Eliot, Samuel A. Address before the Bos- Helon's Pilgrimage to Jerusalem; a Pic- ture of Judaism in the century which preceded the Advent of our Saviour. From the German of Frederick Strauss, Hemans, Mrs. Felicia, the Poetical Works of, complete in one vol.; with a Critical Hillard, Geo. S. An Oration, pronounced before the Inhabitants of Boston, July 4, 226 386 140 Tesoretto del Studente della Lingua Ital- The Boston Book, The Brothers; a Tale of the Fronde, 217 382 THE NEW-ENGLAND MAGAZINE. JULY, 1835. ORIGINAL PAPERS. SHELLS AND SEA-WEEDS. I. THE DEPARTURE. AGAIN thy winds are pealing in mine ear! As, through the spray, our vessel wings her flight! Six years, with noiseless tread, have glided by, An old companion; on my naked brow, The sparkling foam-drops not unkindly beat ; Flows through my hair the fresh'ning breeze- and now Gazing where fades from view, cloud-like, my father-land! Drowning the thunder's voice! With every sail III. MORNING AFTER THE GALE. Bravely our trim ship rode the tempest through; The chiming billows, by the breeze caressed, Tossed lightly from their heads the feathery spray. Ah! thus may Hope's auspicious star again Rise o'er the troubled soul, where gloom and grief have been! IV. TO A LAND BIRD. Thou wanderer from green fields and leafy nooks! And woods and hills are very fair to see- Haply, at length, some zephyr wafts them back To their own home of peace, across the world's dull track. V. A THOUGHT OF THE PAST. I woke from slumber at the dead of night, Rushed, like sun-stricken fountains, on my mind. All rose before me, till, by thought beguiled, Freely I could have wept, as if once more a child. VI. TROPICAL WEATHER. We are within the tropics, where the days Are an eternal summer to the eye; The sea sends back the noontide's fervent blaze, And, in its lucent depths, reflects the sky. Full in our wake, the smooth, warm trade-winds blowing, To their unvarying goal still faithful run ; And as we steer, with sails before them flowing, Nearer the zenith daily climbs the sun. The flying-fish in shoals about us skim, Glossed, like the humming-bird, with rainbow dyes; And, as they dip into the water's brim, Swift in pursuit the preying dolphin hies. All, all is fair; and, gazing round, we feel The South's soft languor gently o'er our senses steal. VII. But, oh! the night—the cool, luxurious night, Clouds, in their streaks of purple, green and red, The last rich rays of glory, that are shed, In wide profusion, from his failing orb. And now the moon, her lids unclosing, deigns To smile serenely on the charmed sea, That shines as if inlaid with lightning chains, From which it hardly struggled to be free. VIII. THE PLANET JUPITER. Ever, at night, have I looked first for thee, Ever, at night, have I looked up to see The diamond-lustre of thy quivering beam; Shining sometimes through pillowy clouds serene, Ah, 't is not so! bright things are aye the same To him, who keeps undimmed his own heaven-kindled flame. ΤΟ IX. Leagues of blue ocean are between us spread; And I cannot behold thee, save in dreams! I cannot hear the music round thee shed, I do not see the light that from thee gleams. Dost thou e'er think of one, who thinks of thee - Looks for thy image in the deep, deep sea? Long months, and years perchance, may pass away, He cannot know what rocks and quicksands lay But, thanked be Memory! there are treasures still, X. POESIE If ever I have wronged thy art sublime, Trite thoughts, which never could to thee belong – For all my wanton deficits of sense: But if-O nymph divine ! - I e'er have strayed If I have loved to loiter in the shade, And watched for thy bright presence, not in vain The time has come, when I no more may dwell At Sea, May 5, 1835. |