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And with a natural gladness, he main- INSCRIPTION FOR A TIME-PIECE
tained The citadel unconquered, and in joy
Now! it is gone. -Our brief hours travel Was strong to follow the delightful Muse.
post, For not a hidden path, that to the shades Each with its thought or deed, its Why Of the beloved Parnassian forest leads,
or How :Lurked undiscovered by him; not a rill
But know, each parting hour gives up a There issues from the fount of Ilippo
To dwell within thee-an eternal NOW! But he had traced it upward to its
? 1830. source, Through open glade, dark glen, and THE VIRGIN'S CRADLE-HYMN secret dell,
COPIED FROM A PRINT OF THE VIRGIN Knew the gay wild flowers on its banks, IN A CATHOLIC VILLAGE IN GERMANY
and culled Its med'cinable herbs. Yea, oft alone, .
DORMI, Jesu ! Mater ridet Piercing the long-neglected holy cave,
Quæ tam dulcem somnum videt, The haunt obscure of old Philosophy,
Dormi, Jesu ! blandule ! He bade with lifted torch its starry
Si non dormis, Mater plorat,
Inter fila cantans orat, walls
Blande, veni, somnule. Sparkle, as erst they sparkled to the flame
ENGLISH Of odorous lamps tended by Saint and Sleep, sweet babe ! my cares beguiling : Sage.
Mother sits beside thee smiling; O framed for calmer times and nobler
Sleep, my darling, tenderly ! hearts !
If thou sleep not, mother mourneth, O studious Poet, eloquent for truth !
Singing as her wheel she turneth :
Come, soft slumber, balmily!
TO A LADY
OFFENDED BY A SPORTIVE OBSERVAThis record of thy worth thy Friend
TION THAT WOMEN HAVE NO SOULS inscribes,
NAY, dearest Anna ! why so grave ? Thoughtful, with quict tcars upon his cheek.
I said, you had no soul, 'tis true ! For what you are you cannot have 'Tis I that have one since I first had
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REASON FOR LOVE'S BLINDNESS WHAT now, O Man! thou dost or mean'st I HAVE heard of reasons manifold to do
Why Love must needs be blind, Will help to give thee peace, or make But this the best of all I hold thee rue,
His eyes are in his mind. When hovering o'er the dot this hand
What outward form and feature are shall tell The moment that secures thee Heaven
He guesseth but in part ; or Hell !
But that within is good and fair
He seeth with the heart.
And he was innocent, as the pretty shame THE SUICIDE'S ARGUMENT
Of babe, that tempts and shuns the
menaced kiss, ERE the birth of my life, if I wish'd it
From its twy-cluster'd hiding place of or no,
snow ! No question was asked me it could not
Pure as the babe, I ween, and all be so ! If the life was the question, a thing sent
As the dear hopes, that swell the mother's to try,
breastAnd to live on be Yes ; what can No be? to die.
Her eyes down gazing o'er her clasped
charge ; NATURE'S ANSWER
Yet gay as that twice happy father's Is't returned, as 'twas sent ?
That well might glance aside, yet never worse for the wear ?
miss, Think first, what you are! Call to mind
Where the sweet mark emboss'd so sweet what you were !
a targeI gave you innocence, I gave you hope,
Twice wretched he who hath been doubly Gave health, and genius, and an ample
blest! scope. Return you me guilt, lethargy, despair ?
III Make out the invent'ry ; inspect, com
Like a loose blossom on a gusty night Then die-if die you dare !
He flitted from me—and has left behind 1811. (As if to them his faith he ne'er did
Of either sex and answerable mind THE PANG MORE SHARP THAN
Two playmates, twin-births of his fosterALL
The one a steady lad (Esteem he hight) AN ALLEGORY
And Kindness is the gentler sister's name.
good, He too has flitted from his secret nest,
Of that bright boy who hath us all forHope's last and dearest child without a name !
But in his full-eyed aspect when she Has flitted from me, like the warmthless
And while her face reflected every look, That makes false promise of a place of And in reflection kindled—she became rest
So like him, that almost she seem'd the To the tired Pilgrim's still believing
Ah! he is gone, and yet will not defind !
Is with me still, yet I from him exiled! II
For still there lives within my secret Yes ! he hath flitted from me—with what
The magic image of the magic Child, Or why, I know not ! 'Twas a home of which there he made up-grow by his bliss,
As in that crystall orb—wise Merlin's
THE NIGHT-SCENE feat,The wondrous 'World of Glass,' wherein
A DRAMATIC FRAGMENT inisled
40 All long'd for things their beings did re- Sandoval. You loved the daughter of peat ;
Don Manrique ? And there he left it, like a Sylph be- Earl Henry.
