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For aye entempesting anew
That Hope, which was his inward bliss The unfathomable hell within
and boast, The horror of their deeds to view,
Which waned and died, yet ever near To know and loathe, yet wish and do !
him stood, Such griefs with such men well agree, Though changed in nature, wander where But wherefore, wherefore fall on me? 50
he wouldTo be beloved is all I need,
For Love's Despair is but Hope's pining And whom I love, I love indeed. 1803.
He wishes and can wish for this alone!
Pierced, as with light from Heaven, FRIEND, Lover, Husband, Sister, Brother!
before its gleams Dear names close in
(So the love-stricken visionary deems) Alas! poor Fancy's bitter-sweet
Disease would vanish, like a summer Our names, and but our names can meet.
Or let it stay! yet this one Hope should
give SAD lot, to have no Hope! Though lowly Such strength that he would bless his kneeling
pains and live.
? 1807 ? 1810. He fain would frame a prayer within his
breast, Would fain entreat for some sweet breath
HOMELESS of healing, That his sick body might have ease and O! CHRISTMAS Day, Oh ! happy day,
A foretaste from above,
And love returned from love!'
[ON THE ABOVE) captive guest, Some royal prisoner at his conqueror's O! CHRISTMAS Day, O gloomy day, feast,
The barb in Memory's dart, An alien's restless mood but half con- To him who walks alone through Life, cealing,
The desolate in heart.
MS. The sternness on his gentle brow con
fessed, Sickness within and miserable feeling :
TO ASRA Though obscure pangs made curses of his dreams,
ARE there two things, of all which men And dreaded sleep, each night repelled
possess, in vain,
That are so like each other and so near, Each night was scattered by its own As mutual Love seems like to Happiness? loud screams :
Dear Asra, woman beyond utterance Yet never could his heart command,
dear! though fain,
This Love which ever welling at my One deep full wish to be no more in
Now in its living fount doth heave and fall,
PHANTOM-CONSTANCY TO AN IDEAL OBJECT
Now overflowing pours thro' every part
A SUNSET Of all my frame, and fills and changes all, Like vernal waters springing up through UPON the mountain's edge with light snow,
touch resting, This Love that seeming great beyond the There a brief while the globe of splenpower
dour sits Of growth, yet seemeth ever more to And seems a creature of the earth,
More changeful than the Moon,
To wane fantastic his great orb submits, Of Happy Life, and give it all to Thee,
Or cone or mow of fire : till sinking Thy lot, methinks, were Heaven, thy
slowly age, Eternity!
1803. Even to a star at length he lessens wholly. MS.
Abrupt, as Spirits vanish, he is sunk ! PHANTOM
A soul-like breeze possesses all the wood.
The boughs, the sprays have stood All look and likeness caught from earth, As motionless as stands the ancient trunk! All accident of kin and birth,
But every leaf through all the forest Had pass'd away. There was no trace
flutters, Of aught on that illumined face,
And deep the cavern of the fountain Upraised beneath the rifted stone
1805. But of one spirit all her own ;
SINCE all that beat about in Nature's
range, [TRANSLATED FROM MARINI]
Or veer or vanish; why should'st thou
remain LADY, to Death we're doom'd, our crime the same !
The only constant in a world of change, Thou, that in me thou kindled'st such yearning Thought! that liv'st but in fierce heat ;
the brain ? I, that my heart did of a Sun so sweet
Call to the Hours, that in the distance The rays concentre to so hot a flame.
play, I, fascinated by an Adder's eye
The faery people of the future day-Deaf as an Adder thou to all my pain ;
Fond Thought! not one of all that shinThou obstinate in Scorn, in Passion I
ing swarm I lov’d too much, too much didst thou Will breathe on thee with life-enkindling disdain.
breath, Hear then our doom in Hell as just as stern,
Till when, like strangers shelt'ring from Our sentence equal as our crimes con
a storm, spire
Hope and Despair meet in the porch of
Yet still thou haunt'st me; and though
well I see, Hell for us both fit places too suppliesIn my heart thou wilt burn, I roast before
She is not thou, and only thou art she,
Still, still as though some dear embodied
? 1805. MS.
Some living Love before my eyes there While most were wooing wealth, or gaily stood
swerving With answering look a ready ear to To pleasure's secret haunts, and some lend,
apart I mourn to thee and say—“Ah! loveliest Stood strong in pride, self-conscious of friend!
deserving, That this the meed of all my toils might To you I gave my whole weak wishing
heart. To have a home, an English home, and thee!'
And when I met the maid that realized Vain repetition! Home and Thou are
Your fair creations, and had won her
kindness, one. The peacefull'st cot, the moon shall shine Say, but for her if aught on earth I
prized ! upon, Lulled by the thrush and wakened by
Your dreams alone I dreamt, and the lark,
caught your blindness. Without thee were but a becalmed bark,
O grief !--but farewell, Love! I will go Whose helmsman on an ocean waste and
play me wide
With thoughts that please me less, and Sits mute and pale his mouldering helm
less betray me.
? 1805. beside.
And art thou nothing? Such thou art,
WHAT IS LIFE? as when The woodman winding westward up the RESEMBLES life what once was deem'd of glen
light, At wintry dawn, where o'er the sheep-Too ample in itself for human sight? track's maze
An absolute self - an element unThe viewless snow-mist weaves a glist'n
All that we see, all colours of all shade Sees full before him, gliding without By encroach of darkness made ? tread,
Is very life by consciousness unbounded? An image with a glory round its head ; And all the thoughts, pains, joys of The enamoured rustic worships its fair
mortal breath, hues,
A war-embrace of wrestling life and Nor knows he makes the shadow, he
1805. pursues !
