recognizes it as a projecte form of his vun Being. leave to inform him, that be did once see a red-faced person in a that moves before him with a Glory round its head, or recoils from is dream whom by the dress he took for a General; but he might bare as a spectre.r-Aids to Reflection, p. 220.
! Or call my destiny niggard! O no! no!, THE BLOSSOMING OF THE SOLITARY DATE- | It is hier largeness, and her overflow, TREE,
Which being incomplete, disquieteth me so!
4. Istex to have an indistinct recollection of baving road either in one
For never touch of gladness stirs my heart, of the ponderous tomes of George of Venice, or in some other com
But tim'rously beginning to rejoice pilation from the uninspired Hebrew Writers, an Apologuo or Rab- Like a blind Arab, that from sleep doth start binical Tradition to the following purpose :
In lonesome tent, I listen for thy voice. While our first parents stood before their offended Maker, and the last words of the sentence were yet sounding in Adam's car, the Beloved ! 't is not thine; thou art not there! guileful false serpent, a counterfeit and a usurper from the begin- Then melts the bubble into idle air, ning, presumptuously took on himself the character of advocate or And wishing without hope I restlessly despair. mediator, and protending to intercede for Adam, exclaimed : « Nay, Lord, in thy justice, not so! for the Man was the least in fault.
5. Rather let the Woman return at once to the dust, and let Adam remain in this thy Paradise.. And ibe word of the Most High an
The mother with anticipated glee swered Satan : • The tender mercies of the wicked are cruel. Smiles o'er the child, that standing by her chair,! Treacherous Friend ! if with guilt like thine, it had been possible and flatı’ning its round check upon her knce, for thee to have the heart of a Man, and 10 feel ibo yearning of a
Looks buman soul for its counterpart, the sentence, wbich thou now
and doth its rosy lips prepare
up, counsellest, should have been inflicies on thyself.»
To mock the coming sounds. At that sweet sight
She hears her own voice with a new delight; [The title of the following poem was suggested by a fact mentioned
And if the babe perchance should lisp the notes aright, by Linnæus, of a Dale-tree in a polleman's garden, which year after year bad put forth a full show of blossoms, but never pro
6. duced froit, till a branch from a Dato-tree had beon conveyed Then is she tenfold gladder than before! from a distance of some hundred leagues. The first leaf of the
But should disease or chance the darling take, MS. from which the poem has been transcribed, and which contained the two or three introductory stanvas, is wanting: and
What then avail those songs, which sweet of yorė the author has in vain taxed his memory to repair the loss. Bot Were oply sweet for their sweet echo's sake? a rode draught of the poem contains the substance of Ibo stanzas,
Dear maid! no prauler at a mother's knee and the reader is requested to receive it as the substitute. It is not impossible, that some congenial spirit, whoso years do not
Was e'er so dearly prized as I prize thee : excoed i bose of the author, at the time ibo poem was written, may Why was I made for love, and love denied to me? tind a pleasure in restoring the Lament to its original integrity by a reduction of the thoughts to the requisite Metre.-S. T. C.
FANCY IN NUBIBUS,
OR THE POET IN THE CLOUDS. Beneath the blaze of a tropical sun the mountain peaks are the Thrones of Frosi, through the absence of O! it is pleasant, with a heart at case, objects to reflect the rays. « What no one with us shares,
Just after sunsel, or by moonlight skies, seems scarce our own. The presence of a one,
To make the shifting clouds be what you please,
Or let the easily persuaded eyes
Own each quaint likeness issuing from the mould is for the heart, what the supporting air from within is
Of a friend's fancy; or with head bent low for the hollow globe with its suspended car. Deprive it And cheek aslanı, see rivers flow of gold of this, and all without, that would have buoyed it aloft 'Twixt crimson banks; and then, a traveller, go . cven to the seat of the gods, becomes a burthen, and From mount to mount through CLOUDLAND, gorgcous crushes it into flatness.
Be that blind bard, who on the Chian strand The finer the sense for the beautiful and the lovely, By those deep sounds possess'd, with inward light and the fairer and lovelier the object presented to the Beheld the lliad and the ODYSSEY sense; the more exquisite the individual's capacity of Rise to the swelling of the voiceful sea. joy, and the more ample his means and opportunities of enjoyment, the more heavily will he feel the ache of solitariness, the more unsubstantial becomes the feast
THE TWO FOUNTS. spread around him. What matters it, whether in fact the viands and the ministering graces are shadowy or
STANZAS ADDRESSED TO A LADY ON HER RECOVERY real, to him who has not hand to grasp nor arms to em
WITH UNBLEMISHED LOOKS, FROM A SEVERE ATTACK brace them?
"T was my last waking thought, how it could be, 3.
That thou, sweet friend, such angnish shouldst endure : Imagination; honourable Aims;
When straighi from Dreamland came a Dwarf, and lic Free Commune with the choir that cannot die; Could tell the cause, forsooth, aud knew the cure. Science and Song ; Delight in liule things, The buoyant child surviving in the man;
Methought he fronted me, with pecring look Fields, forests, ancient mountains, ocean, sky, Fixd on my heart; and read aloud in game With all iheir voices-O) dare I accuse
The loves and griefs therein, is from a book : My carthly lot as guilty of my spleen,
And utter'd praise like one who wishi'd to blame.