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And, having once turned round, walks | They stood as signals to the land,
on,

Each one a lovely light;
And turns no more his head ;
Because he knows a frightful fiend

This seraph-band, each waved his hand,
Doth close behind him tread.

No voice did they impart —

No voice ; but oh! the silence sank
But soon there breathed a wind on me, | Like music on my heart.
Nor sound nor motion made ;
Its path was not upon the sea,

But soon I heard the dash of oars,
In ripple or in shade.

I heard the pilot's cheer;
It raised my hair, it fanned my cheek,

My head was turned perforce away,

And I saw a boat appear.
Like a meadow-gale of Spring-
It mingled strangely with my fears,
Yet it felt like a welcoming.

The pilot and the pilot's boy,

I heard them coming fast :
Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship,

Dear Lord in Heaven ! it was a joy
Yet she sailed softly too ;

The dead men could not blast.
Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze –
On me alone it blew.

I saw a third — I heard his voice :

It is the hermit good!
O dream of joy ! is this indeed

He singeth loud his godly hymns
And the An. The light-house top I see?

That he makes in the wood. ner behold. Is this the hill ? is this the kirk ? He'll shrieve my soul, he 'll wash away tive country. Is this mine own countree ?

The Albatross's blood.

cient Mari

eth his na:

We drifted o'er the harbor-bar,
And I with sobs did pray —

PART VII.
O let me be awake, my God!
| This hermit good lives in that wood The hermit

of the wood Or let me sleep alway.

Which slopes down to the sea.

How loudly his sweet voice he rears!
The harbor-bay was clear as glass, He loves to talk with marineres
So smoothly it was strewn !

That come from a far countree.
And on the bay the moonlight lay,
And the shadow of the moon.

He kneels at morn, and noon, and eve

He hath a cushion plump:
The rock shone bright, the kirk vo less

It is the moss that wholly hides
That stands above the rock;

The rotted old oak-stump.
The moonlight steeped in silentness
The steady weathercock.

The skiff-boat neared : I heard them
And the bay was white with silent light,

talk,

• Why, this is strange, I trow! Till rising from the same,

Where are those lights so many and fair, Full many shapes, that shadows were, spirits leave

That signal made but now?' the dead In crimson colors came. bodies, and appear A little distance from the prow

Strange, by my faith !' the hermit approach in in their own

with wonforms of " Those crimson shadows were : light.

I turned my eyes upon the deck - * And they answered not our cheer !
O Christ! what saw I there!

The planks look'd warped ! and see

those sails
Each corse lay flat, lifeless and Hat,

How thin they are and sere !
And, by the holy rood !

I never saw aught like to them,
A man all light, a seraph man,

Unless perchance it were
On every corse there stood.

Brown skeletons of leaves that lag
This seraph-band, each waved his hand: My forest-brook along;
It was a heavenly sight!

When the ivy-tod is heavy with snow,

said –

der.

And the owlet whoops to the wolf below, / Which forced me to begin my tale –
That eats the she-wolf's young.' And then it left me free.

door!

Mariner is

• Dear Lord ! it hath a fiendish look Since then, at an uncertain hour, And ever

and anon (The pilot made reply)

That agony returns ;

throughout

his futrire I am a-feared.' – Push on, push on !' | And till my ghastly tale is told life an agony

constrain Said the herinit cheerily.

This heart within me burns.

eth him to travel from

land to land, The boat came closer to the ship,

I pass, like night, from land to land ;
But I nor spake nor stirred ;

I have strange power of speech ;
The boat came close beneath the ship,

That moment that his face I see
And straight a sound was heard.

I know the man that must hear me —

To him my tale I teach.
The ship Under the water it rumbled on,
suddenly
sinketh. Still louder and more dread :

What loud uproar bursts from that
It reached the ship, it split the bay;
The ship went down like lead.

The wedding-guests are there ;

But in the garden-bower the Bride The Ancient Stunned by that loud and dreadful

And bride-maids singing are ; saved in the sound,

And bark the little vesper bell,
pilot's boat.
Which sky and ocean smote,

Which biddeth me to prayer!
Like one that hath been seven day's
drowned

O Wedding-Guest ! this soul hath been
My body lay afloat;

Alone on a wide, wide sea --
But swift as dreams, myself I found

So lonely 't was, that God himself
Within the pilot's boat.

Scarce seemed there to be.
Upon the whirl where sank the ship

O sweeter than the marriage-feast,
The boat span round and round ;

"T is sweeter far to me,
And all was still, save that the hill

To walk together to the kirk
Was telling of the sound.

With a goodly company !--
I moved my lips — the pilot shrieked

To walk together to the kirk,
And fell down in a fit;

And all together pray,
The holy hermit raised his eyes,

While each to his great Father bends --
And prayed where he did sit.

