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place like home! A charm from the

to hallow as there which, seek through the world, is ne er met with elsewhere!

home, - sweet, sweet home! There's no place like home! there's no place bhe home!



Sohn Stoward


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To bind thy heart, if it should choose to go ;- Soft and tender as her soul ;
Love should not be a slave.

Love's dewy light doth drown her,

And the braided locks that crown her My placid ghost, I trust, will walk serene

Than autumn's trees are browner,
In clearer light than gilds those earthly morns, When the golden shadows roll
Above the jealousies and envies keen

Through the forests in the evening, when cathe-
Which sow this life with thorns.

dral turrets toll,

And the purple sun advanceth to its goal.
Thou wouldst not feel my shadowy caress,
If, after death, my soul should linger here;

Her cottage was a dwelling
Men's hearts crave tangible, close tenderness,

All regal homes excelling,
Love's presence, warm and near.

But, ah! beyond the telling

Was the beauty round it spread, It would not make me sleep more peacefully

The wave and sunshine playing, That thou wert wasting all thy life in woe

Like sisters each arraying,
For my poor sake; what love thou hast for me,

Far down the sea-plants swaying
Bestow it ere I go !

Upon their coral-bed,

And languid as the tresses on a sleeping maiden's Carve not upon a stone when I am dead

head, The praises which remorseful mourners give When the summer breeze is dead. To women's graves,

- a tardy recompense, But speak them while I live.

Need we say that Maurice loved her,

And that no blush reproved her, Heap not the heavy marble on my head

When her throbbing bosom moved her
To shut away the sunshine and the dew; To give the heart she gave ?
Let small blooms grow there, and let grasses That by dawn-light and by twilight,

And, O blessed moon, by thy light,
And rain-drops filter through.

When the twinkling stars on high light

The wanderer o'er the wave, Thou wilt meet many fairer and more gay His steps unconscious led him where Glengariff's Than I ; but, trust me, thou canst never find

waters lave One who will love and serve thee night and day Each mossy bank and cave. With a more single mind.

The sun his gold is flinging, Forget me when I die! The violets

The happy birds are singing, Above my rest will blossom just as blue,

And bells are gayly ringing
Nor miss thy tears ; e'en Nature's self forgets;

Along Glengariff's sea ;
But while I live, be true !

And crowds in many a galley
To the happy marriage rally

Of the maiden of the valley

And the youth of Céim-an-eich ;

Old eyes with joy are weeping, as all ask on

bended knee,
ALICE was a chieftain's daughter,

A blessing, gentle Alice, upon thee.
And though many suitors sought her,

She so loved Glengariff's water
That she let her lovers pine.
Her eye was beauty's palace,

And her cheek an ivory chalice,
Through which the blood of Alice

MINE eyes he closed, but open left the cell
Glearned soft as rosiest wine,

Of fancy, my internal sight, by which And her lips like lusmore blossoms which the Abstract, as in a trance, methought I saw, fairies intertwine,

Though sleeping, where I lay, and saw the shape And her heart a golden mine.

Still glorious before whom awake I stood ;

Who, stooping, opened my left side, and took She was gentler and shyer

From thence a rib, with cordial spirits warm, Than the light fawn which stood by her, And life-blood streaming fresh ; wide was the And her eyes emit a fire







On she came,

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But suddenly with flesh filled up and healed :

The rib he formed and fashioned with his hands;
Under his forming hands a creature grew,

HERE have I found at last a home of peace Manlike, but different sex, so lovely fair,

To hide me from the world ; far from its noise, That what seemed fair in all the world seemed To feed that spirit, which, though sprung from


And linked to human beings by the bond
Mean, or in her summed up, in her contained
And in her looks, which from that time infused

Of earthly love, hath yet a loftier aim
Sweetness into my heart, unfelt before,

Than perishable joy, and through the calm And into all things from her air inspired

That sleeps amid the mountain solitude,

Can hear the billows of eternity,
The spirit of love and amorous delight.

And hear delighted.
She disappeared, and left me dark ; I waked
To find her, or forever to deplore

There are thoughts Her loss, and other pleasures all abjure :

That slumber in the soul, like sweetest sounds When out of hope, behold her, not far off,

Amid the harp's loosestrings, till airs from Heaven Such as I saw her in my dream, adorned

On earth, at dewy nightfall, visitant, With what all earth or Heaven could bestow

Awake the sleeping melody! Such thoughts, To make her amiable.

My gentle Mary, I have owed to thee. Led by her heavenly Maker, though unseen,

And if thy voice e'er melt into my soul

With a dear home-toned whisper, And guided by his voice, nor uninformed

if thy face Of nuptial sanctity and marriage rites :

E’er brighten in the unsteady gleams of light Grace was in all her steps, Heaven in her eye,

From our own cottage-hearth, O Mary! then In every gesture dignity and love.

My overpowered spirit shall recline I, overjoyed, could not forbear aloud :

Upon thy inmost heart, till it become, "This turn hath made amends ; thou hast Thou sinless seraph, almost worthy thee !

JOHN WILSON. fulfilled Thy words, Creator bounteous and benign, Giver of all things fair, but fairest this Of all thy gifts, nor enviest. I now see Bone of my bone, flesh of my flesh, myself Before me; Woman is her name, of man

0, FORMED by Nature, and refined by Art, Extracted : for this cause he shall forego

With charms to win, and sense to fix the heart ! Father and mother, and to his wife adhere ; By thousands sought, Clotilda, canst thou free And they shall be one flesh, one heart, one Thy crowd of captives and descend to me, soul.”

