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And, having once turned round, walks | They stood as signals to the land,
Each one a lovely light;
This seraph-band, each waved his hand,
No voice did they impart —
No voice ; but oh! the silence sank
But soon I heard the dash of oars,
I heard the pilot's cheer;
My head was turned perforce away,
And I saw a boat appear.
The pilot and the pilot's boy,
I heard them coming fast :
Dear Lord in Heaven ! it was a joy
The dead men could not blast.
I saw a third — I heard his voice :
It is the hermit good!
He singeth loud his godly hymns
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.
eth his na:
We drifted o'er the harbor-bar,
of the wood Or let me sleep alway.
Which slopes down to the sea.
How loudly his sweet voice he rears!
That come from a far countree.
He kneels at morn, and noon, and eve
He hath a cushion plump:
It is the moss that wholly hides
The rotted old oak-stump.
The skiff-boat neared : I heard them
• 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 !
The planks look'd warped ! and see
How thin they are and sere !
I never saw aught like to them,
Unless perchance it were
Brown skeletons of leaves that lag
When the ivy-tod is heavy with snow,
And the owlet whoops to the wolf below, / Which forced me to begin my tale –
• Dear Lord ! it hath a fiendish look Since then, at an uncertain hour, And ever
and anon (The pilot made reply)
That agony returns ;
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 ;
I have strange power of speech ;
That moment that his face I see
I know the man that must hear me —
To him my tale I teach.
What loud uproar bursts from that
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,
Which biddeth me to prayer!
O Wedding-Guest ! this soul hath been
Alone on a wide, wide sea --
So lonely 't was, that God himself
Scarce seemed there to be.
O sweeter than the marriage-feast,
"T is sweeter far to me,
To walk together to the kirk
With a goodly company !--
To walk together to the kirk,
And all together pray,
While each to his great Father bends --
Old men, and babes, and loving friends,
And youths and maidens gay!
Farewell ! farewell ! but this I tell and to teach
He prayeth best who loveth best
All things both great and small;
For the dear God who loveth us,
| The Mariner, whose eye is bright,
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
He went like one that hath been
And is of sense forlorn ;
He rose the morrow morn.
SAMU'EL TAYLOR COLERIDGE
by his own
reverence to all things, that God made and loveth.
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-
Nor ever again was Fair Imogine found,
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
O, the long, long centuries since that day !
Since that useless little fern was lost !
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
Fairy pencillings, a quaint design,
So, I think, God hides some souls away,
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,
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.
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
To spur thee on to wretchedness eterne?
| 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,