Old men, and babes, and loving friends,
I took the oars ; the pilot's boy,

And youths and maidens gay!
Who now doth crazy go,

Farewell ! farewell ! but this I tell and to teach
Laughed loud and long; and all the while To thee, thou Wedding Guest! example,
His eyes went to and fro :

love and
| He prayeth well who loveth well
• Ha! ha!' quoth he, "full plain I see, | Both man and bird and beast.
The Devil knows how to row.'

He prayeth best who loveth best
And now, all in my own countree,

All things both great and small;
I stood on the firm land !

For the dear God who loveth us,
The hermit stepped forth from the boat, He made and loveth all."
And scarcely he could stand.

| The Mariner, whose eye is bright,
The Ancient “O shrieve me, shrieve me, holy Whose beard with age is hoar,
nestly en
man!'

Is gone. And now the Wedding-Guest hermit to The hermit crossed his brow :

| Turned from the Bridegroom's door. shrieve himn :

"Say quick,' quoth he, “! bid thee
ance of life
say -

He went like one that hath been
What manner of man art thou ?'

stumed,

And is of sense forlorn ;
Forthwith this frame of mine was A sadder and a wiser man
wrenched

He rose the morrow morn.
With a woful agony,

SAMU'EL TAYLOR COLERIDGE

by his own

reverence to all things, that God made and loveth.

Mariner ear.

treateth the

and the pen.

falls on him.

ALONZO THE BRAVE AND THE FAIR | The dogs, as they eyed him, drew back in affright; IMOGINE.

The lights in the chamber burned blue ! A WARRIOR so bold, and a virgin so lright, His presence all bosoms appeared to dismay; Conversed as they sat on the green;

The guests sat in silence and fear; They gazed on each other with tender delight: | At length spake the bride, -- while she trembled, Alonzo the Brave was the name of the knight,- 1 -“I pray, The maiden’s, the Fair Iinogine.

Sir knight, that your helmet aside you would lay,

And deign to partake of our cheer." “And 0," said the youth, “since to-morrow I go To fight in a far distant land,

The lady is silent; the stranger complies Your tears for my absence soon ceasing to flow, | His visor he slowly unclosed ; Some other will court you, and you will bestow O God ! what a sight met Fair Iinogine's eyes ! On a wealthier suitor your hand !”

What words can express her dismay and surprise,

When a skeleton's head was exposed ! "0), hush these suspicions,” Fair Imogine said, - Offensive to love and to me;

All present then uttered a terrified shout, For, if you be living, or if you be dead,

All turned with disgust from the scene; I swear by the Virgin that none in your stead

The worms they crept in, and the worms ther Shall husband of Imogine be.

crept out, “ If e'er I, by lust or by wealth led aside,

And sported his eyes and his temples about Forget my Alonzo the Brave,

While the spectre addressed Imogine : God grant that, to punish my falsehood and pride,

| “Behold me, thou false one, behold me!” he Your ghost at the marriage may sit by my side,

cried, May tax me with perjury, claim me as bride,

“Remember Alonzo the Brave ! And bear me away to the grave!”

God grants that, to punish thy falsehood and pride, To Palestine hastened the hero so bold, My ghost at thy marriage should sit by thy side ; His love she lamented him sore;

Should tax thee with perjury, claim thee as bride, But scarce had a twelvemonth elapsed when, be! And bear thee away to the grave !"

hold! A baron, all covered with jewels and gold,

Thus saying his arms round the lady he wound,

While loudly she shrieked in dismay; Arrived at Fair Imogine's door.

Then sunk with his prey through the wide-
His treasures, his presents, his spacious domain, yawning ground,
Soon made her untrue to her vows;

Nor ever again was Fair Imogine found,
He dazzled her eyes, he bewildered her brain; Or the spectre that bore her away.
He caught her affections, so light and so vain,
And carried her home as his spoust'.

Not long lived the baron ; and none, since that

time, And now had the marriage been blest by the To inhabit the castle presume ; priest;

For chronicles tell that, by order sublime, The revelry now was begun;

There Imogine suffers the pain of her crime, The tables they groaned with the weight of the Aue mourus her deplorable doom.

feast, Nor yet had the laughter and merriment ceased, At midnight, four times in each year, does her When the bell at the castle tolled — one.

sprite,

When mortals in slumber are bound, Then first with amazement Fair Imogine found Arrased in her bridal apparel of white, A stranger was placed by her side:

Ippear in the hall with the skeleton knight, His air was terrific; he uttered no sound,

And shriek as he whirls her around ! He spake not, he moved not, he looked not around,

While they drink out of skulls newly torn from But earnestly gazed on the bride.

the grave,

Dancing round them the spectres are seen; His visor was closed, and gigantic his height,

Their liquor is blood, and this horrible stave His armor was sable to view ;

They howl : “To the health of Alonzo the Brave, All pleasure and laugliter were hushed at his

s! And his consort, the Fair Imogine!” sight;

MATTHEW GREGORY LEWIS.