Content in shades obscure to waste thy life, She heard me thus, and though divinely | A hidden beauty and a country wife ? brought,

0, listen while thy summers are my theme ! Yet innocence and virgin modesty,

Ah ! soothe thy partner in his waking dream ! Her virtue and the conscience of her worth, In some small hamlet on the lonely plain, That would be wooed, and not unsought be won, Where Thames through meadows rolls his mazy Not obvious, not obtrusive, but retired,

train, The more desirable ; or, to say all,

Or where high Windsor, thick with greens arNature herself, though pure of sinful thought, rayed, Wrought in her so, that, seeing me, she turned : Waves his old oaks, and spreads his ample shade, I followed her; she what was honor knew, Fancy has figured out our calm retreat ; And with obsequious majesty approved

Already round the visionary seat My pleaded reason. To the nuptial bower Our limes begin to shoot, our flowers to spring, I led her blushing like the morn : all Heaven, The brooks to murmur, and the birds to sing. And happy constellations on that hour

Where dost thou lie, thou thinly peopled green, Shed their selectest influence; the earth

Thou nameless lawn, and village yet unseen, Gave sign of gratulation, and each hill;

Where sons, contented with their native ground, Joyous the birds ; fresh gales and gentle airs

Ne'er traveled farther than ten furlongs round, Whispered it to the woods, and from their wings And the tanned peasant and his ruddy bride Flung rose, flung odors from the spicy shrub, Were born together, and together died, Disporting, till the amorous bird of night Where early larks best tell the morning light, Sung spousal, and bid haste the evening star And only Philomel disturbs the night? On his hill-top, to light the bridal lamp. Midst gardens here my humble pile shall rise,

With sweets surrounded of ten thousand dyes ;



All savage where th' embroidered gardens end, My love is now awake out of her dream,
The haunt of echoes, shall my woods ascend; And her fair eyes like stars that dimmed were
And 0, if Heaven th' ambitious thought ap- With darksome cloud, now show their goodly

beams prove, A rilī shall warble 'cross the gloomy grove, More bright than Hesperus his head doth rear. A little rill, o'er pebbly beds conveyed,

Come now, ye damsels, daughters of delight, Gush down the steep, and glitter through the Help quickly her to dight; glade.

But first come, ye fair Hours, which were begot, What cheering scents these bordering banks In Jove's sweet paradise, of Day and Night; exhale !

Which do the seasons of the year allot, How loud that heifer lows from yonder vale ! And all, that ever in this world is fair, That thrush how shrill ! his note so clear, so high, Do make and still repair; He drowns each feathered minstrel of the sky. And ye three handmaids of the Cyprian Queen, Here let me trace beneath the purpled morn The which do still adorn her beauties' pride, The deep-mouthed beagle and the sprightly horn, Help to adorn my beautifulest bride : Or lure the trout with well-dissembled flies, And, as ye her array, still throw between Or fetch the fluttering partridge from the skies. Some graces to be seen ; Nor shall thy hand disdain to crop the vine, And, as ye use to Venus, to her sing, The downy peach or flavored nectarine ;

The whiles the woods shall answer, and your Or rob the beehive of its golden hoard,

echo ring
And bear the unbought luxuriance to thy board.
Sometimes my books by day shall kill the hours, Now is my love all ready forth to come :
While from thy needle rise the silken flowers, Let all the virgins therefore well await;
And thou, by turns, to ease my feeble sight, And ye, fresh boys, that tend upon her groom,
Resume the volume, and deceive the night. Prepare yourselves, for he is coming straight.
0, when I mark thy twinkling eyes opprest, Set all your things in seemly good array,
Soft whispering, let me warn my love to rest; Fit for so joyful day,
Then watch thee, charmed, while sleep locks every The joyful'st day that ever sun did see.

Fair Sun! show forth thy favorable ray,
And to sweet Heaven commend thy innocence. And let thy lifeful heat not fervent be,
Thus reigned our fathers o'er the rural fold, For fear of burning her sunshiny face,
Wise, hale, and honest, in the days of old; Her beauty to disgrace.
Till courts arose, where substance pays for show, O fairest Phoebus ! father of the Muse !
And specious joys are bought with real woe. If ever I did honor thee aright,

Or sing the thing that might thy mind delight,
Do not thy servant's simple boon refuse,
But let this day, let this one day be mine ;
Let all the rest be thine.

Then I thy sovereign praises loud will sing, WAKE now, my love, awake ; for it is time;

That all the woods shall answer, and their echo The rosy Morn long since left Tithon's bed,

ring. All ready to her silver coach to climb; And Phæbus 'gins to show his glorious head. Hark! now the cheerful birds do chant their lays, Lo! where she comes along with portly pace,

Like Phæbe, from her chamber of the east, And carol of Love's praise. The merry lark her matins sings aloft ;

Arising forth to run her mighty race, The thrush replies ; the mavis descant plays ;

Clad all in white, that seems a virgin best. The ouzel shrills ; the ruddock warbles soft ;

So well it her beseems, that ye would ween So goodly all agree, with sweet consent,

Some angel she had been. To this day's merriment.

Her long loose yellow locks, like golden wire, Ah! my dear love, why do you sleep thus long, Sprinkled with pearl, and pearling flowers atween, When meeter were that you should now awake,

Do like a golden mantle her attire ; T await the coming of your joyous make,

And, being crowned with a garland green, And hearken to the birds' love-learned song,

Seem like some maiden queen. The dewy leaves among !

Her modest eyes, abashed to behold For they of joy and pleasance to you sing,

So many gazers as on her do stare, That all the woods them answer, and their echo Upon the lowly ground affixed are;

Ne dare lift up her countenance too bold, ring

But blush to hear her praises sung so loud,




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