THE BLOSSOMING OF THE
I seem to have an indistinct recollection of havMore fondly ne'er did mother eye her ing read either in one of the ponderous tomes of child
George of Venice, or in some other compilation Than I your form : yours were my hopes
from the uninspired Hebrew writers, an apologue
or Rabbinical tradition to the following purpose : of youth,
While our first parents stood before their And as you shaped my thoughts I
offended Maker, and the last words of the sensighed or smiled.
tence were yet sounding in Adam's ear, the
THE BLOSSOMING OF THE SOLITARY DATE-TREE
was the least in fault. Rather let the woman the object presented to the sense ; the
guileful false serpent, a counterfeit and a usurper
2 from the beginning, presumptuously took on himself the character of advocate or mediator, The finer the sense for the beautiful and pretending to intercede for Adam, exclaimed: and the lovely, and the fairer and lovelier Nay, Lord, in thy justice, not so! for the man
more exquisite the individuals capacity return at once to the dust, and let Adam remain in this thy Paradise.' And the word of the
of joy, and the more ample his means Most High answered Satan : ‘The tender mercies
and opportunities of enjoyment, the more of the wicked are cruel. Treacherous Fiend ! if heavily will he feel the ache of solitariwith guilt like thine, it had been possible for thee ness, the more unsubstantial becomes the to have the heart of a Man, and to feel the yearn- feast spread around him. What matters ing of a human soul for its counterpart, the it, whether in fact the viands and the sentence, which thou now counsellest, should
ministering graces are shadowy or real, have been inflicted on thyself.'
to him who has not hand to grasp nor The title of the following poem was suggested
arms to embrace them ? by a fact mentioned by Linnæus, of a date-tree in a nobleman's garden which year after year had put forth a full show of blossoms, but never produced fruit, till a branch from another date-tree
3 had been conveyed from a distance of some hundred leagues. The first leaf of the MS. from
Imagination; honourable aims; which the poem has been transcribed, and which
Free commune with the choir that cancontained the two or three introductory stanzas,
not die; is wanting: and the author has in vain taxed his Science and song; delight in little things, memory to repair the loss. But a rude draught The buoyant child surviving in the man; of the poem contains the substance of the stanzas, Fields, forests, ancient mountains, ocean, and the reader is requested to receive it as the
sky, substitute. It is not impossible, that some con- With all their voices~0 dare I accuse genial spirit, whose years do not exceed those of the Author at the time the poem was written, My earthly lot as guilty of my spleen, may find a pleasure in restoring the Lament to its
Or call my destiny niggard! O no! no! original integrity by a reduction of the thoughts
It is her largeness, and her overflow, to the requisite metre.
Which being incomplete, disquieteth me S. T. C.
BENEATH the blaze of a tropical sun the
For never touch of gladness stirs my
But tim'rously beginning to rejoice
Like a blind Arab, that from sleep doth
start shares, seems scarce our own.'
In lonesome tent, I listen for thy voice. presence of a ONE,
Beloved ! 'tis not thine; thou art not
there! The best belov'd, who loveth me the best,
Then melts the bubble into idle air, is for the heart, what the supporting air And wishing without hope I restlessly from within is for the hollow globe with
despair. its suspended car. Deprive it of this,
5 and all without, that would have buoyed it aloft even to the seat of the gods, be- The mother with anticipated glee comes a burthen and crushes it into flat- Smiles o'er the child, that, standing by ness.
And flatt’ning its round cheek upon her (This separation is, alas ! knee,
Too great a punishment to bear; Looks up, and doth its rosy lips prepare O! take my life, or let me pass To mock the coming sounds. At that That life, that happy life, with her !)
sweet sight She hears her own voice with a new
The perils, erst with steadfast eye delight;
Encounter'd, now I shrink to seeAnd if the babe perchance should lisp Oh! I have heart enough to diethe notes aright,
Not half enough to part from Thee !
6 Then is she tenfold gladder than before! A THOUGHT SUGGESTED BY A But should disease or chance the darling
VIEW take, What then avail those songs, which OF SADDLEBACK IN CUMBERLAND
sweet of yore Were only sweet for their sweet echo's
On stern Blencartha's perilous height sake?
The winds are tyrannous and strong; Dear maid ! no prattler at a mother's And flashing forth unsteady light knee
From stern Blencartha's skiey height, Was e'er so dearly prized as I prize
As loud the torrents throng! thee:
Beneath the moon, in gentle weather, Why was I made for Love and Love They bind the earth and sky together. denied to me?
But oh! the sky and all its forms, how
quiet! The things that seek the earth, how full of noise and riot!
A CHILD'S EVENING PRAYER
A SWORDED man whose trade is blood,
In grief, in anger, and in fear,
I seek the wealth you hold so dear!
The dazzling charm of outward form,
The power of gold, the pride of birth, Have taken Woman's heart by storm
Usurp'd the place of inward worth.
Is not true Love of higher price
Than outward form, though fair to see, Wealth's glittering fairy-dome of ice,
Or echo of proud ancestry?-
ERE on my bed my limbs I lay,
O! Asra, Asra! couldst thou see
Into the bottom of my heart, There's such a mine of Love for thee,
As almost might supply desert!