Loved ? guiled,
Sand. Did you not say you wooed To live and yearn and languish incom
her ? plete !
Once I loved
And wooed, perchance,
Not loving Oropeza. True, I wooed her, Yes ! one more sharp there is that deeper | Hoping to heal a deeper wound; but she lies,
Met my advances with impassioned pride, Which fond Esteem but mocks when he That kindled love with love. And when would heal.
her sire, Yet neither scorn nor hate did it devise, Who in his dream of hope already But sad compassion and atoning zeal !
grasped One pang more blighting-keen than hope The golden circlet in his hand, rejected betray'd !
50 My suit with insult, and in memory And this it is my woeful hap to feel, of ancient feuds poured curses on my When, at her Brother's hest, the twin
head, born Maid
Her blessings overtook and baffled them! With face averted and unsteady eyes, But thou art stern, and with unkindling Her truant playmate's faded robe puts
countenance on ;
Art inly reasoning whilst thou listenest to And inly shrinking from her own disguise
me. Enacts the faery Boy that's lost and Sand. Anxiously, Henry! reasoning gone.
anxiously. O worse than all! O pang all pangs But Oropezaabove
Earl H. Blessings gather round her! Is Kindness counterfeiting absent Love! Within this wood there winds a secret
passage, Beneath the walls, which opens out at
length "Έρως αει λάληθρος εταίρος
Into the gloomiest covert of the garden.In many ways does the full heart reveal
The night ere my departure to the army,
She, nothing trembling, led me through The presence of the love it would con
And to that covert by a silent stream, But in far more th' estranged heart lets know
Which, with one star reflected near its The absence of the love, which yet it
Was the sole object visible around me. fain would shew.
No leaflet stirred; the air was almost [Motto to one of the Divisions of the
sultry ; “ Poems," 1828 and 1829.]
So deep, so dark, so close, the umbrage 1 Faërie Queene, b. iii. c. 2, s. 19.
No leaflet stirred ;—yet pleasure hung Earl H.
Ah! was that bliss upon
Feared as an alien, and too vast for The gloom and stillness of the balmy
man ? night-air.
For suddenly, impatient of its silence, A little further on an arbour stood, Did Oropeza, starting, grasp my forehead. Fragrant with flowering trees—I well I caught her arms; the veins were swellremember
ing on them.
бо What an uncertain glimmer in the dark- | Through the dark bower she sent a holness
low voice, Their snow-white blossoms made—thither Oh! what if all betray me? what is she led me,
thou ?' To that sweet bower! Then Oropeza I swore, and with an inward thought that trembled
seemed I heard her heart beat--if ’twere not my The purpose and the substance of my own.
being, Sand. A rude and scaring note, my I swore to her, that were she red with friend !
guilt, Earl H.
Oh! no ! I would exchange my unblenched state I have small memory of aught but plea
Friend! by that winding passage, to that The inquietudes of fear, like lesser streams
bower Still flowing, still were lost in those of I now will go---all objects there will love :
teach me So love grew mightier from the fear, and Unwavering love, and singleness of heart. Nature,
Go, Sandoval ! I am prepared to meet Fleeing from Pain, shelter'd herself in
Say nothing of me-I myself will seek The stars above our heads were dim and
Nay, leave me, friend! I cannot bear Like eyes suffused with rapture. Life was
the torment in us :
And keen inquiry of that scanning eye.We were all life, each atom of our frames [Earl Henry retires into the wood. A living soul-I vow'd to die for her : Sand. (alone). O Henry! always With the faint voice of one who, having
striv'st thou to be great spoken,
By thine own act—yet art thou never Relapses into blessedness, I vowed it :
great That solemn vow, a whisper scarcely But by the inspiration of great passion. heard,
The whirl-blast comes, the desert-sands A murmur breathed against a lady's ear. Oh! there is joy above the name of And shape themselves : from Earth to pleasure,
Heaven they stand, Deep self-possession, an intense repose. As though they were the pillars of a Sand. (with a sarcastic smile). No
temple, other than as eastern sages paint, Built by Omnipotence in its own honour ! The God, who floats upon a Lotos leaf, But the blast pauses, and their shaping Dreams for a thousand ages; then awak
Is fled: the mighty columns were but Creates a world, and smiling at the
And lazy snakes trail o'er the level ruins ! Relapses into bliss.