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THE PHILOSOPHER'S SCALES.

By further experiments (no matter how) A MONK. when his rites sacerdotal were o'er, He found that ten chariots weighed less than one In the depth of his cell with its stone-covered plough; floor,

A sword with gilt trapping rose up in the scale, Resigning to thought his chimerical brain, | Though balanced by only a ten-penny nail ; Once formed the contrivance we now shall explain; A shield and a helmet, a buckler and spear, But whether by magic's or alchemy's powers Weighed less than a widow's uncrystallized tear. We know not ; indeed, 't is no business of ours. A lord and a lady went up at full sail,

When a bee chanced to light on the opposite Perhaps it was only by patience and care,

scale ; At last, that he brought his invention to bear. Ten doctors, ten lawyers, two courtiers, one earl, In youth 't was projected, but years stole away, Ten counsellors' wigs, full of powder and curl, And ere 't was complete he was wrinkled and all heaped in one balance and swinging from

thence, But success is secure, unless energy fails ; Weighed less than a few grains of candor and And at length he produced the Philosopher's sense ; SCALES.

A first-water diamond, with brilliants begirt,

Than one good potato just washed from the dirt ; “What were they?' you ask. You shall pres. Yet not mountains of silver and gold could suffice ently see;

One pearl to outweigh, - 't was THE PEARL OF These scales were not made to weigh sugar and tea. GREAT PRICE.

gray;

Last of all, the whole world was bowled in at the Monster fishes swam the silent main, grate,

| Stately forests waved their giant branches, With the soul of a beggar to serve for a weight, Mountains hurled their snowy avalanches, When the former sprang up with so strong a re- Mammoth creatures stalked across the plain ; buff

Nature revelled in grand mysteries, That it made a vast rent and escaped at the roof! But the little fern was not of these, When balanced in air, it ascended on high, Did not number with the hills and trees ; And sailed up aloft, a halloon in the sky;

Only grew and waved its wild sweet way, While the scale with the soul in 't so mightily No one came to note it day by day.

fell That it jerked the philosopher out of his cell. Earth, one time, put on a frolic mood,

JANE TAYLOR. Heaved the rocks and changed the mighty

motion Of the deep, strong currents of the ocean ;

Moved the plain and shook the haughty wood, THE NIGHTINGALE AND GLOW-WORM.! Crushed the little fern in soft moist clay,

Covered it, and hid it safe away.
A NIGHTINGALE, that all day long

O, the long, long centuries since that day !
Had cheered the village with his song, 0, the changes ! 0, life's bitter cost,
Nor yet at eve his note suspended,

Since that useless little fern was lost !
Nor yet when eventide was ended,
Began to feel - as well he might

Useless? Lost? There came a thoughtful man The keen demands of appetite ;

Searching Nature's secrets, far and deep; When, looking eagerly around,

From a fissure in a rocky steep He spied, far off, upon the ground,

He withdrew a stone, o'er which there ran
A something shining in the dark,

Fairy pencillings, a quaint design,
And knew the glow-worm by his spark; Veinings, leafuge, fibres clear and fine.
So, stooping down from hawthorn top, And the fern's life lay in every line !
He thought to put him in his crop.

So, I think, God hides some souls away,
The worm, aware of his intent,

Sweetly to surprise us, the last day. Harangued him thus, quite eloquent, —

MARY L. BOLLES BRANCH. “Did you admire my lamp," quoth he, “As much as I your minstrelsy, You would abhor to do me wrong,

THE COMET.
As much as I to spoil your song;
For 't was the self-same Power divine

OCTOBER, 1858.
Taught you to sing, and me to shine ;

Erratic Soul of some great Purpose, doomed That you with music, I with light,

To track the wild illimitable space, Might beautify and cheer the night."

Till sure propitiation has been made The songster heard his short oration,

For the divine commission un performed ! And, warbling out his approbation,

What was thy crime? Ahasuerus’ curse Released him, as my story tells,

Were not more stern on earth than thine in And found a supper somewhere else.

heaven!

WILLIAM COWPER.

i Art thou the Spirit of some Angel World, For grave rebellion banished from thy peers,

Compelled to watch the calm, immortal stars THE PETRIFIED FERN.

Circling in rapture the celestial void,

While the avenger follows in thy train
In a valley, centuries ago,

To spur thee on to wretchedness eterne?
Grew a little fern-leaf, green and slender,
Veining delicate and fibres tender ;

| Or one of Nature's wildest fantasies, Waving when the wind crept down so low. From which she lies in terror so profound,

Rushes tall, and moss, and grass grew round it, And with such whirl of torment in her breast,
Playful sunbeams darted in and found it, That mighty earthquakes yawn where'er she
Drops of dew stole in by night, and crowned it, treals ;
But no foot of man e'er trod that way ; While War makes red its terrible right hand,
Earth was young, and keeping holiday And l'amine stalks abroad all lean and wan!

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